Dirty Angel (The List #2)

by N. K. Love

  Secretly a part of me is thinking that now the sun’s up, it feels properly like the morning after the night before… So if this is going to be a one night only thing, I want to make the most of having Jax all to myself before this ends.

  I push his knees further apart either side of me so that his feet fall to the floor. I know they’ll be cold but I’m sure he won’t mind soon enough. I spin 180 degrees and flash him a devious smile, catching him off guard because he looks hesitant.

  Jax was quick to stop me from being too polite last night so I’ll be damned if I’m asking for permission now. No politeness. This time without a layer of rubber between us, I want to feel him inside my mouth. I slide down quickly straddling the lounger with my feet beside his on the floor. Jax holds up the duvet as I pull at his waistband.

  “B?” He tries to get my attention, but I don’t want a conversation. “B?”

  I ignore him and I pull down the front of his briefs, springing him wildly free. It doesn’t look like his sexy fucking sceptre wants a conversation either. It’s two… no three… against one.

  Miss Seductive is rallying Miss Fierce for a double act operation. Miss Fierce is busy doing warm up exercises with her jaw. I’ve every faith in them. I pull the sides of his waistband and this time he lifts himself up so I can drag each side down. I suppress the urge to smugly say ‘Good boy’.

  Here he is, in all his glory, this man is so well-endowed, it stirs a hunger within me. I pull his briefs the rest of the way down and he helps me negotiate them all the way off. I push his legs apart again.

  I can still move the fingers of my strapped hand pretty freely so I reach beneath and massage his balls.

  I stroke his cock with a tight fisted grip, rolling and twisting each time. He vocalises his appreciation in such a sexy tone coming from the pit of his stomach. The way he responds to me and the way I feel for him is a strong combination, which seemingly gives Miss Alter Ego carte blanche.

  I lick his wet salty tip and swivel my tongue around his head. Jax inhales through gritted teeth and utters my name. As much as I’m eager to taste him all now, I need to take my time.

  Using the flat of my tongue to explore, I lubricate his lavish length. With my hand at his base, I exhale and remind myself to relax my throat then guide him within my overly stretched lips. Straight down, I take him partway and retreat a few times. I take him further, more and more until he starts to reach the back of my throat. Enticed further by his moans of encouragement, I pull away, drawing my tongue along his underside. I lick and suck his head and work some of my own premeditated skills, dancing and spiralling my tongue and lips around his impressive girth. Being able to fully let go, hearing what it’s doing to him, feeling his firm erection twitch and harden—it’s truly liberating.

  Jax holds the duvet up with one hand and has one hand on my head following my movements in sync, pushing but not possessing. I hear his welcome grunts go from distant to near as he must alternate from lying his head back to looking down at me. The fact that he’s watching me makes my clit tingle. My insides tighten as I think about how his face hovered over my thighs, watching me up close as he finger fucked me to orgasm just a few hours ago.

  Spurring me on, he thrusts his hips but doesn’t take over control. I don’t know whether that’s intentional but it’s what I need. I want to own this act and make it mine. This is about me proving to myself that it wasn’t a one off, that I can be this newer version of myself where what I think and what I do don’t have to be so different. If I want to suck cock, I will.

  I have needs and desires that I no longer need to suppress, at least not with this man. I may be inexperienced but it goes to show that if you commit to the moment and listen to your body, the results are wonderful.

  With growing confidence I roll my eyes up and meet his fiery gaze. I suck and lick him whilst still rubbing and squeezing his balls. He throws back the duvet, unzips his hoody and pulls it apart.

  Ah, what a sight! His body. It’s perfect to me. He returns his hand to my head and pulls back my hood. Taking hold of the ponytail he made, he wraps it around his fist tightly. He tugs and I moan, sending vibrations across my lips and around his girth.

  “Unzip.” He orders.

  Unzipping my hoody, one handed I undo the few buttons on his shirt to free my bare chest but I don’t move my mouth away, never wanting to break contact or waste a second of this intimacy.

  Jax reaches down greedily to grip my full breasts hard. He lets out a low growl and rolls my nipples, pinching them in turn.

  I rake in his body and gaze back up as his face just as he unwittingly gives me my favourite look by sucking in his bottom lip all the way and biting down to reveal his top row of immaculate teeth. Seeing that and knowing how much I’m turning him on drives me to finish him off with the same confidence he did with me.

  I break eye contact and swiftly plunge my mouth back down until he returns to his last deepest position, but this time I go for the deepest throat, taking him in more, moaning in raw pleasure. Pressing against the soft tissue at the back of my throat and beyond. I love this feeling of fullness, feeling and hearing what it does to him.

  This full length was inside me a few hours ago and the memory of that fullness flips my core. I want him again and again. I want him to make me come all the ways he said he’d imagined.

  I was worried about handling him but the craving and determination to fill my mouth to the hilt, giving him the deepest sensation possible, pushes past any instincts to retract. It must be hitting the right spots for him as he tightens his grip on my hair more, tugging and moaning as he thrusts. I still have room to gently rub my fingers around his base and work the bare length from my lips to his balls.

  In-between cursing I hear ‘B’ every so often. I reach up with my left hand to feel his wonderfully toned torso and drag my nails down his abs. Panting occasionally gives me chance to moan properly and demonstrate how intense this moment is for me too.

  I move my left hand back down; pushing down and stroking up his love line underneath whilst rubbing his balls. I selfishly and possessively want to ruin him for any future women. I want him to empty them inside my mouth. I’ve never swallowed before, being told it was off-putting and slutty but I want nothing more than to swallow every last drop that Jax has to give me.

  “Jax, I love you in my mouth… Every inch… Every second.” Stimulating his full length and taking him deeply once again.

  “B, you’re an enigma…” Upon hearing his words, I moan, vibrating my lips against his skin again. “S-so good…” Picking up a hypnotic rhythm together with his controlled thrusts drilling in and out of my mouth. “Mmm… so fucking good B…”

  He starts signalling that he’s nearly ready. I rock my mouth up and down the deepest half of his cock. Then he goes to pull my head away gently but I stay firm in protest continuing my mission. After another attempt he accepts, his impending eruption runs out of time, flooding my mouth with his warm salty ejaculate. It’s exactly how I’d imagined it’d feel. Gushing to the back of my throat, silky and warm.

  The amount is surprising but I swallow quickly and suck again when rewarded with more. Loving the feeling of his come lacing my throat as I swallow and lick him clean.

  It’s true. He does bring out the dirty in me and that’s exactly what I’ve needed. I was never destined to be the wholesome innocent wife that was expected of me. How can a clean girl love feeling this dirty?

  “Fuck, Beth…” His voice is raspy. “You’re fucking killing me Angel!”

  It’s such an erotic turn on; seeing and hearing how much I turn him on. It’s something I’ve never had before and it’s so wonderfully empowering.

  Jax brings my whole body up with elegant ease, keeping me on his left side. He grabs my jaw and roughly crashes our mouth together. I must look like I’ve been dragged threw a hedge backwards, especially under the unforgiving rays of the young sunrise.

  Right now, I don’t give a shit. Nevertheless
, Jax raids my well used but diligent mouth with his in a hurried passion. Squeezing his grip firmer with his compulsion to possess me, he explores my entire mouth as if to show gratitude to every part of it. This one kiss demonstrates more raw emotion and lust than any singular moment experienced in my entire marriage. No exaggeration! I was happily married yet oblivious to what my life was lacking.

  This is what it feels like to be truly wanted. Last night, Jax showed me how it feels to be ravished by salacious acts of pure lust. That feeling alone is like gold dust to me. They say you don’t know what you’ve got until it’s gone, but for me, it was a case whereby I didn’t know I missed what I didn’t know exists.

  On that last thought, as we slow down our kiss, a light bulb moment dawns. I realise that it’s not Jax and I that are sexual polar opposites, it’s Jax and Mike, which is exactly why this between us works and feels so incredibly right. Since coming in his bedroom—literally—I’ve experienced the freedom to be me without worrying about somebody casting aspersions. It feels like a wonderful epiphany that only I’m privy to but I want to tell Jax.

  Jax pulls away leaving us both breathless. He clamps down on my chin with his teeth and plants small bites up and down my jawline. Letting go, he rests his forehead on my cheek. “Fuck B, what are you doing to me…?”

  Jax

  This girl is fucking unpredictably hot in so many ways. Whether she’s looking up at me sucking my cock or standing in my kitchen, stargazing in nothing but my shirt. She is unquestionably fuckable 24/7. A dangerous concoction whilst she’s staying with me.

  When we came to bed earlier she started telling that over the years of monogamy monotony, she’d gotten enough practice to work out what she liked to do best. It sounds like he was a selfish boring motherfucker in bed. No wonder she is an undiscovered modest little gem.

  Watching the sunrise was corny as hell but I may not have this opportunity again and the urge to share it with her just felt right; my spot on the balcony, soaking up what nature has to offer.

  Then Little Miss Impulsive here decides to turn over and proceed to give me the kind of head a man only wanks about. So many girls have tried to give me some half-hearted bullshit head and then expected me to put in some time on them. But not her, this was unadulterated selflessness.

  Beth’s young, free and single. She’s going to be making men’s wet dreams come true and that thought only makes my stomach churn.

  Beth hands me my briefs and whilst I put them on she zips up our hoody’s. She curls up on my lap where she fits perfectly with my arms wrapped around her. I cover us with the duvet whilst she sleepily explains that she thinks it’s me and her ex that are worlds apart, which makes more sense of her initial trepidation. I ask if I still intimidate her and she shakes her head shyly.

  I’m just grateful she trusted me enough to make me the lucky recipient of her sexual epiphany. Didn’t I tell her that I was what she needed in order to do that? I love being right about this and I’ll enjoy reminding her all about it too but for now we drift off to sleep on the balcony, to the tranquil sounds of birds singing.

  Now that corny shit had nothing to do with me, I didn’t plan that, those birds just started harping on their own accord.

  Until now I’ve managed to ignore the occasional voice in my head telling me I’m playing with fire. This feels too good to deny us. Besides, Beth needed this too and I’ve never allowed myself to fall out of line before. So I persuade myself that just this once won’t hurt, she’s harmless. But being harmless makes her all the more harmful Jaxson.

  An hour or so later I wake up and carry her back to bed.

  11:16am

  I wake to the feeling of Beth’s damp hair on my hand but she’s fast asleep. It looks as though she’s been for a shower and snuck back into bed. I must’ve reached out for her in my sleep because I’m stretched in a strange position with my hand holding her head. I don’t usually move around in my sleep and I certainly don’t sleep deep enough that somebody can enter my room undetected.

  This unsettles me. I somehow manage to disregard my instinct to peel off her pink silk short-ass nightdress and remind myself of how good she tastes… Instead, I consider scooping her up whilst she sleeps and putting her back into her bed so I can regain my composure.

  My head anticipates the major head fuck looming nearby. Fuck and forget, don’t fuck and regret, no strings, she agreed, you agreed.

  Never mind strings, it feels more like a fucking web that my head’s tangled in and it’s not her that’s woven it—it’s me! This is what happens when I step out of my regime and break the boundaries I put there for good fucking reason.

  All Beth wants is experience and confidence, it’s her time to play the field, have some fun, she told me that herself. As much as my dick aches to sink inside her again. The only way that’ll happen is if we both agree that we can carry this on knowing there’s ultimately going to be an expiry date.

  Trouble is, I already don’t like the thought of other men taking advantage of her. My Little Miss Contradiction is sexy and smart but she’s also sweet and naive. Now I’ve got visions of other men kissing her, touching her, fucking her. That’s what’s fucking with my head now and pushing me outside my own boundaries…

  Ironically when I invited her to my room, it was so that I could show her how ‘fucking’ can be simple. That feels like it’s backfiring on me now. I didn’t expect this, which is a moot point considering I should know by now to expect the unexpected where Beth is concerned.

  If we decide to permanently upgrade from friends-that-flirt to friends-that-fuck… on a regular basis… could I deal with that?

  Isn’t fucking your forte Jax? Of course I could. So as long as she can too, there isn’t going to be a problem.

  Fuck this shit. I need to get out of here.

  Chapter Eleven

  12:33pm

  Beth

  That was another few hours of much needed sleep. I’m spread out across the bed and the silky fabric of my night slip feels lush against Jax’s sheets. He isn’t here and I can’t hear the shower. I tiptoe downstairs and see him sleeping on the sofa. I go back to his room, make the bed and quickly tidy up whilst letting more filthy flashbacks entertain me.

  Returning to the guest room, I get changed into some blue worn skinny jeans, white tight vest, an avocado cashmere cardigan and white dolly pumps. The good thing is I fastened my bra myself, my grip has improved – Jax will probably take credit for that when I show him. I comb my hair out but it’s still damp so I leave it loose to dry.

  Whilst getting dressed I rack my brain for reasons why he’d leave his bed, with me in it, to sleep on the sofa. But the answer I’m avoiding is obvious; he doesn’t do closeness and he’s freaked out.

  Out of the blue I’m stopping at his house and then sleeping in his bed after some crazy spontaneous night of sex. I get it. Doesn’t he understand that I’m a little freaked out too?

  Last night obliterated all reservations I had before, so I couldn’t be happier right now. I won’t let myself ruin this situation by thinking about the shitty stuff, like the fact that once I go back to Wills’, Jax and I will no doubt return to our lives. I just hope we can at least find a way to remain physically involved without pushing his commitment issues.

  Jax has been so generous, in every way possible, when we haven’t even known each other that long. There isn’t any confusion from my side because he has made it clear from the first sentence he ever whispered to me in the club that he likes to fuck around. It was totally my decision to accept his invite last night and I certainly don’t regret it—far from it.

  No, I’m not going to let myself overthink and poison this situation. It is what it is. Now I just need to make sure Jax realises that I’m a big girl; not some swooning teenager or bunny boiler. Okay, okay so I did have one last sniff of his pillow before I left his bedroom… And I may or may not have kept his blue shirt in my room rather than putting it in the laundry when I had a shower this
morning… So what, right? I returned the blowjob hoody.

  I make my way downstairs.

  Beth, think breezy … Think casual… I am so cool with this, I’ve got this.

  Mmm. I look at him lying there asleep. I swear his body has made a Bethany-shaped mould for me to just slip on top of him and snuggle in… Nooo that’s not breezy Beth, that’s swooning. Shit.

  I drag my over imaginative eyes away and go to make us both a hot drink.

  By the time I return he still hasn’t budged so I set his coffee on the table and take a seat in the comfy armchair beside the sofa.

  All I hear is the serene sound of his breathing. Understandably, after recent events, I’m inspired to write a poem so start tapping my thoughts into my phone. Although I prefer to scribble ideas down, my hand still aches, especially at the base of my forefinger, so it’s uncomfortable to write. Rubbing dick and balls is painless though.