Always Angel (The List #4)

by N. K. Love

  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

  Only two left. Why didn’t I take my beach opportunity with Jax in Devon? Well, I guess it’s a good excuse to go away for a weekend—just the two of us! Not next weekend though, I’m in London for that small businesses seminar. I was a click away from cancelling my place a fortnight ago. I’m so glad I didn’t because I’m really looking forward to exploring what the future holds for Next Chapter.

  6:05pm

  Jax

  I’ve hit the gym hard for the last six days, so today I’ve had to take a rest day. But, right now, I’m fit to burst. I’ve been working on some projects that have had my head spinning. I usually compartmentalize my mind with a strenuous workout. So, having a rest day means I’ve now got a day’s worth of energy backed up and I’m desperate to burn it to mellow myself out. Right now, there’s only one way to satisfy my physical needs.

  After swinging by my solicitors to pick up some files, I head straight over to Beth’s. Apparently, it’s her turn to give me a surprise tonight.

  I drive through the gate and park in the reserved bay. Making my way up to her apartment, I knock the door and stand back, smiling towards the spyhole. A minute later, she opens the door and instead of seeing her radiant smile, her beautiful face is full of thunder.

  “What the fuck is going on, Jaxson?”

  “Hello to you too.”

  “Don’t give me that shit.” She turns and walks back into the apartment, which I take as my invite to come in. “Follow me.”

  Beth stomps off up the stairs, so I shut the door, put down my bag and follow her. She’s waiting just down the hallway, with her arms folded and her back to the wall.

  I stare at her for a few seconds in silence.

  “You gonna keep me in the dark, B?”

  “Oooh I think I’m the one that’s been kept in the dark!” To her annoyance, I casually take a few steps down the hallway and mirror her stance against the wall opposite. “I knew something was up…. I just figured you’d used your powers of persuasion with my stupid landlord last week, to schmooze your flowers and gifts into my apartment. Then, something was niggling at me the other night. After we’d spoken on the phone, I was struggling to sleep so I started replaying your first time here, in my head… Anyway, I realised that you walked straight past my bathroom.”

  “Did I?”

  “Yes. When you carried me upstairs, the bathroom door was shut, but you walked straight past it and went to my bedroom—even though you’d never been here…” Beth pauses to assess my reaction and I remain pokerfaced, knowing better than to interrupt her. Plus, her anger is seeping out of every pore and I’m finding it a turn on to say the least. “Then, I come home to this.”

  She nudges the bathroom open with her foot and stands back, gesturing for me to have a look. I don’t need to look, I already know what I’ll see, so I stay put.

  “I was going to speak to you, tonight—”

  “Oh I bet you were! Well, you’d better start speaking before I start swinging. I mean it.”

  God, she’s so fucking cute. Looking down, I pinch the bridge of my nose to hide the smirk that will only rile her more.

  “The new bathroom wasn’t supposed to be installed until Monday. I knew which room was your bedroom that night because I’d seen the property plans in the morning.” Beth is trying to control her breathing with steady exhales. She closes her eyes and I just want to grab her. “I bought it, Beth.”

  Her eyes fly open.

  “Bought what? My apartment.”

  “No.” I see a brief flash of relief pass over her face. “No. I mean, not just your apartment. I bought this block of apartments.”

  Beth’s jaw drops and I watch as I see her hazelnut eyes go up in flames. I reach out for her hand to try and rein this in before it blows further out of proportion. She smacks my hand away and shoves me in the chest.

  “Jaxson, you’re out of your flipping mind! You bought my home. Again!” She pushes me in the chest again, but this time I grab hold of her wrists. “What is wrong with you? When?”

  “Calm down. It was about a week ago, officially.” I shrug. “Don’t be mad.”

  “Don’t be m—” She closes her mouth and bites down on her bottom lip, shaking her head, fuming.

  “It’s nothing.”

  “Un-fucking-believable, Jaxson!” She shouts. “So, when you found out my new address, what did you do? Contact the landlord and make him an offer he couldn’t refuse?”

  Beth struggles to pull her wrists out of my grasp to no avail. Despite the fact that her anger is aimed at me, I still can’t help finding it sexy as fuck.

  “No. Look, I’ve been wanting to extend my portfolio and the idea came to me when we spoke about this place for the first time.”

  “You mean when I mentioned, in passing, that the landlord was being an ass? Is that why?”

  “That was the trigger, yes.”

  “Well, he wasn’t even selling… Let me go, Jaxson.” I shake my head, but see a sudden look of panic in her angry eyes. “Oh my God, what did you do to him?”

  Her insinuation flicks a switch and her anger injects itself into me. I shove her back against the wall opposite and grip onto her throat. I hold her firmly, but not tight enough to hurt. She gulps hard and it ripples down my palm.

  “What, Beth? You think I hurt him?” Her eyes show her uncertainty and it infuriates me. “What if you’re right? What if I took a chisel to his fingernails and tapped them off, one… by… one? Is that the kind of man you think I am?”

  Beth shakes her head. “No. I don’t.” I may be offended, but I’m still turned on to the hilt and having her tits heaving in my direction heightens my arousal further. I lean down, brushing my lips against hers. “But, I’m still angry with you, Jax.”

  She turns her head away from me and I feel that hard swallow against my palm again. I’m getting harder by the second. I need to hurry up and get this conversation finished.

  “Well, I did threaten him—with his dodgy tax returns! I’m not a fucking monster, Beth. We both got a good deal. I’m a fair businessman.” Moving my lips to her ear, I whisper, “B, we are both pissed off, but I need to fucking fuck you out of that little dress. Now!”

  “Really? Well, that’s a shame because, right now, the last thing I want to do is fuck my controlling, possessive landlord!”

  Swinging her face back around, she dips her shoulder and grips hold of my balls, squeezing hard.

  “I think you’re lying.”

  “Try me.”

  She grips harder and so do I. I could easily use my freehand to move hers away. But instead, I use it to roughly yank up her dress from behind and take a fistful of ass.

  “I think you like it when I’m possessive—” Still gripping her throat, I slide my thumb across her jawline, dragging down her bottom lip. “—and controlling.”

  I push my hips into her and even though she is still gripping my balls, I know she can feel exactly what this situation is doing to me. The pulse in her throat quickens beneath my touch and the rage in her eyes starts to transform into a whole new kind of passion.

  “You don’t own me.”

  Pressing my thumb into her mouth, she instinctively bites down hard. Hard enough to hurt. Hard enough to have me softening my grip on her neck. That’s my feisty girl. She’s a fighter and I love that about her.

  “I own you, just as much as you
own me, Angel.” Using the heel of my hand to hold her ass cheek open, I slide my fingers beneath her thong and keep going until I feel her warm wetness coating my fingertips. I groan through gritted teeth, pressing my hips into her again. “If you don’t want me to fuck you, why are you so ready for me?”

  In response, Beth lets go of my thumb and lets out a shaky breath. She also loosens her death grip on my balls and slides her palm up the length of my dick.

  “That’s what you do to me, Jax. You fuck with my head and my body responds. I wish I wasn’t wet. I wish I could reject you because you’re interfering and…you’re crazy.”

  “You’re right. I am crazy, about you. I won’t apologise for that.” This time she renews her grip around my erection and starts stroking me. “I want to make you happy, B. That’s all. I’m new to this, so you’ll have to help show me the way.” Beth takes my thumb into her mouth again and starts sucking as I press my fingers further, sliding deeper into her pussy. “It’s pretty fucking intense, being me, and being so utterly consumed by you.” Feeling her tongue on my thumb, whilst she’s rubbing my dick, is mesmerising. “Turns out, when I fall in love, I love hard.”

  Letting my thumb slip out of her pouty lips, she rolls her head back, moaning softly. I watch her. I love to watch her. To see what my body can do to her and what I can make her feel. Her cheeks are flushed. She pushes her bottom against the wall, opening her legs for me.

  “Join the… fuuucking…club.”

  I continue the delicious torment between her legs. The fact that she’s on the verge of coming, even though she is angry with me, surprisingly stirs deeper, dark feelings from within.

  I slide my hand down her neck to her breasts and tug at her nipples, making her cry out.

  “I wish you’d let me fuck all of this anger out of you, hard and rough. I fucking love you, Angel. But, I really wanna fuck you like I hate you, right now.”

  Pulling her head back down, I see her eyes still show flickering sparks of anger, but what’s more prominent is the black pools of lust. There’s no cuteness anymore. Her cheeks aren’t glowing because she’s blushing. They’re glowing because she is horny as fuck and she’s owning it.

  “Do it.”

  Two simple words resonate down my spine, splintering out into every inch of my body. I’m buzzing with unused energy and a cocktail of new emotions that have my body pulsing with a passionate rage.

  Beth

  Fuck, this man will be the death of me. Jax has fucked me hard before, but never when we’ve been angry. My emotions have been ricocheting between these walls this whole time and I can’t keep up. I’m still angry at him for buying this place behind my back. But how the hell can I expect him to take me seriously when I’m cheerfully letting him fingerfuck me against this wall.

  I’m pissed off at him and at myself for not being able to stand my ground. Even Miss Sensible is telling me that it’s a wise investment for him considering the property market and interest rates at the moment. Well, Fuck It! Let’s see if his wish will work. I want nothing more than for him to fuck my emotions back in check.

  Jax whips his hand away, spins me around and tugs back my ponytail. He rotates his wrist, wrapping my hair over his knuckles, forcing my face up.

  “What’s your safeword?”

  “Tricks.”

  “Good. Now, walk!”

  Jax pushes me forward. I walk, even though I can’t see where I’m going because he’s still holding my head back.

  When he had his hand around my throat, I wasn’t in the least bit intimidated—well, not in a bad way. But my God, it alerted something inside of me that just set off alarm bells. I think it’s because he’s right; I love his strong, protective and—yeah, Fuck It—his possessive side too! So when he was demonstrating his control over me, I was helplessly squeezing my thighs together and clenching away at the ache in my pussy.

  My bedroom door is open, so he pushes me straight through it and stops us beside the bed.

  “Arms up.” Letting go of my hair, in one fluid movement, he whisks my dress up and off. I drop my arms back down to my sides. “Open your legs.” He growls in that demanding voice, which has my body bypassing my mind and obeying him.

  As I step my feet apart, I feel a sharp tug on either side of my thong and then the damp material is whipped away leaving a coolness between my legs.

  Jax unclips my bra and in a matter of seconds he has me completely naked. His body closes in on me from behind. I can feel that he’s topless now, but then I also feel the cold metal of his belt buckle against the small of my back. His lips drift over my shoulder and just as I’m thinking how gentle he’s being, he plants his teeth in the curve of my neck and bites down. I moan, loving the feeling, but he keeps on biting harder until I cry out.

  He bites and sucks and bites and sucks harder. It’s a mash up of divine torment. Licking from where he has no doubt marked me, his thick tongue travels up to the back of my ear.

  “Make me angry again.” He growls.

  I know why he is asking, because I’m thinking the same thing. We both loved the tug-of-war in the hallway. But as soon as I’m beneath his touch, the anger falls away and I just want to submit to him. Having me naked has softened his resolve too.

  I bow my head, looking down my body and inspiration hits.

  “I need to tell you something.”

  “Go on.”

  “Another man had his hands on me today.”

  I reach around to take one of his hands and bring it around to feel the plastic wrap below my navel. Jax spreads his fingers over it and stills. He knows exactly what it is and considering it’s not far away from my bikini line, I can definitely play on this.

  Spinning me on the spot, he looks down and I see the tension build as he clenches his jaw.

  “You got inked. There. Without me. By a fucking man?”

  I nod, slightly distracted by his washboard abs and tattooed pecs, which are close enough to lick.

  “Surprise!”

  I add sarcastically. I actually think I’m going to enjoy having free rein to return the favour and piss him off.

  “You let another man touch you. There.”

  He is still transfixed, looking down.

  “Mmm-huh… I really enjoyed it too.” Keeping his head facing down, he lifts only his hooded eyes and the anger is back. He can’t stand the thought of another man’s hands on me. Taking the sarcasm out of my tone, I hand the mic to Miss Alter Ego, who is only too pleased to take over. “He was so talented and capable. He really put my body at ease.”

  I start to delicately stroke my breasts, drawing his attention upwards. So I play with my nipples, sucking on my bottom lip, I wait for him to look up into my eyes. When he does, I see they’re glazed over with a red mist. That clenched jaw is doing a great job of extenuating his strong features.

  God, he is so fucking sexy right now.

  “How low did his hands go?” He growls out barely opening his mouth.

  “Low enough to get the job done properly. I was extremely satisfied.”

  Quickly he throws my body backwards onto the bed, leaving my feet dangling over the edge of the mattress. Looking down at me, he starts to undo his belt.

  “Did he want to fuck you, Beth?”

  Now this is the turning point. Everything I’ve said until now has just been sexed up truth. Is this going to turn into a real role play now?

  “Yes.”

  I can’t take my eyes off his hands. He swiftly pulls the belt from his jeans and rethreads the end back though the buckle.

  “Did you want to fuck him?”

  Shit. Do I go all in? How else am I gonna make him angry? Well, he did ask for it…

  Fuck It.

  “Not at first. But, having his hands brushing over my pussy whilst he worked on me, I couldn’t help myself. He started touching me there more and more and I realised it wasn’t accidental.”

  Putting one knee on the bed, he snatches up my wrists in one strong hand a
nd posts them through the loophole of the belt. He pulls the end of the strap until my wrists are held tightly in place, where he wraps around the excess leather, threading it down between my hands to secure it.

  “Put your hands above your head.”

  “We were alone. When my tattoo was finished he stood up and his hard-on was straining his trousers in front of me.” Jax stands back and undoes his jeans. “I had to do something. I knew it was wrong, but I took his hand and guided it up my dress. I showed him just how wet I was for him. His touch on my skin, felt so good.” Jax falters as he removes his jeans and briefs at the same time. Looking down on me again, but this time naked, he rolls his neck from side to side. He is caught in a battle of sexual need and maintaining his sanity. I know, like me, he is picturing everything I say. It kills him to imagine it, but also turns him on. It’s confusing, but intriguing. “I couldn’t let it end there. I—”