Fallen Angel (The List #3)

by N. K. Love

  Letting go of my hands, he also unravels his fist from my hair and drapes it over my shoulder. Allowing him to stroke both splayed hands from my shoulders down to my hips, where he grips me, hard.

  Bringing his palm down hard, he slaps my ass cheek and I gasp but automatically cock my bottom back out for him.

  Miss Sensible reiterates her point.

  “Condom?”

  He reaches over and tilts my chin towards the upper shelves where there’s a stack of condoms and an empty packet beside them. He’s already sheathed himself? He must’ve literally done it just, one-handed. I remain silent, licking my lips, pre-empting the welcome feel of him entering me at long last. I hold my breath, letting my silence scream volumes. Enough talking from me, for now.

  Moving his hand from my chin to my shoulder blades, he pushes down coaxing me to bend over a little more. My fingers are spread wide over the cool tiles and my arms are locked out shoulder width apart.

  “Arch your back. Open up for me.” He pulls on my hip at the same time and I grant him all the access he needs. With both hands on my hips, I feel him adjust his footing and dip his hips to guide his head into position. I brace myself, ready for impact. “Breathe, B. I’ll hurt you if you don’t relax.”

  Jax’s voice is warm and calming. He’s right. I let my tension fall away from my body and breathe out steadily.

  Before I have chance to refill my lungs he slams into me with a force that’d take my breath away if I had much to begin with. Instead, I let out a strangled moan that sounds nothing like me. If I was tense, that would’ve hurt. If my body wasn’t so desperate and ready for him, that would’ve hurt.

  Drawing back slowly, almost all the way out, he re-launches himself back into place and curses through gritted teeth. I feel his balls brush against the tops of my thighs as he reaches the depths of my neglected core. I’ve waited for his long, thick cock to fuck me and send me over the edge for nearly a week.

  A fucking week.

  When it comes to Jax, I want him every day, in every way. Again and again. A week is too long to go without this feeling.

  “Jesus Beth, you’re ready but so fucking tight. Squeeze yourself around my cock—that’s it—feel every fucking inch of me.” I clench my pelvic muscles again, pulling myself around him tighter. “Yes, fuck. There.”

  In and out, he picks up his strokes and I become grateful for this shelf, giving me purchase, allowing him to control his depth and my angle to perfection. Pulling back on my hips, he smashes his own against my ass in synchronised harmony.

  He is being rougher than usual, just like I asked. Digging his fingers into my hips near the point of pain, he slaps my ass cheek hard and I gasp aloud.

  “Again?”

  “Yes. Yes please.”

  Slap. This time it’s the left side. I jolt upright and straight back down. That sound, mingled with the stinging feel as it ripples over my flesh, is then combined with the delicious relentless pleasure of Jax thrusting his generous inches into me over and over. On top of that, the hot water sprays all over our bodies and we’re surrounded by steam and sex. Steamy sex.

  “More, Angel?”

  “Mm-huh”

  “Say it.”

  “I want more please.”

  Slap. The third strike is equally as rewarding, especially because I knew what to anticipate, although harder. Then comes the fourth, fifth, sixth… With every strike I impulsively jolt forward, clenching my muscles and squeezing his cock inside of me.

  He continues pumping and slapping but he isn’t going all out on the thrusting speedometer. I realise just then that it’s because I told him I wanted him to make be beg to fuck me faster. Shit. Me and my overactive imagination.

  “I’m ready, Jax.”

  “You gonna come for me, B?”

  “Yes. Take me now.”

  “Faster?”

  “Yes.”

  “Harder?”

  His tone tells me he’s toying with me.

  “Yes.”

  “Beg me then.”

  “I am.”

  I swear either he’s slowed down or I’m just imagining it. My insides are climbing, I feel my orgasm building but I want it to be explosive and intense.

  “You’re not convincing me, Angel.”

  “Jax.” I sound irritable and desperate. He punishes my annoyance with a hard spank. The hardest yet. “Faster, I need you to—Mmm.” I’m climbing but I don’t want to slip over the edge, I need him to shoot me over into nothingness and leave me numb. I thought it was intense when he took me from behind in the car but this is on a whole new level. It’s pushing the boundaries, it’s invigorating.

  “Yes-s?”

  He’s still goading me. How can he be so controlled? That’s how I want him though, where he belongs; inside me, being controlling and sexy as fuck. With grit in my tone, I tell him what he wants to hear.

  “Jax, I am begging you to fucking fuck me faster now or so help me—”

  He hypes up the tempo swiftly, effectively shutting me the fuck up. Gripping my raised right thigh, digging his fingers into my flesh, he moves his left hand around my hip to the front, spanning his hand across my stomach. His new position enables yet more control.

  “Better?”

  “Yes. There. Just there. Like this. Don’t stop.”

  The clapping of our flesh, moaning, panting, water slapping and spraying—all of these sounds blur into one, alongside my heartbeat, that’s banging a tribal beat on my eardrums. I’m zoning in and out of reality.

  “You’re gonna come, I can feel you. Your pussy’s sucking me harder—just like you said.”

  “Jax—just don’t stop. Please.”

  Thrust after thrust.

  “Nobody’s. Stopping. Angel. I’m coming. With you.”

  And just like that we explode in sync, climaxing together and riding the pulses. On cue, this wonderful man of mine sinks his perfect white teeth into my shoulder, biting down hard. He takes my skin into his mouth and sucks hard. Pleasure versus pain.

  Almost one week—but now we’re fully reconnected again, just how it should be.

  Fucking him, having sex, it’s more intense than I’d ever dreamed possible or even hoped for.

  Chapter Eight

  Jax

  I washed her beautiful body with the due care and attention she deserves. The only part of her left unwashed is her dirty little mouth. I think she’d agree that we both like that just the way it is.

  We dried off and now Beth’s disappeared downstairs wearing my robe, instructing me to get my fantasy thinking cap on because it’s my turn to start talking next. I’ve put the radio on quietly in the background. It’s back to back smooth radio tunes.

  Thankfully she’s as insatiable as me when it comes to each other. The perfect fit.

  “Oh my God, I just flashbacked to our first time.” Beth breezes into the bedroom. “With me trying to escape down the hall thinking you had a girl in here.”

  She puts a small rattling ice bucket on the bedside table with two bottles of beer poking out and a bottle opener.

  “That was a great night to remember. You put my DVD to shame. Who knew huh? My shy girl was wound so tight back then. But you unravelled so easily before my very eyes.” Beth drops my robe and swiftly straddles me with her nakedness. “You were full of surprises that night and you haven’t stopped since.”

  I’m sitting upright leaning back on the headboard with a towel wrapped around my waist. She looks stunning with her long damp hair tumbling over her beautiful tits and down her back.

  “So, come on Carter, start talking. I want to know what I can do to please you. Tell me.”

  Beth raises her arms, gathering her hair in a chunky mess on top of her head. As she ties a band to secure it in place, my hands travel up from her hips. Taking advantage of her lifted breasts, I stroke my thumbs along the underside and watch her nipples grow harder triggering my cock to follow suit.

  “From the devious look on your face
, you’ve got an idea of your own Angel… I heard the ice in that bucket. I do know you, you know.”

  “Well, it is on my list and it’s less messy than the cookie dough ice-cream I reached for first… Oh and beneath that was a tub of Neapolitan. F.Y.I—”

  She screws up her cute freckly nose, opens her mouth and sticks her tongue out.

  “What? It’s a classic. Plus, come to think of it, maybe that can inspire the moment.”

  “Neapolitan is gonna inspire us having sex?”

  “I mean, your pink spanked ass can be the strawberry, I’m obviously the chocolate, which just leaves the vanilla. You up for some boring classic vanilla, Angel?”

  “Vanilla is totally underrated. Trust me, when it comes to you, nothing can be considered boring. In fact, I swear I’ve probably still got handprints on my cheeks.”

  She twists round to check herself out as I slap her other side and she yelps and jolts against my groin.

  “I think you may be right, B. Lemme see.”

  I rub my palms over both sides of her peachy ass. Any excuse Jaxson.

  “It’s a good job you know my threshold otherwise my knee may accidentally land somewhere painful around…here?” I’ve already removed my pad from the shower so she runs her fingers around the stitches gently. “Or maybe here?”

  Quickly reaching down, she grips my dick through the towel.

  “Careful feisty pants, you may regret damaging the goods.” I hold the back of her neck and pull her into my awaiting lips. My growing cock twitches against her hand so she releases me and presses her naked pussy down. “So that’s sorted then. Ice, then vanilla please, Miss.”

  “In a hurry now are we?” She laughs but we stay nose to nose. “Such low maintenance tonight, G. We compliment each other well.” She reaches over and taps on the lamp to turn it off, then dims the other one. “This’ll be my pleasure.”

  I hold her hips and admire her tiny waist in comparison to my big hands. She always looks after this toned body of hers and now that duty falls into my hands too. I will gladly give this body whatever it needs. As my girlfriend, I will happily take care of every inch of her.

  Taking two ice cubes from the bucket, she places one in each of our mouths.

  “Suck it. I want your mouth nice and cold when it’s on my warm body.”

  She sucks on hers too but does so provocatively, taking it out of her mouth with her fingers and wrapping her thick lips around it.

  First one, then two drips fall from her wet lips and land intentionally on her inviting chest. My eyes don’t know where to fixate. I watch one drip glide between her tits and the other slide down onto her nipple where it stays. I don’t blame it but I do want to lick it off.

  I go to move but she’s already pre-empted it and pushes my shoulders back, waggling her forefinger left and right. So that’s how she’s going to play this. I’m not one to rebel—sometimes. In fact, I love it when she feels confident to take the lead, which is happening more and more. I’ll let her have this time and I’ll enjoy every second but she’s mistaken if she thinks it’ll be for long.

  For now, I scoot myself down the bed so that I’m almost lying down with my head propped up on my pillow so I can enjoy the show.

  Beth holds the ice in her teeth and hovers it over my chest with a cheeky glint in her eye. Her aim rewards her with a direct hit as a couple of drips land on my nipple. Moving over she repeats on the other side. This time I close my eyes and flinch when the ice cold droplets land.

  Lowering herself down further, she drags the ice with her mouth, down my centre, leaving it to rest in the ridges of my abs. She then retraces the path, dragging her warm tongue across my abs and up to each nipple. She sucks away the cold and I open my eyes to watch her tongue, as it works its magic.

  Beth dips back down and sucks away the melted ice from my stomach. There’s just a slither left, which she sucks on. My ice cube has nearly all melted in my mouth.

  Returning back up to my mouth we kiss. The slight numb feeling makes us clumsy at first and rougher than usual. Nipping at each other’s lips, bring them back to life. Sucking each other’s tongues with the warmth of our breaths fluttering across our skin. The sexy little moans that escape her lips make me impatient to be inside her.

  “Mmm. That was one helluva fiery cold kiss, G.”

  “Well the ice has melted so…”

  I push her hips down onto my rock hard cock and watch her pussy as she instinctively presses down to meet me and rolls her hips forward. Her pussy’s smooth sexy skin is inviting, with a slim strip of dark brown hair neatly placed, waiting for me.

  “Sorry, G. That doesn’t quite cut it to warrant a mark off my list.” She reaches over and takes another melting cube from the bucket. “You’ve kissed my cold mouth—” Beth leans down with her nipples grazing over my chest and brings her mouth to my ear to whisper, “Now I want you to fuck it.”

  She puts the cube inside her mouth and rolls it around. This girl of mine is truly one of a kind. Without realising, I’m digging my fingers into her peachy ass and, at this angle, my fingers give in to temptation.

  With a possessive growl, I reach around and slide my fingers through her pussy. Feeling how wet she is and hearing the catch of her breath in my ear, stirs my burning need for her. How she captivates me is almost beyond reason.

  “Angel, if I’m gonna fuck that pretty face and you’re gonna suck me with that witty mouth of yours, I think it’s only fair—” I kiss her, prizing her mouth apart with my tongue, stealing away the ice for myself. She pulls away. “—that you get to ride my tongue and my cold mouth gets to eat your hot pussy in return.”

  Beth looks dumbfounded with her lips still parted.

  “Please say you can make that happen without hurting your stitches.”

  “Turn around for me, Angel. I need to taste you now.”

  Beth skilfully swivels on the spot. I pull my towel off in the process and she eagerly strokes my cock. Pulling back on her hips, I’m keen to bury my face but I sense her tense up.

  “Jax, I’m gonna feel really exposed in this position…”

  She has a thing about me seeing her actual ass and I know it’s because of her past relationship. It’s bad enough he had her begrudging the physical things she wanted for years but to also have her believing there’s parts of her body to be ashamed of, it just winds me the fuck up. Especially considering the things that I know.

  This caring, lovely girl is one of a kind and deserves to be worshipped. With Beth there’s a time for discussions and this isn’t one of them. I know she listens well to commands from me in the bedroom, they provide her with security and reassurance. I remove the ice from my mouth.

  “Good, I want you exposed because you’re mine remember. All of you. And I need to see what’s mine. One day, you’ll be pleading for me to explore you everywhere. But right now, I just need you to back the fuck up and sit on my face. I want to get lost in you, Angel.” Beth shuffles her knees towards me and hovers herself inches away. “Good girl.”

  In sync, we take each other in our mouths in a delicious sequence of pleasure giving and receiving. This reversed position takes a little getting used to. The cold insides of our mouths contrast against the other’s skin but the coldness is soon lost to the heat of our bodies.

  Beth swallows me, sheathing her teeth, taking my dick until my head touches the back of her deep throat. I transfer my pleasure to her, lapping and sucking her wet pussy. When I begin delicately flicking her clit, the intensity rises and she takes a breather. Panting over me, holding herself up with one hand, she works my dick with the other.

  Beth is in the more dominant position and uses that to withdraw from the onslaught of my tongue. I hook the tops of her thighs in the crook of my elbows and bring my hands over to grip her ass cheeks, keeping her firmly plastered to my face.

  “Jax—”

  She pants and sucks the end of my cock in the same beguiling way she did with that ice cube. Her tactic grant
s her a moment’s reprieve as I tilt my chin down to take in the sight. With her hair tied up, I’m blessed with a clear view of her beautiful lips concealing the magic that’s happening inside that mouth of hers.

  “Fuck, Beth. That’s good.”

  She moans and then strokes her tongue down my length. This time she descends, licking around my balls and taking first one and then both into her hot mouth, continuing her ambush. I refocus my attention back to her pussy, pulling her back down into position from where she’s risen out of reach.

  My palms hold her cheeks apart and my fingers first rub and then spread her out before me—completely exposing her pussy like a fulfilling plate of goodness. It’s like a race to the finish now so without warning I push my tongue deep inside her, burying my nose and breathing her in. She’s intoxicating.