Always Angel (The List #4)

by N. K. Love

  She earns herself a slap across that juicy, thick thigh of hers, which serves to shake off her apparent urge to goad me.

  “I said turn over, B. Tick-tock.”

  With a wicked smirk, she rolls her body over and I waste no time in spreading her cheeks and sliding into her sweet pussy.

  “Fuuuuck!” She cries out.

  “Tell me you want me deeper.”

  “Deeper… I want you deeper.”

  Being so wet for me, has me slamming her deliciously deeper. She moans from the pit of her stomach, which is exactly where it feels like my dick has reached. Now I’m seated balls deep and I’ve got the perfect view of me burying myself inside of her, over and over.

  My growls meet her moans, as her white knuckles grasp the sides of the table. Gripping her hips tightly, I notice the red marks down her spine and across her cheeks from where she lay on the table. I take a step back, whilst still thrusting, building up a smooth rhythm. Keeping her body glued to mine, I yank her back with me on each small step. Edging her slowly away from the table, she takes the weight of her upper body onto her hands.

  Her ribs are now exposed. I take another step back, freeing her breasts, which begin bouncing left and right, clapping together with each thrust.

  “Jax, I can’t hold on.”

  I still my movements, but stay inside her. Leaning back, I take most of her weight.

  “Reach down. Put your palms on the floor.”

  I keep her skewered to my cock until she’s in position. Her hair tumbles over her head, cascading over the floor, between her hands. Bending my knees slightly, she holds herself up and I slide out, almost all the way. I take advantage of this new angle by pushing back inside, hard, grinding into her. Her pussy clenches, squeezing me as she pushes off her hands to meet my rotations.

  “Mmm. Jax, that’s it. Just…”

  I pick up the pace, but keep hitting those spots, just the way she likes it. With every squeeze of my cock, she brings me closer. I go harder still, until she starts her own trip to climax. Then, I start thrusting into her again, but at a merciless speed.

  Digging my fingers into her skin, hard enough to bruise her, I don’t give a fuck, because she comes with a force that sends me over with her. I fill her pussy, whilst it clenches around me and at the same time, I bend to my knees, lowering her down slowly onto all fours.

  I stay inside her, planting kisses everywhere my mouth can reach.

  “Beth, that was incredible. You. Are. Incredible.” The knock on the door snaps me out of my Beth-bubble. “WHO IS IT?” My dick presses into her when I shout and she laughs.

  “Jack, obviously.”

  Beth’s now covering her mouth, giggling uncontrollably. I slowly pull out, licking my lips at the distraction of her swollen pussy.

  “Shhh, unless you want him to look through the letterbox and see you in this compromising position.”

  Thankfully, I hear Jack’s muffled voice say something about waiting in the car.

  “Nice try.” She whispers. “You don’t even have a letterbox!”

  She stands up, purposely positioning her fine ass in my face. Instead of slapping it, I reach forward and bite it gently and instead of pulling away, she reaching around to the back of my head and pushes my head closer. My feisty girl. I suck where I’ve bitten and leave the kind of lovebite that clearly declares; ‘This ass is mine’.

  Spinning her around, whilst still on my knees, I take hold of the sides of her thighs, speaking directly to her pussy…

  “I fucking love you.”

  Rewarded with a giggle, she replies, “Mmm. Trust me, she loves you too.”

  I stand up and hold the sides of her face, appreciating the beauty in her just-fucked glow.

  “And you, my Angel, I love more than you could ever know.” I kiss her slowly, still letting our bodies come back down to earth. “I will spend the rest of my life showing you.”

  “I love you too, Jax. But, maybe next time you wanna wheelbarrow me, give me some warning so I can work out my arms, yeah?”

  Chapter Fourteen

  Thursday 11th June 2015

  9:34pm

  Beth

  I honestly thought I was helping, but it’s backfired and now I’ve put him in danger. I’m helpless. I can’t see him. I can’t even call him because he’s gotten rid of his phone, but promised to contact me when he can. God knows what he is doing or if anything else has happened.

  I’ve been thrown back into that lonely void of nothingness. Until I hear from him or Jack, there’s nothing I can do. So, to avoid losing my head again, I’ve been staying sane by trying my hardest to concentrate on the other parts of my life.

  Jack and I hardly spoke during the drive home on Friday night. As delicious as my goodbye tryst with Jax was, wheelbarrowing the fuck out of me wasn’t going to keep me from worrying about him. Jack knew I was gradually getting more and more worked up. He explained that it’s imperative for me not to contact Jax or go to his house, unless Jax sends for me.

  I understand that there can’t be any links between us because, if they find out about me, these people could hurt me to get to Jax. I accept that I’m out of my depth and I’m not about to take any more risks.

  When Jack pulled up outside my apartment block, I asked him why he has always been so nice to me and his answer surprised me. He said that my eyes always give me away. He said when he met me, he knew I was a good person and that was confirmed when he stayed at Jax’s on the night of the stabbing. He found my poems under the pillow; where I’d basically confessed my undying love for Jax, even way back then. Had that revelation happened a few weeks ago, I probably would’ve cringed and gotten all flustered. But I didn’t. I’m proud to be in love with such a wonderful person and the look on Jack’s face told me that he understood.

  Jack double checked I’d still got his number in my phone and told me to call him if I needed to. Other than Jax, the only people I can trust and talk to about any of this are Jack and Carmel.

  I was woken up Monday morning to the insistent buzz of my intercom. Turns out it was a driver wanting to gain access to deliver my new car! He gave me an envelope with Jax’s usual calling card; ‘Wish 13 – I wish you’d accept this car, Angel.’

  It’s a black Audi S1 and it’s absolutely, flipping gorgeous. It doesn’t look too over the top, but the gadgets, buttons and screens are enough to tell me it cost a pretty penny. I daren’t look the price up—possibly because I’d feel guilty for accepting it. But, with my little, red beauty locked away in Jax’s garage, I quickly cancelled the cabs I’d booked for every morning this week and got ready in record speed so that I could take it out for a spin.

  Since then, he has sent a courier with two more of his wishes on Tuesday, and then Wednesday morning. I know it’s his discreet way of reassuring me and I love his thoughtfulness. The first was another charm. A tiny pair of handcuffs with a lilac bead for my bracelet. Having our current predicament at the forefront on my mind, I automatically associated the charm with Jax’s goal of getting Samara in handcuffs.

  However, his words on the accompanying card confirmed that it was obviously meant as a visual reminder of that incredible night together. So much happened that night and my Fuck It list got a thorough seeing to, as did I!

  The first thing I did was to check the charm for the Carter symbol, which triggered that insatiable, giddiness feeling.

  Being claimed. It’s such a possessive, domineering thing to do. If it was anybody else, I’d be certifying it as arrogant and conceited. But it just doesn’t feel that way with Jax. The fact that he didn’t tell me, shows me that he didn’t do it as some sort of statement to me, or anybody else for that matter. He didn’t do it to stamp down his authority, or prove his importance in my life. He did it as a silent symbol to the universe that he understands, as do I, that we were meant to be together—no matter what.

  Yesterday, I received a large box. The envelope attached to the outside said ‘Read Me’. It read; ‘Wish
11 – I know you’re sad, but I wish you’d light up that beautiful face of yours with your radiant smile.’ With such lovely words, my curiosity was piqued, wondering what romantic gesture could possibly be inside the parcel. I tore open the wrapping to find what can only be described as a monster cock of a vibrator.

  Wish granted, I didn’t just smile, I howled with laughter. Amongst the madness, Jax still manages to make both my heart and my vagina flutter in one fell swoop.

  I’ve spent a lot of time on the phone to my parents and Wills. None of them suspect that anything is wrong because I’ve mostly swerved the conversation away from me, finding it easier to lose myself in somebody else’s voice. I think it helps me to pretend for a short while that this shit isn’t happening.

  On the way home from work today, I managed to ignore the voices in my head again. They sound suspiciously like Miss Alter Ego! One has been adamant that vodka-flavoured therapy is the answer and the other has been petulantly screaming for cock-flavoured therapy, which isn’t going to be happening anytime soon. Sadly, that delicious ache has faded from between my legs after Friday night, along with the bruises on my hips.

  Instead of alcohol when I got home, I settled for a large cup of coffee and distracted myself by following Jonathan’s sound advice. I composed an email to the lecturers at the university and then ordered all the relevant applications for obtaining licensing agreements for Next Chapter.

  Over the last few nights, I’ve been taking sleeping tablets. They’ve rendered me sufficiently drowsy enough to drift into a deep sleep. Each night, I’ve silently said goodnight to Jax, curling up in the foetal position, cocooning myself in the warmth of my duvet—and I may or may not have sniffed a certain shirt. Then, I gladly let my subconscious take over.

  Having taken a shower in my beautiful new bathroom, courtesy of my very dashing new landlord, I slip on my nightie and step out onto the balcony. The cool air of the night flutters on my heated skin. The stars have come out to entertain me and it’s such an amazing sight. It never fails to put things into perspective for me. Yes, I’ve been feeling uncertain and even paranoid at times, but in the grand scheme of things, I’m not going to wallow in self-pity.

  As I watch the shimmering moonlight cast over the silhouetted skyline, I decide that whoever these idiots are, they’re not going to win. Jax is invincible. He will make this right and I will wait for as long as it takes.

  I push away the negative thoughts that have be wondering why Jax hasn’t made contact today. I know if I think about it, it’ll put me on edge and I’ll probably be tempted to call Jack.

  Having taken a tablet, I take a few more sips of water and settle into bed, following my new little ritual which seems to be working. Gradually I feel the call of sleep dragging me under and I welcome it with open arms.

  11:49pm

  We’re walking in the woods, swinging our held hands between us. The sunbeams dance through the leafy branches of the overhanging trees. The ground is carpeted with beautiful flowers; the sorts of amazing colours you’d expect to see in an oil painting, never in real life.

  But, of course this isn’t real life, my subconscious nudges me as a reminder. When we reach the edge of the wood and break out into the open. I instantly recognise the field and that same summer’s day. The smell of fresh cut grass travels in the warm breeze. My bare legs are gently caressed and kissed with smooth warm lips, which contrast completely to the touch of his beard brushing beneath each kiss. Reaching my hands down between my knees, I stroke my fingers over his scalp, tugging on his ears. He nips my thigh in response, causing a giggle to erupt from my tummy.

  Jax’s thick thumb slides through my pussy, transforming my giggle to a long drawn out moan. My puppeteer—he is the master of my strings and I readily allow him to control me at will. I am his.

  Gliding my hands over my body, my hard nipples feel lush beneath this silk material. As his mouth descends, I arch my back up off the grass, pressing my heels into the ground. He treats my pussy as though it’s my mouth, passionately kissing and exploring with his long tongue.

  I may not be able to have him for real but, if I keep dreaming like this, it’s a damn fine substitution.

  “Yes, Jax. I miss you.”

  “I… I miss you too, Angel.”

  His deep voice flutters on my sensitive skin, threatening to break my dream. Dammit.

  “Shhh.”

  I whisper, determined to ride this baby out, without interruption. I need this. I need to have him in any capacity I can. I have no shame about it being from the blessings of my vivid imagination.

  “Fuuuck. You taste so fucking good.”

  Once again his hoarse tone resonates over my body, making it feel as though his voice and his body are disconnected. As I roll my hips into his mouth, I hear his signature, toe-curling growl of approval before silencing himself once more.

  This time I feel the cruel pull of consciousness, teasing me out of my blissful state. I can’t do anything about it, other than let it happen and pray that I’ll be able to slip seamlessly back in as soon as possible. I don’t want to open my eyes because there’ll be less chance of that happening if I wake up completely.

  I can still feel his mouth on me, and my pussy is tingling with every lash of his tongue. Being so wet and ready, I can’t help but slide my hand down to take over.

  My eyes fly open when I feel Jax’s head nestled between my legs. The room is pitch black.

  “JAX?!”

  “Was you expecting somebody else, Angel?” His husky voice confuses me even more.

  “Oh my God.”

  “Shhh. Let me finish what I started.”

  Just as I go to sit up, he pushes two fingers inside of me and doesn’t stop until he hears me moan and give in.

  Forget talking. He is here and that’s all that matters. So, if my man wants to give me the mother of rude awakenings, he can be my guest.

  He fucks me with his skilful fingers and brings me to the edge of orgasm before adding his mouth, for good measure. Loving the graze of his beard, I bring my thighs closer together, wanting to feel the roughness as much as possible. He adds a third finger and lets my body adjust before starting to thrust and rotate into me again. Grazing his teeth over my pussy, his touch is firm enough to have me instinctively jolting my hips back, concerned I can’t handle all of these sensations.

  A round of vulgarities is thrown out of my mouth, as my orgasm rises higher and higher with this heady, exhilarating medley. I’ve missed his touch for days, and having him here all of a sudden, intensifies my emotions and this burning desire to come undone beneath him.

  “Don’t worry, beautiful. Let it go. Let me feel you come for me.”

  Jax’s words are the final piece to the puzzle and as soon as it’s in place, I roll my head back, allowing it to explode into smithereens around us.

  With the echo of my orgasm still ringing in my ears, my body’s tingling and my chest’s heaving. Jax stops moving his fingers, keeping them deep inside of me. We both relish the aftereffects of my insides pulsating around him. He loves that feeling; knowing how my body reacts to him, and only him. Sliding his fingers carefully out, I feel tender where he has stretched me. Jax inhales deeply and slowly drags the flat of his tongue over my pussy, tasting my come.

  “I can’t… Mmm… I can’t believe you’re here.”

  He pays special attention to my tattoo and then his head comes into view as he stalks up my body.

  “Do you need some more convincing?”

  “Yes, please.”

  Taking hold of his bare shoulders, I run my foot up his leg and we both smile when I realise that he is already naked. Reaching around his broad frame, I stroke my hands over his shoulder blades. Pressing my fingertips into his warm skin, I just want to consume him. When he lowers himself down, I feel his muscles ripple beneath my touch and he begins kissing me softly.

  Subtly moaning into each other’s mouths, he kisses me as passionately as he did between my legs.
Gripping my jaw, he pulls back slightly, observing intently as he drags his thumb across my bottom lip. I find myself squeezing the pad of his thumb between my teeth and he pushes inside. I wrap my lips around his knuckle, whilst curving my tongue to hold him snug.

  Looking into my eyes, our souls seem to have their own private conversation—some sort of spiritual reassurance to each other that everything’s still on track.

  “God, I’ve missed you so much, Angel. This beautiful fucking mouth of yours will be the death of me.”

  His raspy voice is full of a dark desire. The energy radiating from our bodies, mingles together in harmony. His need to possess me is pouring out of him. We don’t feel complete when we’re apart. Having sex, making love or fucking—whatever the label may be—that special connection is the key to solidify us, again.