Lost Angel (The List #1)

by N. K. Love

  I could see the swarms of chancers eyeing her up from all directions. The last thing I want right now is to see another man trying his luck with her or even managing to stake a claim on her tonight. With that thought I’m compelled to drop Craig another text.

  Soon come brother. Keep the vultures at bay.

  The more I’ve watched her the more fascinated I’ve become. Even if I disregard this weird connection I felt around her yesterday, she is still the most beautiful contradiction I’ve ever laid my eyes on. Smiling sweetly with her succulent lips, shy eyes fluttering with a sultry spark. She’s like innocent prey one minute, ready for the taking, then on the dance floor she turns into a confident predator. Something tells me she has no clue how deliriously horny she is making anybody who so much as looks in her direction.

  Craig did a decent job of discreetly making sure that all any fucker can do is look.

  I want to know more. I need to know more if I’m going to close the deal. This one isn’t like the usual parade of girls I’m accustomed to. Plus I usually try my best to avoid shitting on my own doorstep. I don’t use my job as a scouting joint for one night hook ups and try to avoid bumping into any conquests once we’re done. I’m not in the habit of making exceptions to that rule.

  Then she throws me an almighty swerve ball by suddenly sticking her tongue down Katie’s throat—a gym member with an eye for chicks. I know these lot mess around between themselves sometimes but I really didn’t see that one coming. All thoughts of banging our way through the Kama Sutra evaporated into apparent disillusion… again!

  Yesterday she was wearing a decoy wedding ring to deter unwanted attention—it worked—and now I don’t even know if she fucks pussy or dick.

  Well, it’s time to delve deeper as she swivels her stool around slowly to face me. So I’m guessing a slap isn’t on the cards then.

  Being around six foot means I’m towering over her even though she’s on this stool. I haven’t moved back, so our faces are intentionally close. Other than acknowledging she’s at the perfect height for me to slide into her right now, the first thing I’m drawn to are her lips; the sort that are just as suckable as they are fuckable. Seductively, she pulls this lollipop out from her mouth, sucking and letting her lips slide around it suggestively. It’s the action my cock would appreciate right before I plunge to the back of her throat.

  My dick, whom I seldom disagree with, is urging me to hurry to fuck up. But for now, I’ll happily ride out the discomfort my straining cock presents because I sense this girl requires a different tact. I still haven’t sussed her out, I’m not even close. I shift from one foot to the other hoping to find some extra material to loosen the grip on my groin.

  I’m close enough to smell strawberries and I’m thinking about how juicy her mouth tastes right now. Fuck, she’s a force to be reckoned with. I swear she’s wielding similar powers to that of Medusa; turning cocks rock hard from one look at those lips. Now that’s got to be a porno in the making!

  The strobes light up her face intermittently and up this close I start to make out freckles discreetly dotted over her nose and cheeks, which somehow adds to her layers of mystery. They make her look sweet and innocent but her enigmatic eyes are telling me a different story. I can see her studying me so I lean back, with my hands in my pockets, to make sure she gets a good enough view. But it doesn’t look as though she’s fazed or even interested with my cocksure appearance. Her eyes are too busy being locked into mine, which is too intense for me.

  Instead, I have no qualms in showing her how much I appreciate her body. My eyes are drawn down by the V of her top, pointing straight to her tits, which look just as suckable and fuckable as her lips do and I’m praying I get to find out if this trend reaches her pussy too. Now that would be the ultimate discovery; my triple threat. The high standards of what I would consider a triple threat, is like getting a royal flush, thrice, consecutively.

  This tempting cleavage skates perfectly on the right side of sexy, leaving enough to the imagination, making me want to earn the privilege to see more. Listen to yourself Jaxson, you pussy.

  “So you recognise me then?” Snapping my eyes back up to meet hers. Her voice isn’t as light and friendly as when she spoke to Willow at the gym. It’s a husky, erotic whisper that is best suited to telling me how she wants me to screw her seven ways ‘til Sunday. I want to pin her to the wall behind us in the darkest corner and find out how she sounds when I grind my hips against hers, when I push my cock inside her wet pussy as deep as she can take it.

  She looks nervous, as though my eyes have translated my thoughts. I should know, I’ve seen that nervous expression plenty of times before. When it comes to flirting, nice girls are usually too intimidated to come near me, which is the response I aim for. In my experience nice girls bring emotions along to get laid, which usually results in grief that I haven’t got room for in my life. The only girls ballsy enough to approach me are usually overconfident bitches with an attitude who want to try and tame a bad boy. Sometimes I give those ones a taste and they soon realise it’s a pointless mission. Trying to control me—it’ll never happen, period.

  Half of my lays are over after one bang but the other half usually earn themselves a callback if they’re worth a revisit. I get bored easily. Either that or they start getting attached and needy, resulting in me deleting their number sharpish.

  It’s all just a game anyway… Fucking may end in me coming, but it never marks the start of anything substantial. It’s always a means to an end. No value, no importance, no strings sex. Simple. Not that I’ve got anything against the women I fuck and I’m certainly not reckless. I choose wisely and they all know that I’m offering fucking not friendship. I don’t want to feel anything, it’s easier that way. Fuck and forget, that’s my motto and it’s worked for me so far.

  “How could I not?” Sucking in my bottom lip, a habit when I’m turned on, I look up and down her body again lingering on her thighs and then back to her hazel eyes. “You’re Willows friend right? I’m Jaxson—” Why the hell am I holding my hand like a prick? Well, it’s a good excuse to touch her I guess.

  She reaches out the hand without the lollipop and shakes mine, like a business woman, it’s a firm handshake. Another contradiction considering I’ve practically swallowed her dainty little hand in mine yet I can still feel its softness.

  “Yeah I am. It’s Bethany—but just call me Beth.”

  Beth goes to pull away but I hold her there for a second longer so she knows who’s in control. Don’t get it twisted.

  “Well Beth… My professional eye tells me you take your fitness very seriously.” I notice a sparkle in her eyes and her previous nerves seem to dissipate before me.

  “Does it really? And did your unprofessional eye feel it necessary to undress me first to reach that conclusion?” Something tells me she’s going to be one helluva tough nut to crack. She slides her lollipop back into her mouth and starts provocatively sucking again. My dick twitches with approval. O-okay, I wasn’t expecting those lips to be dishing out quick wit. I like feisty, it means she’s got at least a half decent brain behind that mesmerising face of hers.

  “As hard as it is Angel—” I glance down to my cock and back up again, “—I usually prefer not to give my professional, qualified opinion without personally gathering all the evidence first.” I look her up and down again smirking as she shifts in her seat, uncrossing her legs but unfortunately keeping her thighs squeezed together. Her mini skirt has ridden higher up her smooth thighs, the way I want my hands to, the way I want my mouth to. My attention is drawn back to these luscious lips as she removes the lollipop again. Hmm, the things I’d like that mouth to do.

  “That’s very thorough of you Jaxson. Looks can be deceptive in my profession too—I sell books so I’m an avid believer in not judging a book by its cover, no matter how hard and off putting it is.” Oh, she’s trying to play me. Okay, I’m all ears. I lean my ear closer to her mouth so that she doesn’t ha
ve to talk over the music. “Occasionally, you can dive in and find that your instincts didn’t fail you and the book satisfies you in more ways than you could ever imagine.” Then she crosses her legs again, rising her skirt higher, what a fucking temptress. She is playing me at my own game. Beth is the one with skin on show but I’m the one feeling uncovered. I must not be on form tonight. Get your shit together you dick!

  Is she insinuating I’m hard on the outside but soft underneath and that’s what she’d find satisfying? No, that’s too deep and so wrong anyway. She must mean sexually. So she finds me off putting but having seen how my dick is stretching my jeans she knows I’d still satisfy her in more ways than she could ever imagine. Well if she is thinking that, she’s right.

  I should be imagining how I want her to make me come. Instead, I think I’ve already wank banked at least fifteen ways I want to make her come. But that’s not altogether selfless because it’s a massive turn on just to visualise how her face would look as she comes over and over for me. I’d listen to her cries for more, screaming out my name, tasting her everywhere she lets my mouth travel. Fuck, what is it with this girl?

  Never mind reading books, I can see her trying to read my unfathomable soul. That’s a bad idea Beth. Her eyes are penetrating mine, scratching beneath the surface. It’s unsettling but it’s not going to deter me. If I want to get her in bed, why am I letting her in my head? That shit’s off limits.

  It’s time to close the deal. I put my forefinger on her knee at first to give her plenty of time to lay me off, she flinches a little and I see her catch her breath then square her shoulders as though she’s internally reprimanding herself to stay cool. I like that reaction. I very slowly start stroking higher and higher. “So, in that case Beth, if I buy a book titled ‘Girl with the Quick Witted Mouth’, is there a chance that when I spread the pages, I’ll find her full of fears and vulnerabilities? Is it all just a mask?”

  In a blink of an eye, a new emotion flickers in her eyes. It is gone before I can learn from it but it was definitely there. I’ve just reached the edge of her skirt as she gently places her warm hand over the top of mine and leans up to me. Her tits gently brush against my chest and she whispers in my ear.

  “Or—you could find the book has a really disappointing twist.”

  “I strongly doubt it Angel, I’ve studied the front and back covers and there’s no way on this earth it could disappoint me.”

  “What if you get past the introduction but after the first chapter it reveals that that quick witted mouth surprisingly prefers to eat and not suck?” She leans back on the stool with her elbows on the table behind her, smirking and innocently shrugs. It takes me a second to figure out what the hell she’s on about and it’s a fucking punch to the dick when I do. But I’m not ready to give up on this—even though she’s just blown me out the water.

  “I reckon it’d still make an enjoyable read. Anyway, if that’s the case, maybe we should compare notes.” Time to cut to the chase. “I’ve eaten more than my fair share of pussy Beth.” I observe her reaction, spotting the wind being knocked from her sails before she quickly recovers and now her expression isn’t wavering.

  “Sorry Jaxson, I don’t share my secrets.” She has a quick suck of her lollipop whilst considering her next move. “Look, I think you and I both know you’ve got the pick of the room so I’m flattered that you’ve entertained speaking to me. I’ve enjoyed—this.” She gestures the lollipop between the two of us. As suspected, she really doesn’t have a clue that she’s the only girl worth entertaining tonight.

  Ironically, I still can’t read this beautiful little bookworm. Her body’s telling me one thing but her words say something to the contrary.

  Beth leans back up to kiss my cheek. When her soft lips touch me, they linger for just a fraction of a second longer than necessary. But she’s got me second guessing myself, otherwise I’d have turned into her kiss and felt her lips on mine. Maybe I should’ve. I’ve got a feeling her mouth would provide a lot more answers in a kiss than in a conversation.

  Instead, I cover her hand with mine and guide the lollipop into my mouth. Wrapping my lips around it, I swirl my tongue around inside my mouth, tasting where her mouth has been. I let go of her hand and after a few more seconds she pulls it away slowly. Her eyes fixed on my lips, watching as I mimic her earlier action, letting my lips gradually release it. God I want to suck her pussy. Her lips are parted now.

  “Have a great night Jaxson”. Slipping the lollipop back into her mouth, tasting me, she appears unaffected and coolly spins her stool back round, propping her elbows on the table. I have to fight back the urge to stroke my fingers down her bare spine. I tell her it was nice meeting her, turn and take the walk of shame. I still find myself replaying her voice ‘Jaxson’. I loved how my name rolled off her tongue. Beth… She’s not interested Jaxson!

  Chapter Nine

  Beth

  Oh my goodness, that was freakin’ intense. A few drinks down my neck and this loose mouth of mine gets me into trouble. Is this what swooning feels like?

  Mmmm. What a moment that was, all head fucking and panty wetting. He had me outrageously aroused from the get-go simply with that voice… those words. If I’d been standing when he called me ‘Angel’, I swear my knees would’ve buckled and swooned my horny ass into his arms. It didn’t bother me that he probably calls every girl that, to save him the trouble of remembering their actual names. No, it didn’t matter because in that moment, it was just me and him.

  Nobody has ever spoken to me or even looked at me the way he just has. Although he is a complete fucking stranger, he is a stranger I would completely love to be fucking. My gladiator is all I had hoped he’d be and more, but it’s the ‘more’ that pushed me over the edge.

  I got in way out of my depth so quickly. Words flew out my mouth faster than I could filter them and he easily matched me word for word. His personality mirrors his physique; bold, sexy and totally not what I’m used to. I felt sexy just by having him in such close proximity. I eventually managed to hold his eye contact long enough for me to study beyond his amazing eyes. I felt as though he’s got so much going on in his head. His powerful aura is what intrigued me most. No wonder being in his presence made me behave so out of character. Miss Alter Ego is trying to convince me ‘Aura the Explorer’ would be a great tattoo for number eight on my list, because I’d love nothing more than to spend time in private exploring every inch of this man—inside out—getting to know all about his mysteriousness, even despite his masterful persona. If anything, that façade Wills warned me about just makes me even more curious. So many unanswered questions.

  Yes, I blame his aura… oh and alcohol! Nothing to do with the fact that I wanted to wrap my ankles around his back and have him fuck me into a stupor right there and then. Na-ah that fantasy didn’t affect me at all… not in the slightest. Honestly…

  Miss Innocent is hugging her knees, rocking in a corner somewhere and Miss Sensible has washed her hands of me for the night. Ooops.

  That feeling when he held my hand… So strong. I thought I could win the battle of words, impressing even myself with my comebacks. Props to Miss Alter Ego for being on top form, but he completely disarmed me the second he laid his finger on my knee. I swear if he had started whispering the alphabet I would’ve climaxed on the spot. I was putty in his hands but I did my utmost to hide it well.

  Fuck me, if somebody can have that effect on me with one single finger, his whole body must be capable of total annihilation. Then he used my own metaphors against me to show me exactly who’s in control, bringing me back to reality. Does he think I’m scared and vulnerable? Am I? Well I didn’t feel that way until he came along tonight. Argh! So confusing and I’m rubbish at this, I’m annoyed with myself that I panicked. He must think—okay, know—that I’m an inexperienced idiot.

  Jaxson’s parting gift was him sucking this lollipop after me and now I’m sucking the life out of it, where his tongue’s just been…<
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  Unexpectedly my skin reacts, tingling again and a sexy shiver runs down the length of my spine as I feel him close behind me. I know it’s him and it’s something more than his addictive scent. It’s as though he heard every thought and he’s come back for round two, to call bullshit on my sham lesbianism!

  I noticeably gasp as he leans further forward pushing his wall of a chest against my bare back so that his hands are planted on the table either side of my elbows. I notice old scars on his knuckles and fresh bruising, only adding to his strength and his dark side. He bends to my ear and speaks casually, so controlled and dominant, commanding my attention…

  “Beth, before I go and have my ‘pick of the room’ I wanted to suggest that if women are your thing, let’s play a little game… When you see me with another woman I want you to pretend that you… are me…. When I touch her, when I kiss her, just pretend my lips are your lips. I’ve got extremely good taste so I’m sure you’ll approve.” Did he believe me or is he trying to call my bluff? I can’t handle the intensity in his dark fuck-me voice dishing out toe-curling eargasms in every line. He’s mastered three senses, just my favourites left; touch and taste.