Fallen Angel (The List #3)

by N. K. Love

  “My father was born in Jamaica—he came to the UK with his parents when he was four. My grandma was a midwife and my grandfather was a successful businessman. They were both incredible people who achieved so much after living through such hardship. They laughed in the face of adversity, always making the most of their lives. My grandfather started out dealing in acquisitions of small businesses and expanded from there. My father naturally became part of the family business, although it was more of an empire by the time he’d sunk his teeth into it. He is a fearless businessman and took the company from strength to strength. We start up or invest in small businesses then groom them into achieving their full potential, take the profit, sell up and move on. Obviously, we keep hold of the gems.”

  “We?”

  “Mmm. You don’t miss a trick, do you? Yes ‘we’, I’m still part of the business—in the background. I still have my say but contact is minimal and non-verbal.”

  “And your mother?”

  “My mother? Well, she’s strong and beautiful. My parents married when they were teenagers, against her family’s wishes. Let’s just say, they didn’t feel they were best suited—”

  “As in, they were racist bastards? Oh shit, sorry, that just slipped out, I didn’t mean to—”

  “—or we could say that, yeah. Don’t apologise B, you’re right. Anyway, they disowned her, so needless to say I don’t know much about that side of my blood relatives. My mom had my brother in her early twenties and then me five years later.”

  “Wow, so you have a brother. What’s his name?”

  “Na-ah, that’s enough about the life of Jaxson for one night.” Beth’s finished with her plate, placing the knife within the fork. “Don’t you like the punch?”

  She’s only been sipping her water.

  “No, sorry. Doesn’t look like I’m a Guinness girl, I’m afraid. I feel like it’d give me hairs on my chest if I drank it.”

  My well-trained eyes are instinctively drawn to her inviting cleavage. She’s wearing tightass jeans, which hug her peach and thighs, and a colourful V neck vest top, with a butterfly motif. I slide her glass of punch away from her.

  “Yeah, let’s not risk it. I want your smooth skin just the way it is.”

  Standing up, I lean over to kiss her soft lips slowly, pulling away to collect our plates. I push the bones into the waste bin and deposit the plates into the dishwasher, feeling pleased that—just like Beth—it went down really well.

  “I got Jack to pick up your favourite ice-cream but from the look on your face, you’re as stuffed I am.”

  I come to stand behind her, massaging her shoulders, causing her to immediately lull her head back and groan appreciatively.

  “I’d prefer to have you for dessert.”

  Rolling her shoulders back further, she knows full well my vantage point lends my eyes straight down her top. I push my fingers over her collarbone and trace the edge of the V neck. Gliding over her chest and down her stomach, Beth parts her legs enough for me to slide my fingers between her legs. I take hold of the tops of her thighs through the denim, with my thumbs framing her pussy.

  She lets out a shaky breath as I squeeze. Nudging her head to the side, I whisper, “Nothing can fill you more than I can.” I kiss her gently behind her ear, in that soft place that drives her wild.

  Last week, when she was in a bad mood over losing a spreadsheet she’d spent all day producing, I kissed her right here—a spot I’d noticed from the first time I ever spoke to her—and she literally melted in my arms. I proceeded to lean over her from behind the sofa and tap away at her laptop. Five minutes later, her precious spreadsheet was back and I’d scored major man-points.

  Kissing down her neck, she reaches up, dragging her nails down the back of my neck.

  “You fancy an early night then Angel?”

  “Thought you’d never ask.” In a second, she’s stood up and has spun around to face me. “And whilst you have somewhat of a handicap.” She lifts my tee and plants a kiss over the top of my stitches. “I’ll race you to the bedroom.”

  Then without another word, she sprints barefoot out of the kitchen and down the hallway.

  Well, I wasn’t expecting that… Any other time, I would’ve caught her before she’d even reached the doorway but I’ll have to concede and she knows it!

  “Eat my dust Carter!”

  I hear her shout, giggling, as she legs it up the stairs. She really has brought a breath of fresh air into my life.

  I double check the patio doors are locked and grab a couple of bottles of chilled water. I walk through and double check the doors and windows then set the alarm and follow in her footsteps. She asked me not to shave for a few days, apparently she likes the rough-and-ready look. Let’s see if her thighs agree…

  Beth

  I knew exactly where I was heading. I stripped my vest off as I ran up the stairs and my jeans landed shortly afterwards, in a heap in the hallway. I was clad in just my underwear by the time I reached his bedroom. He wasn’t exactly going to be in hot pursuit so I took a minute to catch my breath as I went to the bathroom and started up his shower.

  After packing up at Wills, stripping the bed, cleaning the bedroom and finally almost breaking a sweat with the heat of Jax’s delicious evening meal… I really want to freshen up before Jax has a chance to get me all dirty again.

  I still can’t hear him so I lose my underwear and open the glass door to enter his deluxe shower area. I’m automatically catapulted back to the first time I woke up here after punching Mike that night. I fantasised back then about having him in the shower with me that very morning.

  The shower is to die for. Overly sized with a huge stainless steel showerhead dangling from the ceiling, accompanied by a multitude of body jets shooting out from left and right, three either side. Each head is manoeuvrable so you can angle them in all directions. I could probably have a great time in here on my own actually. In fact…Note to self: Ask Jax if it’s worth having one installed in my new place, wherever that may be.

  The water is piping hot in seconds and the steam’s already billowing around the room in that spellbinding way I love. God, this is lush and exactly what I need. The jets combat my muscles, massaging my skin with optimum pressure, forcing my body to give in and relax.

  The water’s quite noisy so I only know Jax is here when I feel a fluttery draft as he opens the glass door behind me. I go to turn around but he stops me in my tracks.

  “Don’t move.” His demanding tone echoes around the cubicle above the sound of the sprays, sending shivers across my heated skin in an instant. In the minutes we’ve been parted, he’s slipped into his controlling side. “You’re beautiful, Angel.” His fingers dance sporadically over my body from behind. “My mouth’s going to travel over every inch of you tonight, tasting you.”

  Curling his arm around my waist, he spans his hand between my hips and dips his mouth to my ear. That coarse stubble brushes against my sensitive skin. He continues in a husky but gentle voice.

  “I want to watch myself disappear inside you slowly—” Jax presses us together so I can feel his hardening erection straining against my lower back as he drifts the palm of his hand down to cup my pussy. His touch is achingly soft. “—making you beg for every inch of me until you’re screaming out my name, showing me how much you’ve missed me.”

  I moan aloud at the vision his words inspire and the feel of his hand teasing me. I subtly push my bottom out and cover his hand with one of mine, pressing him harder against me.

  Opening my mouth to speak, he quickly grips my jaw hard with his free hand.

  “Don’t speak, yet. Don’t touch me, yet.”

  That demanding tone is back with a vengeance. I move my hand back to my side but he thankfully maintains that firmer pressure between my legs. With his mouth over my ear, he inhales and purposely lets out a shaky breath that has me buckling at the knees.

  That sound alone is eargasmic—such a fucking turn on. Add to that his
forceful grip, plus the massive dick that’s pressing so hard against my back now that it feels like it’ll leave an indent—my body responds to him.

  My complete trust in him, elicits free rein on my entire being.

  “Trouble is, I don’t just want it slow. I also want to fuck you. I wanna fuck you fast and deep and feel you come all around my dick, squeezing me hard inside this delicious pussy of yours.”

  My eyes are closed, absorbing his words, I’m breathing with my lips parted, listening to his hypnotic voice. Leaning back and rocking against him… Those words.

  “Mmm Ja—”

  “So, the choice is yours, B. Do you want to move to the bed and have me take you slow… or stay here and have me fuck you hard?”

  The streaming hot water ripples off our bodies, making his journey down south an effortless one, as he lets go of my jaw. Sliding his hand between my breasts, he places both hands on my inner thighs now, in the same position as when I was sitting downstairs. This time I’m naked and a helluva lot more worked up. His fingers are so close, I swear I can feel them entering me even though I know they’re not. His options are both pussy-tinglingly-worthy. So, just like me, my answer comes easily.

  “I want both. Starting here.”

  My vulnerable whisper contradicts my determined, screaming libido.

  “Excellent choice.”

  Jax moves his hands to my hips, turning me to face him. I notice he’s covered his stitches with a waterproof pad.

  My eyes skate over his sculptured naked body. Every defined line and pronounced muscle is as exquisite as the last. Even without training for a few days, he still radiates that awesome gladiatorial presence that drew me to him from day one.

  His body is a work of art with his inked art on top, extenuating his canvas, adding to his layers of gorgeousness. I look back into his eyes in time to catch a quick curl of his lips. He’s fully aware of what he does to me. The way he talks about me, about us, I love it. I can’t get enough of it. It’s sexyass unfiltered honesty that makes me horny as hell and desperate for his touch. I know he means every word. It’s not bravado. It’s not put on. It’s raw, unadulterated passion that’s reflected right back at him from me.

  “Beth, you’re going to tell me what you want. Listen carefully. Whatever you tell me, I will give it to you.”

  There’s no caution flags trying to rein my mouth in. I look at him for a second and let a sexy smile sneak up on my lips. I know that he gets off on hearing me talk dirty just as much as I love hearing him, so there’s no way I’m holding back.

  “How specific?”

  I bite the pad of my thumb and look up at him, swaying my hips.

  “Very.”

  I flick my eyes down to his erection and back up again. I tip toe slightly to get closer to his face so that my sultry whisper can be heard above the falling water. I take one of his hands and move it back between my legs.

  “Firstly, you’re going to press this thumb inside me, then you’re going to switch and slide in two fingers, finding the places that only you’ve ever reached.”

  Jax looks down at me, biting onto his bottom lip. He rubs my opening, sliding back and forth. Effortlessly following my words, he pushes his thick thumb inside and presses hard. My head rolls back as I take a second to enjoy having him in my most intimate place once more.

  “Stretch me, Jax. I need my pussy ready to take you.”

  “Good girl.” I gasp aloud as he presses deeper, then expertly switches to two long thick fingers as requested, spreading my legs further apart. “Then what?”

  I take a second to adjust and get my head back in gear before it slips off to that magical place where thinking isn’t necessary.

  “Even though you’re stretching me, my pussy is still going to be so tight for you. Then—fuck.”

  I moan, relishing his deepest touch. He’s intentionally throwing me off kilter as he strokes my G-spot, which he rightly claimed as his G-spot. His.

  “—Mmm, Jax—Then, when you turn me around and bend me over. You’re going to slam this huge, hard cock of yours inside me.”

  I take hold of his erection, feeling his full length with long slow strokes. Now it’s his turn to feel unmanned.

  “F-fuck.”

  He is so firm and ready.

  “I will take everything you have to give me, with pleasure.”

  I cup his balls and squeeze gently whilst working him from root to tip, over and over.

  “You’re un-fucking-believable, Angel.”

  He grips my breast and dips his mouth down quickly to flick his tongue over my hard nipple, sucking even harder. I cry out and squeeze my tight fist tighter, as he continues working those two fingers deliciously deeply.

  Our mouths find each other in sweet harmony with our tongues colliding in a frantic tryst for control. Our breathing is erratic. He pulls away, leaving my mouth parted, panting and wanting. Jax kisses down my neck and sinks his teeth into me, I groan at the sensual sting.

  He growls at me, spinning me around quickly, positioning me so that the jet sprays pound my breasts and my thighs—it’s a wonderful sensation with him behind me, pressed up firmly against me.

  “Keep talking.”

  “You’re not going to hold back. You’re gonna grip my hips and—Jax, what’s…”

  “Just keep talking.”

  Jax has pulled one of the jet heads away from the wall on some sort of retractable extension that I didn’t know existed. He angles it between my legs and targets the forceful spray on the inside of my thigh. Reaching round to my front with his other hand, he opens me up and tilts the jet slightly, bit by bit until…

  “Fuck!”

  God, that’s good. Decision made; I’m getting one of these in my new pad for sure.

  “Don’t make me wait.”

  I swallow hard and persevere. I can do this. Everything I want to say is acting itself out in my head, I’ve just got to get the words out of my mouth, even though he’s distracting me. It’ll have to be a quick version, no fluffing around.

  “You’re gonna grip my hips and fuck me hard. Reaching so deep, just—just where I need you.” This is the opposite of water torture. He rotates the head in small circles, whilst his finger circles my clit. “I want you to spank me until you leave handprints. You’ll be rough and make me beg for you to fuck me faster.”

  Now he’s breathing hard, biting my ear lobe and trailing his teeth back down my neck, sucking in places that has my mind fighting to wander off. He clamps his teeth into my shoulder hard.

  “Mmm, yes, Jax. That’s what I want, what I need. I like you controlling me, taking ownership of what’s yours.”

  “You are all mine, Angel.”

  “Yes. Always.”

  He kisses my shoulder gently and nuzzles into my neck, a small moment of tenderness amongst the clean water and dirty visions.

  Jax lets go of the jet, which swiftly retracts back into the wall. He grabs my wrists, slapping my palms against the wall tiles, one on top of the other. He holds them together in place with one strong, capable hand. The change in position startles me into wanting to hurry up relaying what I want him to act out because I need him now.

  I instinctively spread my feet wider apart and he reverts to his gruff, assertive tone once more.

  “Then what?”

  Whilst Miss Sensible is asking where the condom is, she’s ambushed from behind by Miss Alter Ego who jumps on her back, covering up her mouth. She had the time of her life when I stripped the other day but it’s hard to keep her sated for long. In her dominatrix tone, she helps me out with the rest of my scene. I try to deliver my final lethal line in the sultriest voice possible, to make it count.

  “You’re gonna let me come and my pussy’s gonna suck you dry. When you come, Jax—I want you to sink your teeth into me. I want you to mark me and be possessive of what’s yours because I am yours—and you are mine.”

  He steps back and loses all contact with my body, other than the hand restr
aining mine. I tilt my head back, closing my eyes so that the hot water streams over my hairline, slicking my long hair straight down my back.

  Jax gathers my hair with his free hand, wrapping it tight around his fist. He yanks my head back forcibly so that his lips are beside my ear again. In a hoarse voice, filled with need and passion, he growls, “Angel, when you remove that pretty little halo of yours, you reveal a beautiful set of fucking horns.”

  Taking the back of my right knee he bends my leg, lifting and placing my foot into one of the small tiled shelves that look like a narrow ladder built into the wall.

  “Now, does my horny angel have any more special requests before I follow through with these demands?”