Dirty Angel (The List #2)

by N. K. Love

  I don’t know whether that’s because I’ve wanted him so badly or how physically attracted I am to him. Or maybe it’s because it was completely spontaneous and he made sure I was comfortable. Probably a mixture of all of those and more, including the vodka—that definitely took the edge off any nerves.

  On that note, I decide to do some damage limitation and get some water. I don’t want to ruin the after-effects of these moments with the mother of all hangovers.

  I put on Jax’s shirt but it’s fiddly doing the buttons up so only manage a couple.

  Unashamedly, I fill my lungs with the masculine sexy Jax scent on his collar. Mmm… It’s such a unique smell. One that will stay with me forever, whatever happens. Then, in years to come, I’ll smell something that will remind me of him and it’ll transport me straight back to these crazy, wonderful memories. No matter what.

  I spot remnants of my thong on the floor and retrieve the flimsy torn material. As pitiful as it appears now, it’s damn near worthy of framing but I banish thoughts of keeping them as a kinky memento. I’ll take them with me to discard of downstairs, along with the condom.

  I skip down the hall with a new burst of energy in my step, even though I felt exhausted just a minute ago. My back is aching but not badly. Whereas my pussy is deliciously sore and swollen. Unsurprising really considering it’s just received a pounding of a lifetime.

  Jax has just reached where no man—or BOB—has ever gone before. I laugh out loud at how dramatic that sounds. Miss Alter Ego is doing her happy dance, pleased with her performance once I’d given her free rein to play!

  Parts of the last few hours pop in and out of my head, my smile growing bigger with each flashback. I throw my hand over my mouth to stifle my childish giggles when I recall the different things we said to each other. They seem so naughty now but yet so revealing.

  After deactivating the alarm I head through to the kitchen. Throwing away my underwear and the condom, I go to the sink to wash my hands and splash some water on my flushed cheeks. Once I have filled up two glasses with iced water, I walk over to the glass bi-folding doors, placing the cold glasses down on the side next to me.

  I open the blinds and gaze out at the enormous moon. It’s hanging like natures luminous bulb, surrounded by delicate twinkling stars. It’s still dark outside but I’m invincible now. I am able to appreciate the night for the beauty it brings rather than allowing it to consume and scare me, making me run and hide. Plus the knowledge that my almighty protective force field is a scream away is also comforting.

  Idly I compare these feelings and consider how I’d done exactly the same with Jax; letting my imagination rule me. Thinking of the worst case scenarios and allowing them to mask the possibilities of actually experiencing something truly mind blowing with him. Until now…

  How did I ever doubt that he’d do anything but look after me?

  On cue, I feel the strong arms of this incredible man wrap around my waist. Neither the night nor Jax’s capabilities scare me now. Instead, I can enjoy the wonderment that each of them creates.

  Jax puts his chin on my shoulder and joins me in admiring the night’s sky. We sip our water in comfortable silence, letting the pureness of this moment be our conversation.

  I recall his words; “No strings though Beth. Agreed?”

  5:48am

  Mmm… I rouse from a serene sleep, feeling well rested even though when I check the clock I realise it’s only been just over an hour. There’s no signs of a hangover yet. Well, that’s unless there’s such thing as a hangover from being fuck-drunk?

  If there isn’t—there is now! But the hangover you get with that isn’t a sore head, it’s a sore pussy. It doesn’t require painkiller because it’s a lush feeling. I want a reminder of where he’s been—I certainly don’t need one, but I like it all the same.

  I made sure to ask him how on earth he knew that G was for ‘gladiator’. Me and my big drunken mouth. He must’ve taken pity on me though because he also revealed that B has always stood for ‘beautiful’ but I guess I’ll have to take his word for that. I’d always assumed it was breast or bottom related.

  Once we’d rehydrated, we came back to bed and fell to sleep. Lying in his arms felt easy. So this, combined with the alcohol and orgasms soon had me dosing off to sleep. Meaning that I haven’t even had the opportunity to do the girly thing of thoroughly replaying our impromptu bedroom antics.

  The micro-managing, overthinking, analysing freak inside of me wants to remember and dissect every iota of detail and embed it into my memory forever. What a night. Jax most certainly has a remarkable aptitude for anything sexual; kissing, touching, licking, sucking, stroking, pleasuring, rubbing, tugging, biting, thrusting… There’s no discrimination.

  What springs to mind is that up until last night, everything physical we’d done had all been manufactured. I know that is what gave me the confidence to do those things in the first place, hiding behind the games; the lap dance, the massage, dancing at Keepers, our first kiss at Keepers… I was only able to do the sexting because I had a keypad to hide behind and even then I couldn’t bring myself to reply.

  But last night was 100% bona fide reality and I fucking did it! The effect this man has on me goes beyond my wildest fantasises. It’s the complete opposite to how I expected to feel. I don’t regret stalling because I know I did it for the right reasons. I genuinely believed that I would crumble under the touch of somebody I felt so overwhelmed by and I didn’t want to risk the emotional torment that came with that.

  I can forget about all of that now because now I know that Jax was my key. He has unlocked the parts of me that ached for freedom and the results were mind-blowing. The only way is up—pun completely intended.

  I’m on the left side of his bed again facing away from Jax who is lying on his back with his left arm beneath my neck. Our fingers are still plaited together; I stroke each of his with my thumb. I study his immaculate nails, his thick fingers, their smooth underside and the rough patches across his knuckles.

  They’re littered with lots of marks and scars. Being beautifully bi-racial seems to pronounce even the smallest of scars but some of these do look deep. They’re surely from fighting or going bare fist on punch bags perhaps. Either way, these strong hands… these fingers… They’re capable of serious handiwork. He puts a whole new spin on the word ‘handmade’ because it feels as though these hands were absolutely made for my body.

  The way he caressed my skin, my face, my thighs, my breasts. Tugging and teasing my nipples; sending delirious twinges of pleasure to forsaken places. How these fingers filled me and pushed all the lost buttons inside… And his mouth… fuck… his magical mouth. Those perfectly sketched lips, talented tongue and biting pearly whites. Dishing out an onslaught that obliterated any self-made wall of supposed protection. He had me exposed and spent in minutes and happily so.

  I’ve never received oral sex like what happened last night. I swear this man deserves some sort of public recognition for his contribution to the world of orgasms. Maybe a title of some sort; ‘Ruler of the Big O’. Brilliant! That should totally be a thing, or maybe just in my world.

  Okay, obviously I’m still caught up in the moment and that sounds way over the top but fuck me he is a genital genius. Which leads nicely to his very own gifted genitalia! Sheesh… As a Ruler of the Big O, I guess it’s tradition for him to carry a magnificent sceptre and that he does…

  No wonder this man is so sexually active; it must take some doing to keep him consistently satisfied. Wills talks about show-ers and grow-ers, girth and length but Jax is blessed in all categories.

  After experiencing those mind blowing multiple orgasms, I wanted nothing more than for him to fill the contracting space within me—even though I genuinely wondered whether it was possible. My pussy has never received so much attention and I felt hollow, empty, without him inside me. But I swear from the second I laid my rookie eyes on his erection my initial thought was that there’s no way
he’s going to fit. He is ten times the size of Mike… Okay, okay, not quite.

  The money shot for me was watching as he sucked my self-lubricated fingers. That sparked something within me, the thought that I was responsible for that carnal look of desire on his face as he tasted me, it was sexy as fuck.

  Becoming acquainted, I loved the feel of the silky smooth layer of skin covering his rock hard erection. I craved to take him in my mouth. I wanted to wrap my lips around him, suck hard and taste him so intimately… just like how he’d tasted me. But I didn’t feel ready. No, if I get the opportunity for that in the future, I want to be focused, in full control and take my time to pleasure him as best I can. I didn’t have either focus or time last night so I improvised to get a taster.

  Wills and I had spoken before about putting a condom on with your mouth and I’m handy with a johnny as Mendacious Mike always handed them over to me; obviously because he’s no good with his pathetic pen pushing hands. This move gave me chance to measure up the depth of my throat for any future Jax encounters, a concern I’ve never had the privilege to consider!

  I didn’t go as far as I could’ve but gauged enough to know I can do it literally at a push if I put some work in… Maybe that’s why it’s called a ‘blowjob’, although God knows what the blow is for. Perhaps something to do with the man hoping to blow his load!

  Well, then came the sex. Mmm… ohmyGod, the sex. His gorgeous face looking up at me, the spine-tingling adjustments inside of me. I wholeheartedly trusted him not to hurt me.

  When I sank down and gradually swallowed him from tip to root, I was so grateful for how he’d prepared my body to take all of him in. I felt the delicious fullness, reaching deep, discovering and exploring. Simultaneously climaxing, authentic and raw. I doubt anybody’s faked it with him… It was just ‘Wow!’

  I recall an apt saying from my uni days; ‘fake it ‘til you make it’. It suits this scenario perfectly because last night, I finally made it… Over and over and over again.

  Past sex, was more like a cold buffet at a shitty party. This however, had me feeling like I’d just been spa pampered then seated for a Michelin-starred meal—worlds apart. He made me want to let go to show him what he was doing to me, exactly what I wanted; what I needed. I rejoiced in seeing how he reacted to my body, my touch, my voice…

  After all that, my G deserves my V plates not Mendacious Mike. In fact, I think there should be two types of virginity; 1) Your standard virginity – the first time you have basic penetrative sex and then 2) Your jubilation virginity – the first time you have life changing, soul consuming, all in, full shebang, my-life-will-never-be-the-same-again sex.

  It’s surely only fair? Why should Mendacious Mike and all the other motherfuckers of the world undeservedly snatch away V plates for trophies day in day out?

  It totally makes sense that when us unsuspecting-now-non-virgins actually experience what I did earlier, there should be a name for that; ‘I lost my jubi last night’, ‘Jax took my jubi’, ‘I got jubi-fuckin-lated’. My gladiator; the jubilator! I fucking love it!

  God, I think I must still be high off orgasms.

  I turn over with a contented sigh, taking his hand with me and snuggle into his warm bare chest. Ahh this chest, so strong. He has black patterned tattoos here and down the side of his ribs, they match some of ones on his sleeves but those have some colour. He has a few coarse black hairs peppered across his pecs. I trace the devilish looking red scratch marks left by my nails. I don’t even remember when that happened, but mentally high-five Miss Fierce anyway.

  Jax always wears a silver rope chain around his neck. It’s beautiful but masculine. It’s not big and bulky but it’s weightier than it looks. At one point he was biting down on it when I was straddling him so that’s all I’ll associate that chain with now.

  I’m wearing nothing but his blue shirt and he is just in briefs. I slide my left leg up to rest over the tops of his muscular thighs, which are silky smooth on the inside with a sprinkling of hair on the outside. Closing my eyes, I begin to drift back to sleep but my movements must’ve disturbed him.

  “Mmm. Good morning,” he yawns, stretching out his right arm and then his legs. He tilts his hips forward causing my thigh to ride up and brush against his morning glory. I look up at him raising an eyebrow. “Looks like you’ve woken us both up B.”

  “Sorry G… How could I possibly make it up to you?” I kiss his chest then move up to his shoulder, rubbing my thigh up and down suggestively.

  Jax lets out a rumble of a laugh and I feel his slabbed abs tense against my knee. Only now I think of the thrusting power those abs must be packing.

  “What have I unleashed?” He presses two fingers across my neck to feel my pulse. "You survived then huh?”

  “Survived what?”

  “Your sexual suicide.”

  “Oh that. Well, maybe not because what I felt was heavenly and I certainly feel like my body’s been reborn again. Perhaps I’ve been sexually reincarnated?” I squeeze my thigh down on his crotch and push up against him.

  “Really, that dramatic huh?” He is mocking me and I laugh even though there’s truth in my words somewhere. “Unless…”

  “Unless what?”

  “Unless this was all a cunning ploy to get me into bed and take advantage of me. How could you Bethany? If that is even your real name!”

  “Now who’s being dramatic?” He’s laughing and I bite down on his shoulder as punishment for his teasing.

  “Ouch.” I suck and let go. “What have you done with my little innocent friend-that-flirts?”

  “Oh, I’m sure she’s still here, somewhere outside of this crazy bubble. I guess it just depends when we decide to pop it…” That’s my leading line to encourage him to talk about where he thinks we should go from here…

  Instead, Jax glances up at the clock on the wall and then pulls my chin up with his right hand and gives me a lingering lips-only kiss.

  “Come on, get up.”

  Okay, nice swerve Jax. Looks like he doesn’t want to talk about us. By the look on his face he’s not kicking me out though so I watch him with curiosity.

  Jax slaps my thigh as he gets up, puts on a thick navy blue hoody from his wardrobe and zips it up as I prop myself up on my elbows to admire the show. He looks back over to the bed and smiles when he realises I’m too busy ogling him to move. He throws a hoody over my head. I giggle and repeat his actions. The hoody is the same as his but in grey. It obviously drowns me. I look like a little girl wearing her much bigger brother’s hand-me-downs.

  Jax opens his gorgeous extra-long puddle curtains and unlocks the double doors. I spot a packet of mints on the bedside table so help myself to a couple, popping one in each of our dry mouths.

  Jax pulls the duvet off the bed and nods over to a fleece blanket on the chair in the corner of the room. I grab the blanket, still puzzled about what’s going on. I follow him out onto the balcony. It’s lovely up here but breezy and I’m thinking that this isn’t one of his better plans.

  There’s a comfy lounger that he covers with the fleecy thick black blanket and lies down. He gestures for me to join him and manoeuvres me in-between his tree trunk thighs, facing away from him.

  The luxurious lounger is generously padded, sturdy and wide. He reaches down and pulls the duvet up over us. Our body heat soon intermingles and the duvet insulates us perfectly. Okay, so maybe it is one of his better plans.

  All that’s exposed are our hooded faces as we gaze up into the dark sky. I lean my head back onto his shoulder and it feels so peaceful. We’re draped under the cover of the world’s starry sky, cocooned by this duvet and I’m wrapped in Jax’s protective embrace. I feel untouchable.

  We hold hands and share this blissful harmony until I lose track of time.

  The atmosphere starts to transform as we bear witness to the most wonderful sunrise. It’s awe-inspiring. I want to quickly press pause and wake up the world to show them what they’re missing out
on.

  The manifestation of night to day, from friends to… more.

  He must’ve lain here and experienced this many times before. A few minutes later, in silence, we watch as light casts across the land sharing once again the beautiful vibrant colours of life. All I can think is that this is an awesome moment, one that I’ll never forget… I close my eyes and breathe in the world. Last night followed by this… I feel completely and utterly content for the first time in forever.

  Another few minutes later and I’m snapped out of my reverie by the disruption of Jax’s glorious erection pressing against my back. A naughty smile dons my face as I wonder if perhaps it’s been there all along and I’ve been too preoccupied to notice. He doesn’t make a move though. Well, he can’t distract me with the sunrise now. It’s still chilly but I don’t care. After having recalled what his wonderful mouth did to me, I want to return some of that stimulation. We have the time and I’m in a more focused state to concentrate now. No excuses, just one need.