Fallen Angel (The List #3)

by N. K. Love

  When I interlocked our fingers and rotated his wrists I felt him squeeze my hand a little, like a discreet clue or an underlying warning that dominant Jax is prowling patiently around the perimeter, ready to snatch back control whenever I’m ready.

  I’m unreservedly in the moment now. Completely comfortable and enjoying myself. The thoughts of having his hands on my body are spurring me on.

  I’ve folded back the blanket down to his hips, keeping his blatant firm enjoyment concealed. I’m not quite ready for that massive distraction just yet.

  “You’re doing really well Sir.” The sparkle in his eyes every time I call him ‘Sir’ is priceless. I remove my glasses and place them by his phone. Raising one leg to kneel on the bed, Jax glances down at my bare thigh, whilst readjusting himself beneath the duvet. “Uncomfortable?”

  “Mmm, a little.”

  The frown lines on his forehead make me want to kiss them away.

  “I won’t be too much longer. I promise.”

  Slowly leaning my face forward so that we’re almost nose to nose. We both breathe each other in, knowing that as fun as this role play is, the temptation to say ‘Fuck It’ and start screwing like bunnies is always bubbling just below the surface.

  I pretend to check his eyes whilst he uses the opportunity to silently tell me that he needs to fuck me as soon as possible. I run my thumb across his beautiful lips and smile sweetly.

  “Okay, I just need to check and compare your heart rate and then I’ll be able to make my decision. I’ll need to remove my shoes for this.”

  Jax looks at me with curiosity. He keeps trying to second guess me but falls short each time. I like knowing what’s going to happen before he does. But I still prefer to be on the receiving end of his dominance. Having my body in his hands, to prime and mould me as he sees fit, is a wonderful place to be.

  I step over to the foot of the bed and hold onto the bedpost. With my back to him and my feet slightly stood apart, I bend fully over to remove first one heel and then the other. With an outfit this short, I’m not just giving him a subtle glance.

  When I turn to face him again, his palms are fisted together with his thumbs hooked under his chin. He is beginning to reach his limit.

  Climbing onto the bed at the foot, I stalk up his body on all fours. This time, even though my breasts are nearly gliding over him along with the stethoscope, he maintains eye contact. I come to rest in a straddling position. Although it’s subtle, I can tell his breathing’s heavier.

  Positioning the earpieces of my stethoscope, I put my weight up on my knees. Next, I smoothly hook my hand around the back of his neck and pull his upper body towards me. This effectively smothers his face into my desperately awaiting chest.

  I do this so that I can lean over his shoulder and place the chestpiece of my stethoscope in various places on his back. Just as I feel him slowly opening his mouth, I move back to face him. He lies back against the pillows, rubbing his lip together, smirking.

  Of course by now, my nipples are stiff. He glances down and then back to my eyes, raising a smug eyebrow in acknowledgement.

  I pretend to listen to his chest, whilst constantly rubbing my pouting, painted lips together. I want to drag my teeth across my bottom lip but don’t want to ruin the look by smearing my lippy.

  I unnecessarily adjust my seating position to nudge and press intermittently against his cock, teasing him—and giving myself a little relief.

  Removing the earpieces, I let the prop hang from my neck again, nestled between my breasts.

  “From my examination and what I’ve observed—” I drag my eyes all over his body, landing on the prominent bulge waiting patiently between my thighs and just a duvet away. “—I can confirm that you appear to have exceptional fitness levels... I have only two concerns though, Mr Carter.”

  “Which are?”

  “Firstly, I find you to be extremely hot.” Flicking my hair over my shoulder to avoid obscuring his view, I reach my left hand up to the right side of my neck as I continue. “I’m concerned that this may develop into a potentially dangerous fever that’ll be very hard for you to control.” I begin sliding my fingers beneath the halter neck and slowly stroke them downwards. “Are you able to take control, Sir?”

  Further and further my fingers go and I watch Jax’s intense gaze follow the trail. When they reach the hardness of my right nipple, I moan a little and press my pussy into his cock. Looking away, I lean my cheek into my shoulder, taking a second to enjoy the stimulation as I pinch, whilst rolling my hips with eagerness.

  I resist the urge to close my eyes, needing to stay ahead of the game for a little while longer. Jax clears his throat.

  “I actually find it’s sometimes rewarding to lose control… to let yourself go.”

  He hovers his hands over my thighs and hesitates, waiting for permission, which I grant with a flutter of my eyelashes and a major high-five to Miss Seductive.

  When he places his strong warm hands on my thighs, my breath hitches and I inhale deeply, filling my lungs through my nostrils. I stretch my arms up to reach my hands down the back of my neck. Pushing out my chest, I unclip my halter neck and let the two pieces of fabric fall over my shoulders. This damn thing is fitted so tightly I knew it’d remain there and not pool past my nipples.

  “Well, Sir, there’s only one way for me to be certain that you can handle such extensive physical activities, otherwise I will not be able to sign you off today.”

  “I’m all ears, Nurse Taylor.”

  His raspy voice is filled with a new rawness. With his hands on my body, he has started to reclaim what’s his. A powerful need is radiating from his fingertips and into my skin. It spreads through my bloodstream, being carried all over my grateful body.

  “Unfortunately, my boss doesn’t agree with my somewhat… controversial methods of attaining satisfactory examination results. So this’ll have to remain strictly confidential.” Leaning down to his ear, I whisper, “It’ll be our little secret.”

  “What exactly are you suggesting?”

  “Mr Carter, the only way I’ll know if your body is capable, is simply by having you prove it to me.”

  Where I’ve folded back the duvet, I place my knees on the sheeted mattress and tug the duvet down past my shins, leaving it just covering his ankles.

  Looking back at his newly exposed erection my mouth instinctively reacts forcing me to swallow. His cock always looks so deliciously inviting.

  I move myself forward so that my pussy’s flush against the underside of his thick root. With timid movements, I slowly rock back and forth, realising just how wet I already am for him. There’s something so gratifying about being made to wait.

  “Does that sound like something you’d be interested in, Sir?”

  “Yes.” His enthusiastic response is instant, revealing his impatience. “Am I allowed to touch you and talk freely now?”

  “I’d be disappointed if you didn’t. Although, as this is purely for professional purposes, I don’t think it’s appropriate for you to kiss me. That’s unnecessarily intimate.”

  “So I can fuck your brains out but I can’t kiss you… on the lips?”

  Albeit mocking, he makes a good point but it’s the best I could come up with. How I managed to squeeze sentimentality into these crazy circumstances is beyond me. But considering he’s about to have sex with ‘Nurse Taylor’, I want to keep his kisses sacred between Beth and Jax only.

  “That’s correct. But to clarify; you can’t kiss these lips—” I add suggestively, puckering my painted lips. Jax immediately kneads his thumbs into the ultra-sensitive area high inside my thighs. “Mmmm… Over to you then Sir. You are now in complete control. I’m all yours.” Hallelujah! I’ve tried my utmost and he seems to be enjoying it but I am definitely much more at ease when Jax is looking after me. My sexual magician is officially released and I can’t wait. “Would you like me to undress for you?”

  Like the flick of a switch, my domineering Jax
resurfaces.

  “I’ll decide if, when and by whom, thank you Nurse.”

  And just like that, the roles have seamlessly reversed.

  So, I remove my stethoscope and headband and throw them on the bed. Dropping my head back, I shake my hair from side to side. Flicking my head forward, I let my hair tumble over my breasts and put my hands on my hips.

  Now I’m ready for him.

  Chapter Twelve

  Jax

  Before she knows it, I’m on her, catching her off guard. Tugging her hair behind her back, she screams and falls back onto the bed.

  Simultaneously, I draw my legs up underneath me so that I’m hovering over her on my knees. She flicks her legs up and plants her feet either side of me, her legs spread wide. Our heated skin melds, picking up the pace of the adrenalin pumping through my veins. I’ve been keeping it at bay until now.

  The control in this relationship belongs with me, I only let her borrow it occasionally.

  Of course deep down I know that the true control—the control that has the ability to change my life—belongs entirely to her. She’s always had it. It’s stashed away so secretly, she’s oblivious to it herself. Ultimately, she calls the shots. She has me, she doesn’t know it, but I fucking do.

  The things this girl does to me, inside and out. This woman is special. She’s laid out before me, allowing me to call her mine. The first person I’ve ever wanted to call mine.

  “Nurse Taylor, I have been waiting to enter you from the second you entered this room.”

  I still have a hold of her hair and use it to angle her head, giving me free access to her soft neck. She said not to kiss her mouth but the rest of her body bares no restrictions.

  I nuzzle into her hair behind her ear and groan as she responds with a whimper and a full body shiver. She smells edible, as usual.

  “You are so fucking sexy in this—” I peel down one side of the material, letting her left breast fall freely. “Exquisite. I idolize your body, every inch of it. I’m gonna show you how much. Starting here.”

  Dipping my mouth to the base of her neck, I place feather light kisses over her skin, leading first to her shoulder and then down to her bare breast. By the time my tongue is encircling her nipple, her breathing becomes erratic.

  Lord knows, I’m a connoisseur of her body, so I introduce my teeth to the banquet. My cock is already at the head of the table, salivating in readiness for its turn to feast.

  Peeling away the second strip, revealing her right breast, I start teasing and pleasing her nipples alternately. Making them as hard as each other, but never as hard as I am. I tell her what she does to me and how agonising it’s been to not touch her whenever I pleased.

  Everywhere my mouth travels, my hot breath meets the heat of her skin. From her shoulders to her fingertips, from her ankles to her hips. My mouth matches her response. As her breathing picks up, so does my pressure. When she gently starts working her hips, I start sucking and biting at her lovely soft flesh.

  This outfit is obsolete now, gathering around her midriff. I lift the flimsy piece of fabric that’s ambitiously masquerading itself as a skirt, giving my eager eyes the delightful sight they’ve been waiting for. Her preened pussy entices me with a sharp pull of the invisible twine that’s attached to my dick twenty-four-seven—whether she’s present or not.

  My hard dick is literally aching to be inside of her. I’ve recently realised that burying myself in Beth, is the only place capable of granting detachment from all things unrelated to her.

  After showering her body with meaningful kisses, I’ve worked her up into a frenzy with her legs clamped around my waist tightly. Her cheeks are flushed, her lips are parted and her breathing is ragged. That lipstick hasn’t budged and still seems to be whispering ‘Imagine me stretched around your cock’, which were the first words I heard when I opened that picture message earlier.

  “How’s your heart rate, Nurse Taylor?”

  She gulps hard and thrusts her hips up against my straining cock.

  “Mine? Oh, nothing I can’t handle, Sir.”

  But her words are shaky.

  And fuck me, ‘Sir’ coming out of her mouth sounds ridiculously bad in a ludicrously good way.

  “You know, no matter how delicious your body tastes, there will always be favouritism. Like here…” I kiss my magical spot just behind and below her ear. “And here…” With soft suction on each nipple, she whimpers and digs her nails into my shoulder blades.

  “Please just—”

  “Just what, Nurse Taylor?” I tease.

  With her thighs easing up their vicelike grip, her hand urges my head downwards gently. Rolling her hips forward persuasively, I can’t help smirking but bury my smile in her torso. I make my way down south casually, to her despair.

  “Just—” Still with one hand pushing my playfully stubborn head, I watch her reach down with the other and skim through her pussy. “—I need your mouth here.”

  “What, here?”

  Lowering my head, I bury my nose in her sweet hair, inhaling whilst gripping her legs roughly. I press my tongue at the apex of her thick thighs and leisurely lick upwards, following the crease of her leg. She stills and moans, absorbing the sensation. But before my tongue has chance to give her any kind of tangible release, I move over and repeat on the other side.

  “No.”

  Wriggling her hips, she tries to entice my mouth into her tasty little pussy. The scent of her arousal has me desperate to please her, knowing that wetness was made strictly for me. Evidence of how good we are together.

  “I’m not going to eat this tight pussy until I hear you ask me properly.”

  Answering without caution, showing her lack of inhibitions, is yet more evidence as to how well we work as one.

  “Can you bury your mouth… just there?”

  “Try harder.”

  “Can you eat my pussy senseless—until nothing else matters?”

  That husky breathless voice is beautiful. I hover my lips over her, holding onto my restraint like the tethers to a wild horse. I’m still waiting. If she only knew what I was waiting for, I guarantee I wouldn’t still be waiting.

  Moving my hands further up, I spread her pussy out before me and study the feast I’m about to devour. I torment her with the tip of my tongue, tracing the outline of her pussy as she jolts and twitches her hips in response.

  “I wanna ride your tongue ’til you taste what you do to me.”

  Fuck, her innocent little mouth’s good. But I shake my head from side to side mercilessly, brushing my stubbled jaw against the inside of her trembling thigh muscles. She definitely likes me unshaven and it’s beginning to grow on me too—pun intended.

  “I’m still waiting, Nurse.”

  I drop her a hint, whilst baring my teeth and gently stroke the hardness across her soft clit.

  “F-fuck—Sir.”

  “Good girl.”

  Immediately the flat of my tongue strokes upwards in one slow, satisfying move, like licking the hottest ice-cream cone in the world. I ease my thumb inside and feel her wetness, which has me imagining fluidly riding her, skin to skin. When that moment comes, it’ll feel unreal inside this dick-glove of a pussy that belongs to me.

  I follow up with my second thumb. She moans aloud and I pull my head back enough so that I can enjoy the impressive view. Pressing harder with my hands, I force my thumbs further in and around, stretching her velvety walls.

  With her chin tilted to the ceiling and her mouth gaping wide apart, she breathes heavily, lacing each exhale with a ball twitching cry. Her hands are clawing at the mattress, trying to pinch a grip on the bed sheets as she arches her back and displays her magnificent breasts in a pose that’ll be tattooed in my memory forever. Simply beautiful.

  Pushing my knees back, I reposition myself and dive all in, giving her pussy the attention it’s been craving. In a matter of minutes, I have her riding my long tongue as it penetrates her whilst my thumb takes care of he
r clit. I feast on her as she comes. I taste what I do to her, just like she wanted. She’s still quivering and pulsing.

  “This pussy belongs to me.” I state, without question. “Nobody can ever make you feel like this. Your pleasure—all of it—is ours.”

  “Always.”

  There’s a fire of passion in her voice that fills me with hope. Yes, she still makes me hopeful.

  “There can be nobody else. I’ve ruined you.” I climb her body, noticing the veins bulging out of my arms. We’re nose to nose and she gulps hard as our eyes lock into the intensity rushing between us. “Just like you’ve ruined me.”