Fallen Angel (The List #3)

by N. K. Love

  Beth pulls back to catch her breath again. Panting hard now, her knees begin to fidget and I know she’s bordering on climax as my chin presses down on her clit. I fuck her with my tongue, faster, intermittently licking. I tell her how goddam delicious she tastes and she pleads with me to come in her mouth whilst she takes me into the depths of her throat once more.

  I tell her the truth as always.

  “I can’t get enough of you.” We pick up our speed and begin to chase our release. “I’ll never get enough of you, Angel.”

  Beth whimpers. I hear her breathing heavily through her nostrils. Her buttocks clench and her thighs tense. I take my cue and after a quick blow and flick of her clit, I gently suckle, rocking her over the edge and she takes me with her. I thrust into her throat as my release takes over. The sounds of her own orgasm only serve to spiral me higher.

  She gags a little but determinedly holds me there, swallowing and sucking.

  What. A. Fucking. Trip.

  Beth

  After we both take a few long pulls on our beers, I put mine back on the side and throw my sated naked body beside him on the bed covers, still waiting to come back down to earth. Jax envelopes me in a warm embrace and I snuggle my face into his chest, running my fingers over his muscular ridges.

  We braid our legs together and my breathing returns to normal when I concentrate on the beautiful beat of his heart.

  “Now that’s gotta warrant a mark off your list?”

  “Mm-huh. Definitely. Four altogether actually. Not that I’m counting or anything.”

  I shrug sarcastically.

  “Tell that to your smug tone. So four, huh? Enlighten me. Show me where you’re at.”

  He puts his bottle down and passes me my phone from off the other bedside table, nearest him. I happily open up my list and he reads whilst I strike off numbers; 6, 15, 16 and 28.

  He’s right, I am feeling pretty smug. None are double counting either, as per Wills’ rule. They all happened in their own right so I haven’t used the same ‘act’ twice.

  Fuck It List

  1. Blowjob

  2. Handjob

  3. Cunnilingus

  4. Sex in a workplace

  5. Sex in a car

  6. Sex in the shower

  7. Multiple orgasm

  8. Get a tattoo

  9. Get a piercing

  10. Sex on the beach

  11. Phone sex

  12. Cybersex / Sexting

  13. Tantric sex

  14. Get stoned

  15. Use food / ice sexually

  16. 69

  17. Kiss a girl

  18. Tie somebody up

  19. Be tied up

  20. Watch a porno alone

  21. Watch a porno with a partner

  22. Do a lap dance

  23. Do a strip tease

  24. Sexual role-play

  25. Make a sex tape

  26. Sex outdoors

  27. Go to strip show / live sex show

  28. Be spanked

  29. Hit somebody

  30. Kinky sex

  “Isn’t spanking usually a punishment, I’m not sure you can class me slapping your ass as a spanking.”

  “Well, that’s what I wanted. I don’t want to be spanked as punishment. I’m such a good girl for you, I’d never get to cross it off. Besides, it fucking hurt—in a good way—so I’m happy.”

  I flutter my eyelashes at him and giggle.

  “Well, in that case, you’re two thirds of the way there. You’ve packed a lot into a relatively short time.”

  I stretch over and put my phone back down, then snuggle back into him. Jax trails his lovely long fingers up and down my back and then settles, tracing little circles on the small of my back, lost in thought.

  “Dare I ask if this is still necessary, you know, now that we’re seeing each other?”

  I’m glad he can’t see my face because it’s probably giving away how cute I find it that he sounds so coy. He makes my heart flutter, not to mention the millions of goosebumps taking over my body.

  “Bethany Taylor doesn’t quit.” I kiss his chest. “Besides, I want to finish it, with you. If you’re still up for it?”

  “When it comes to you, I’m always up for it.” He drags his nails up my back and the back of my neck, making me shudder. “But hasn’t your list served its purpose though? You didn’t sound like you were lacking in confidence just now, when you were begging me to come down your throat.”

  I twist his nipple hard until he surrenders and apologises.

  “I think you’re just trying to get out of tantric sex.”

  “Too right I am. The thought of having you next to me and not being able to touch you, already has my balls turning blue. But if that’s what you want, I’m always up for a challenge… Right now though, I can touch and feel and lick and taste you as much as I like and I plan on making the most of it.”

  I see he’s getting ready for me again so I rub my thigh up over his semi.

  “Hmm. So I see, Mr Vanilla.”

  Jax unties my hairband and lets my messy bun untwist, running his fingers through my hair. I shake it out and he turns on his right side, brushing the loose damp strands over my shoulder and looks down at me—I mean really looks at me.

  “You are so beautiful Beth.” He tilts my chin up and runs his thumb over my mouth, focussing on my lips. “From the second I saw you, apart from wanting to strip you naked and fuck you bent over the balcony of the gym, I was totally mesmerised by these lips—by you.”

  I part my lips with no intention of talking, just wanting to absorb his words and his touch. I overlap his hand with mine and lean my face into his palm. His thumb brushes down the side of my nose and over my cheek.

  “B, these tiny freckles are like twinkling stars to me; the more I look, the more I see.”

  Tilting my mouth up, I meet his soft sculptured lips. They really are a work of art, just like the rest of him.

  Caught up in the moment, I whisper, “I’ll grant you a wish for every one of them.”

  “Really? Lucky me.” He kisses my nose. “Cause there’s fucking hundreds of them, Angel.”

  “Well, I count myself lucky for being here with you. You’ve pretty much rocked my world since that balcony.”

  We show the sincerity of our words through a long, thoughtful, tender kiss. That’s when I know he’s setting precedence for what’s to come. This kiss is filled with such thoughtfulness and tenderness.

  Jax rolled on his XL condom and enters me from above. That feeling of him consuming me, filling me, will never grow old.

  Once he gradually stretches me, so that I’m able to take him all in fluidly, he moves my ankles to rest on his shoulders. At first he sits back on his heels, using my hips as handles, pulling me into him with every gradual thrust.

  With just the top of my back against the mattress, I look up at his body, his face… This is a damn fine picture perfect moment.

  The passion in his eyes makes me feel on top of the world, as though he’d always choose me, no matter what. I’ve never felt so special.

  Although his thrusts aren’t forceful, my breasts have a mind of their own in this position, aching for him. I have to touch myself. Having his hands controlling my hips with his mouth so far away, I’ve got to relieve the need somehow.

  I close my eyes, pinching both of my nipples and arch my back on his next lunge. Massaging my breasts and clamping my nipples between my fingers urges me to meet him more forcibly each time. I notice his grip tighten and he grinds in deeper but not faster.

  When I open my eyes, with my mouth panting, Jax’s hooded stare is dark and menacing. He’s watching my hands, it’s turning him on, so I continue toying and rubbing.

  “I like that, B.”

  I want nothing more than to please him the way he pleases me, time and time again. I lower my chin and guide my breast to my lips. Easing my tongue out, I lick my breast with the flat of it. I take my hard nipple into my mout
h and begin sucking.

  Watching him, watching me. Seeing the fire in his expression has my insides taut, ready to climax on his say so.

  Without disrupting his stride, he guides my legs back down to the bed and leans over me. I inhale his delicious scent.

  “Don’t stop.”

  He instructs me with a husky as fuck growl.

  Dipping his mouth quickly, he pursues my other nipple. The multitude of sensations is mindfuckingly addictive. He switches over to my side but I keep my mouth sucking and licking away, granting his tongue access to join me. The firmness of my nipple and the softness of his tongue is a delectable combination.

  He nudges my mouth out of the way and sucks hard.

  “Please.”

  “Please what?”

  Biting the base of my nipple, he presses until he finds my limit when I cry out his name.

  “Let me come, Jax.”

  Jax grunts his approval and moves his mouth to capture my lips. Entwining our tongues, he drops his hips lower. Deliciously low and slow, but grinding into me hard each time when I’m at my fullest. I bite his bottom lip and push my forehead against his. I close my eyes in a bid to stay grounded whilst absorbing this impending orgasm.

  I let it build like a crescendo, with each long stroke of his thick cock. In-between kissing and moaning and panting, I reach down between us and take hold of his balls.

  Something tells me to open my eyes. I don’t even know if Jax actually says it or if it was his voice in my head. When I do, I meet the intensity pouring out of his powerful green eyes, up close and so intimate. Jax reaches down and circles my clit with just enough pressure to deliver my climax to him on a platter.

  I moan and whimper my way through the ride, gripping on to his strong biceps but never taking my eyes from his.

  The love I feel for this man is indescribable.

  He crushes his hips to mine and rotates himself deep within, finding his own sweet release, funnelling into me. I tighten and twitch around his cock whilst he’s nestled inside, where he belongs. He whispers my name once then twice and it sounds perfect coming from his lips.

  His silver rope necklace dangles off his neck and he captures it in his mouth, as he often does without thinking, especially when we’re having sex. Although for me, that was much more than sex.

  One day I’ll find the right time to say the words. I won’t mess it up a second time.

  Chapter Nine

  Thursday 23rd April 2015

  9:15am

  Jax

  Paul called earlier to arrange tractor access to the fields for cutting, so I’d left sleeping beauty out for the count and went to let them in. After revitalising myself in the gym with a non-strenuous workout, I showered and dressed in the shower room downstairs so that I didn’t disturb Beth.

  A couple hours later and here I am, having a coffee with the lads in the yard when out teeters Beth, barefoot in nothing but my baggy turquoise tee.

  My eyes have their fill and divert straight to Paul and Matt, who seem to have already been corrupted by the view and are looking back at me awkwardly.

  Satisfied that they’re shitting themselves, I look back to Beth and nod my head towards the lads. By the time she sees them perched on the gate it’s too late.

  “What the hell—lo, I’m Beth…” She flushes scarlet during her flustered greeting. “…I’m just gonna go get dressed.”

  Scurrying back into the house whilst tugging down the shirt from behind, she looks both smoking hot and mortified.

  If I wasn’t in awe of her, I might have been able to warn her sooner. That was proof right there that it only takes a second to see how incredible she is, then you’re lost. Sexy as fuck with zero awareness.

  In fact, my feelings may need reining in. I had to bite my tongue last night. I was still buried deep in her pussy but my mouth wanted to dive somewhere else deep; her heart. I had an overwhelming urge to confess feelings I haven’t even confessed to myself. It freaked me the fuck out.

  Paul and Matt aren’t the type to take liberties. As shy as she looked just then, I know she’s capable of eating these innocents alive.

  I pay and tip the lads for their hard work and leave them to finish up while I go and search for bashful Beth.

  I find her in the kitchen, standing by the patio window looking out to the pool. After dumping the three cups on the side, I walk over to her but she still doesn’t turn around.

  “Well, beautiful, I think you’ve just scarred those poor boys for life.”

  Wrapping my arms around her waist from behind, she overlaps my hands with hers. Nuzzling into the right side of her neck, she smells fresh and the cocoa butter scent tells me she’s already showered, although her hair is loose and dry.

  “Don’t, Jax.” She’s shaking her head. “I can’t even look at you. I’m sorry if I embarrassed you.”

  “Jesus, you’re too sweet Angel, you know that?”

  I swipe her hair to one side, giving me full access to her neck and kiss a trail up to that soft magic spot behind her ear.

  “I bet your neighbours wouldn’t agree. They must think I’m your latest hook up.”

  I turn her around to see her flustered little face calming down.

  “No, they don’t, because you’re not.”

  I made sure they knew she was mine. Not in the way men do when they’re staking their claim. I found myself eager to refer to her as my girlfriend, to say it aloud, to somebody other than Beth. I’ve never had that feeling in my life, it’s refreshing to say the least.

  Tipping my face down to kiss her, she swiftly moves her mouth.

  “Oh no you don’t Mr. I actually came down here seeking an apology.”

  Beth folds her arms across her chest trying to show me she means business but it just makes her look all the more fuckable.

  “Sounds ominous.” I wrap my arms tighter, caging her and reach back down to kiss her but she purses her lips together holding her kisses captive. A sure-fire way to get what she wants. “I’m sorry.”

  I lift my head back up and roll my eyes to stop myself from smiling.

  “You don’t even know what you’re apologising for yet.”

  “But I do know that I wanna put whatever it is to bed so I can put you back to bed.”

  She tries to disguise her smile by wriggling and squirming against my arms in a lame attempt to break free. Once she realises I’m going nowhere she switches up her tactics.

  I’m wearing blue stonewashed jeans with a white button down shirt. I’ve left the top few buttons undone. She buries her face in the open V of the shirt and inhales.

  “Mmm, you smell lush…” Planting a light kiss on my chest. “If you let me go, I’ll show you exactly why you’re apologising, G.”

  She strokes her naked left leg up the outside of my thigh and uses her heel to push my ass forward, piquing my curiosity. I tighten my grip, feeling her breasts squeeze into my chest.

  “O-okay. Holding your kisses ransom and using your body as a bargaining chip is an astute and daring move, Miss Taylor. A game I have no qualms in participating in.”

  Her eyes light up with a zing of newfound sparkle. Still holding her with one arm, I drop my right arm and grab her raised thigh, easing my fingers down to her ass. Beth’s breathing hitches as my fingers glide closer to my winner’s trophy.

  “If you wanna make this a game G, I can show you how it’s played.”

  “Mmm fighting talk. Now this, I like.”

  She pushes her leg back down and rises up onto her tiptoes. My palm strokes across to her other cheek, back and forth, mesmerised by her silky soft curves. Beth brushes her lips across mine, taking my arm from around her back, she moves my hand to the base of her neck and drags it down over the material.

  Landing over her breast, I rub my thumb over her nipple, which stiffens furthermore under my caress. A voice in the back of my mind tells me she’s playing me but I’m too busy listening to my dick to pay attention.

  After I
’ve shamelessly taken her irresistible bait she twirls out of my grasp, sneaking behind me, squealing ‘Sucker’ as she runs to the other side of the kitchen.

  “Jaxson.” She giggles like an overexcited child. “You got played.”

  But the way she’s bouncing up and down on adrenalin, fist pumping the air, whilst her nipples taunt me, only has me spurred on to play some more.

  “Beth, how can I make my next move when I don’t even know the rules? In fact, I know what my trophy is, but what’s yours?”