Always Angel (The List #4)

by N. K. Love

  “On my period? No, only two days this month, thankfully… It’s a shame you’re not here to take advantage in person.”

  Her sultriness sneaks into her voice, feeding me with visions of me feeding her, whilst large hazelnut eyes looking up at me through long lashes.

  “Why don’t we rewind back to before you were rudely interrupted…? What were you doing, exactly?”

  “It’s your fault.” She whispers. “Thank you for my books, by the way.”

  “My pleasure… So, is that what got you going? They must’ve sent some good material then, huh?”

  “Yes, perfect. This particular book is hot as hell, and I’m missing you so much… By the second sex scene I was… I was—”

  “Horny?”

  “Uh-huh”

  “Wet?”

  “Yes, then the next thing I know, I’m squeezing my thighs together, reaching my hand beneath the covers.”

  My dick becomes harder with every word. The flimsy cotton sheet covering my body, tightens over my straining cock, leaving a dickprint that even I’m impressed with!

  “Can you do it again, B? Can you touch yourself for me?”

  She hesitates for a beat.

  “I will, if you will.”

  “Oh, I already am, Angel. Don’t you realise how hard I get over the sound of your voice alone? Slide your hand back between your legs and tell me what happened next.”

  Hearing the flutter of her breath as she follows my request, I close my eyes, imagining exactly how she looks right now.

  “I pushed the book to the side and imagined me playing out the scene I’d just read.”

  “With me?”

  “Always with you, G.”

  Her soft, breathy words have me readjusting my balls, as I leisurely ride my palm up and down the full length.

  “Did you put your fingers inside your pussy?”

  “Mmm.”

  “And now? Are you turned on, Angel, fingering yourself?”

  “Yes, because I’m imagining it’s you.”

  “Good girl… I know you’re wet for me, B… Fuck, I’d do anything to taste you right now. I want you to imagine I’m swirling my tongue around your clit. I’m gripping your wrist and pushing your knuckles, sending your fingers in deeper… Go deeper for me, Angel. Keep your eyes closed and tell me what you see.”

  Beth lets out a shaky breath and I bite down on my silver chain, quashing the irritation that I’m not with her now.

  “I love giving you my pleasure, making sure you know what you—and only you—do to me… You’re using my hand to fuck me… Spreading my pussy wider for you. The tops of my thighs are wet. Your mouth nuzzles into me with your tongue focusing on my clit… Your beard is rough against my skin and I fucking love it.” I hear Beth gulp hard and inhale deeply. “How’s your cock feeling, G?”

  She intentionally asks me with a hint of arrogance, presumably to defuse her growing need a little. The word ‘cock’ coming from her lips, heightens my need to fuck her. I drop the chain from my lips and smile to myself before answering.

  “My cock is missing its glove. My hands are more than capable. But, they’re nothing compared to you; your hands, your mouth, and that delicious pussy of yours. I want it all. For now, I’ll imagine the sensation of sinking my dick down to the back of your warm throat… B, suck your fingers for me. Let me hear the sound of you tasting yourself.”

  A second later, the echo of her moans mixes with the succulent, subtle sound of her mouth. It resonates all over my body, predominantly in my dick. So I reach over and grab the bottle of cocoa butter off the side. Flicking the lid open, I squeeze a long line of cream from the tip of my dick to the base. Throwing the bottle across the bed, I roll my head back, enjoying the cool, wet feeling. Now my hand can move more fluently.

  My other hand grips my scalp as I bite onto my bottom lip. Letting a deep growl escape my throat, I instruct Beth to use her wet fingers to play with her breasts. She rolls her nipples when she imagines me sucking and pinches when she pictures me biting. I whisper words of encouragement as she pants blissfully in my ear.

  “Turn over. Lie down on your front.”

  “Okay.”

  “Now, reach beneath your beautiful body and grab hold of your pussy again, hard… Spread your knees wide open. Roll your hips into your hand, into the mattress… Can you feel me, Angel? Can you feel what I do to you? When I’m lying between your legs—”

  “Yes, shiiit.” Beth’s voice is muffled, as her face must be pressed into the pillow. “Mmm, fuck. I love riding you. You’re so big—and thick. Jax…”

  Inhaling deeply, she hisses through gritted teeth and I catch myself mimicking her. I raise my knees up and apart, exactly how I like it when she’s rollercoastering the fuck out of me.

  “I’m right there with you. Ride me, B. Put your fingers inside yourself and ride… Fuck…” She’s with me every thrust of the way. “I’m clenching my fist harder, squeezing my dick, as though it’s fucking your tight pussy… Go up and down for me, faster… Harder, stretch that pussy the way my dick would.” Beth whimpers and whispers, taking me closer and closer. I soften my voice a little, bringing her with me. “That’s it, Angel. Right there. Just there.”

  “I’m coming, G.”

  She’s breathless. Her words caress every pore of my skin, ripping me into the darkness with her. This is where we ultimately lose ourselves.

  The base of my dick tingles and my balls twitch and tighten with that familiar sensation, pre-warning me.

  “Tell me to come for you.”

  “Come for me, Jax.”

  She commands without hesitation and then spirals into orgasm with me right there alongside her. Holding the phone flush against my face, I let her moans fuel my motions, as I pump out everything I’ve got.

  We listen to each other’s harsh exhales.

  We may be in different countries, but we’re never apart. How can we be, when she exists within me?

  Acting as one, our breathing calms. The aftereffects of her climax brings with it a comforting hum and eventually an angelic giggle.

  Chapter Twenty

  Sunday 14th June 2015

  5:52pm

  Beth

  Last night’s impromptu phonegasm, was exactly what I needed to feel reconnected to Jax, albeit from hundreds of miles away. I mentally check it off my list and do a happy dance in my head, knowing that there’s just one more item left now.

  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

  Afterwards, he told me that depending on how today panned out, I could be back in his arms sooner than expected. The very thought of that spurs me on to stay motivated.

  Aside from popping to the shops earlier, Carmel has thankfully been here to keep me company. When I've not been with her, I've been writing poetry again or reading. I devoured the novel from last night and dived straight into another.

  I used Carmel’s phone this morning to fire an email over to Eddie to smooth things over at that end, for the next week. My plans f
or expansion have drifted a million miles away from my priorities.

  Jax called at lunchtime. He tried to hide it, but he sounded so frustrated. I could tell something had happened today and he couldn’t—or wouldn’t—divulge any details. He said he probably won’t be able to call me again until tomorrow.

  God, I really hope this trip proves to be worthwhile. The anguish in his voice confirmed to me that if he doesn't deal with Samara now, we'll be in for a whirlwind of trouble until it ends, one way or another.

  I feel helpless though, stuck here, twiddling my thumbs, playing house with Carmel—who, incidentally, my man has slept with. Yeah, that little fact has popped into my head a few times. Most recently after I went to hand Carmel her phone back last night. Miss Alter Ego was making a sterling effort of handling my post-orgasm state. So my vibe was definitely of the ‘Fuck-It-we-all-love-flicking-the-bean’ persuasion, which I don’t think she appreciated. My cheeks were still flushed so there was no point being embarrassed about it.

  For now, my hands are tied—and not in the way I’d like! I hate being powerless in all of this. The thought of a night full of reading is my only comfort because it means I’ll be a day closer to normality—or at least as normal as things can be for us at the moment.

  I reach into my handbag and rifle around for some gum. Instead my hand lands on my phone. I never switch it off, so being without it has felt like I’ve constantly forgotten something. Other than Jax calling Carmel’s phone, I’m stranded out here. That’s another reason I’m counting down the hours until I can go back home, I can put on some of my own clothes and sort myself out with a new phone.

  Would it hurt to quickly check my messages? I don’t see how. It’ll only take a minute.

  As soon as my phone’s on, it starts lighting up with new messages. My stomach sinks when I remember the reason why it’s already set to silent. I flick through each text message and I’m relieved to find that there’s nothing important there. I see the one from Will, which makes me smile.

  Hey there, Smiler! Do you and your fella fancy a BBQ round here on Monday night? It’d be good for us all to get together. Hope to see you then. Will

  That somehow lifts my mood a little, until my final message comes through and it’s from Jonty. He sent it this morning; Bethany, I hope all is well. No pressure, but I would love to hear from you, if possible. JC

  This. This is what is on the line here. Jax’s life. Our lives. Our future. Those fucking bastards are threatening all of that, over what? Trying to keep a criminal out of prison? Why? I really want to know what my life was going to be so easily sacrificed for.

  My fingers scroll further down and find the message that immediately injects a sickly feeling in the pit of my stomach. I read the friendly exchange of messages and shake my head at the audacity of them to impersonate Jax. I’m the idiot they fooled though. Admittedly, they made it sound authentic, but I should’ve picked up on distinct lack of kisses. Unless there’s a reason, Jax always leaves an ‘x’ at the end of his text messages.

  I imagine coming face to face with the person who wrote and sent those messages. I’m intrigued to hear their voice. Maybe it’d be Samara’s girlfriend, I’d recognise her. It wouldn’t achieve anything, but a simple ‘Fuck you!’ said with some fierce determination, would let them know they haven’t won. Actually, what I'd actually want to say is ‘Why?!’

  Feeling revived by the anger coursing through my veins, I hit the call button without as much as a second thought.

  I want this.

  The movies always say you’ve got sixty seconds before they can trace a call—or is it thirty? Fuck It! It’s not like I want a full blown conversation.

  Oh my God, it’s ringing! It’s fucking ringing. I panic, darting out of the bedroom and down the hallway. Carmel will know what to say to them better than I will, or at least be a helluva lot more convincing than me.

  As I run, I quickly press ‘mute’ and shout for Carmel. I left her tapping away at her laptop in the kitchen, about an hour ago, so I head straight there.

  “Shit, shit shit!” I burst through the door. “I may have done something really stupid, Carmel. Quick, it’s—”

  Shutting myself up, I realise that even though I’m now holding the phone out to her, I can still hear ringing. She’s standing stock-still with her back to me, facing the table in the centre of the room.

  “It appears you’ve starting the party early, Bethany.”

  “What do you mean? Carmel, what’s going on?”

  The phone’s still ringing. With a long, drawn out sigh, Carmel slowly turns on the spot, holding a small phone out in the palm of her hand.

  “Give me the phone, Bethany.” She states, in a firm, demanding tone.

  “I, I… I don’t understand—”

  “I’m sure you can figure it out for yourself, poppet.”

  She sneers at me, but still expertly manages to keep her expression emotionless. A perverse understanding starts to overcome me. Bile creeps up, stinging my throat, leaving a sour taste in my mouth. Reality gets thrown out of the window once more as I’m submerged back into that hole in the ground, feeling alone and vulnerable.

  This is bad. This is really fucking bad.

  Cutting off the call, she places the phone on the table behind her. Next, she takes out the handgun from her waistband and casually places it beside her, then leans back on the table.

  “No… No, it can’t be you.” I shake my head repeatedly in disbelief. “Can it?”

  “Oh, Bethany. What am I going to do with you now?”

  The atmosphere has flipped and that empty, cold feeling inside tells me, once again, that I’m in grave danger. I can’t run or try to attack her—she’s got a fucking gun for Christ’s sake. What the hell’s going on? It’s like looking at a different person all over again. The dark, twisted Cruella is back with a vengeance. In fact, this crazy bitch makes Cruella look like a fucking saint.

  “Carmel, please. What are you doing?”

  “What am I doing?” She scoffs, with an unnerving, manic look, creeping across her face. “What are you doing? You’re not supposed to touch your bloody phone, remember?” She holds out her hand, gesturing for me to pass it to her. Instead, I clutch it tighter, knowing that Jax is only a call away. My hesitation is met with the gun now being pointed directly at my head. So I hand over my phone—my lifeline. “This is all your fault, again! I forgot to turn that phone back off after using it earlier. That’s part of the damage you inflict. You have an uncanny ability to cause people around you to make sloppy errors. Just like you did with Jaxson! You caused him to take his eye off the ball, which lead him to being attacked. He could have died because of you!”

  “That wasn’t my—”

  “You’re like a rotting cancer, trying to poison his mind against everything he stands for.”

  Suddenly standing upright, she takes two strides towards me. With her right arm still outstretched, the cold metal of the gun presses firmly in the centre of my forehead. A gasp escapes me whilst my heart rate spikes beyond a pace I believed was even possible.

  “You don’t have t-t-to do this…” I crane my neck. “What do you want?”

  “It’s not what I want, it’s who I want, sweetie.”

  “Jax?” That’s what this is about? “Oh my God. You want to k-k-kill me because you want to b-be with him?”

  “Mmm…Nearly, darling. I want to ‘k-k-kill’ you because you’re a stupid, medalling inconvenience!” Tilting her head to the side, her wild stare bores into me, chilling me to the bone. “Yes, I want to be with Jax and that will happen whenever it’s the right time. I’m a very patient lady.”

  She’s speaking so matter-of-factly. It’s not even a question of ‘if’ to her, it’s ‘when’. Her beliefs are as delusional as her actions.

  “I don’t understand. He loves me, Carmel. If you hurt me, Jax will kill you.”

  I try to sound confident, even though I’m shattering inside. Carmel throws her head
back for a second, with a dramatic cackle. Then without warning, she slams the side of the gun and her knuckles hard against my cheekbone. My head’s thrown to the side. I sense the sting, but my body doesn’t register any pain. I feel utterly numb and dumbstruck.

  “You. Know. Nothing! Sit your arse down!” Carmel carelessly waves the gun around, as though it’s loaded with paint and not bullets! I precariously stumble over to the wooden table and take a seat. “Let’s be clear about this. Bethany, dear, Jaxson does not love you and you will never see him again. Ever! So get used to it.”

  Once again, the determination in her voice tells me that, as far as she is concerned, she is merely stating facts. There’s no doubt in her mind.

  I’m absolutely screwed.