Dirty Angel (The List #2)

by N. K. Love

  But I’m bored of this shitty spectator sport that I’m being forced to participate in. He seems to have the shopping under control and he’s already told me categorically that we won’t accept any money from me for the shopping. There’s no need for me to hang around so I reach over and slip my hand into his joggers pocket.

  The cashier looks at me like I’m the one being inappropriate. Jax doesn’t flinch whilst he carries on packing.

  I wish there was such thing as the Beth Effect.

  I retrieve his car key and turn to walk away but he grabs my wrist and twirls me back around. Before I know it, he’s lips are planted over mine and he’s kissing me. I’m dumbfounded.

  We’re in public, what is he doing? Not that I’m complaining. I couldn’t protest even if I tried. My mouth behaves as though kissing is talking—and it’s lush.

  The sounds of the barcode scanner bleeping beside us comes to a halt and I don’t know if it’s because she’s finished or she’s as stunned as me. Either way, I’m just pleased that she’s shut up at last.

  I’m the one that breaks away, conscious of all the eyes that must be on us. I don’t say a word. I turn away flushed, my heart is thumping. I head to the car, concentrating on keeping my jelly legs upright.

  How many sides does Jax have? He must be in dodeca-fuckin’-hedron territory by now, so why am I the one that can be so edgy around him? I can’t figure him out or just as I think I have, he surprises me.

  Shortly after, Jax pushes the trolley of bags over to the car and unloads them into the boot.

  We’re back on the road.

  Having thought of some ideal tracks to play whilst I waited, I’m eager to push past any awkwardness by continuing my little game; searching and playing parts of all sorts of tunes.

  I’ve given myself a mental shake so I don’t let myself hesitate when my palm reaches over to rest on his inner thigh. Just like when I reached inside his trouser pocket in the supermarket, Jax doesn’t react at all.

  I rub my fingers in lazy circular motions whilst my other hand controls the music. My selections started off as songs talking about ‘shall I, shan’t I?’ and ‘how wonderful a first touch can be’. Then, once I’m sure he’s got the gist, I move on to ‘having sex on the down low’ and ‘amazing sex anytime anywhere.’

  Finally I can move on to songs that are more explicit, building up to lyrics that could be considered lewd. But quite frankly right now—after that kiss—the words send my mind all over the place with Jax. I give him sneaky sideways glances trying to read his poker face.

  Jax increases the volume, which does a great job of silencing the road and cocooning us in. The drive is smooth so it’s easy to focus on the suggestive words… and Jax. He adjusts his seating position and I ride my hand higher at which point he takes hold of it and covers his growing erection. I look over at him smiling and without taking his eyes off the road he loosens his safety belt out the way and guides me inside his joggers.

  There’s nowhere to hide. We are stone cold sober. He is driving. My hand’s strapped up. There’s so many reasons for this to feel wrong and only one reason that far outweighs them all and makes it right; we both want it.

  I study his expressionless face. He remains cool and collected, as if getting a handjob whilst driving is part of his daily routine.

  Instead of swaying my trail of thought to miserable visions of him with other women, it makes me want to shock him and throw him off course. I don’t want him to behave as though what he has with me sexually isn’t something special. I don’t even know if that’s true but I can hope.

  I want to shake his controlled exterior. He is different for me and that makes it special. There’s no reason why I can’t be different for him too, or at least again I can hope.

  My competitive nature and extreme sexual need for Jax are going to bring out the naughtiness is me and I’m not going to hold back.

  I’m pleasantly surprised that he’s hard so fast and over such a simple touch. I eagerly dive beneath his briefs and stroke his generous length from root to tip. My hand still aches but there’s no way that’s going to stop me. I’m hoping the strap around my palm isn’t going to irritate him. His skin here is so smooth beneath my fingertips. I think about the feeling of my lips gliding over his erection. When I sucked him hard, licking his crown.

  I rest my head back and close my eyes, thinking that in reality I’ve been dying to touch him since I left Bella’s feeling refreshed and sexy as fuck.

  My last selection was “Feel It” by Rich Homie Quan and Lloyd. It’s been top of my ‘songs-to-have-sex-to’ mental soundtrack since the day I first heard it. The words, the rhythm, they’re perfect.

  It’s dark now and the roads are quiet but just like this song, the sexual energy is deafening. I moan whilst I stroke. I grip him tighter and he growls. I ignore the occasional shooting pain in my hand.

  There’s no need to fear rejection with Jax. After our first time together I feel like I’ve been sexually reborn. I can do what my body tells me without fear of being judged or hurt. This time, there’s no alcohol for me to hide behind.

  I put an emergency call in to Miss Seductive and pray that she arrives in time to leap over this next hurdle with me.

  Right now I want his wet mouth eating my wet pussy, unleashing his precious tongue and lips all over me again. But I can’t have that—for now anyway—so I’ll try the next best thing. If I can accomplish this sober-seduction I’ll be one confident woman.

  I open my eyes, loosen my own safety belt and stretch over, putting my fingers to his perfectly sketched lips.

  Mmm… The places on my body that these juicy lips have travelled. Jax opens his mouth and I push my fingers inside. He sucks them, wetting them. My thighs quiver at the feel of his warm tongue wrapped around me, sucking long and hard. My thong must be soaking because my pussy is practically pleading for release.

  I take my fingers out, smile at him and move straight to hitch up my skirt. Opening my legs wide, I slide my hand inside my damp thong and start a second pursuit with both of my hands now working in sync. It seems his lubrication was totally unnecessary because the act of achieving it has me unbelievably wet anyway. I’m soaking.

  I look over to Jax, my face full of desire without a hint of embarrassment. Jax sucks in his bottom lip and alternates between watching me pleasuring both of us and keeping his eyes on the thankfully quiet roads. He presses a button that reclines my chair back a little, giving him a clearer view but still allowing me free access to him. He grunts his arousal and grinds his hips into my hand, digging his fingers into the bare flesh of my thigh. Then he covers my left hand with his and feels my knuckles moving up and down as my fingers push and pull me from the inside.

  I’m lost in the cloud of loud lyrics and I whimper. I’m lost in the moment and shakily exhale.

  The car slows down so I glance around outside and see that we’re pulling up at some traffic lights but there’s not a car in sight. It’s not as though Jax would pull up alongside a van whilst I’m in such a vulnerable compromising position, I know he wouldn’t risk anybody seeing me. This is for his eyes only.

  Jax scoots his joggers down past his hips making it easier for me to pursue him. Seeing his cock in clear view makes me clench at the memory of the sensation when I swallowed him into my pussy and then afterwards into my mouth.

  I move harder and quicker, up and down Jax and in and out of me. The complete control I’ve got over us is amazing. The pain in my hand is obliterated by the addictive pleasure I’m both giving and receiving.

  “Beth, I wanna fuck you so hard right now. You have no idea.”

  His sexy, raspy voice tells me that he is caught between his need to fuck me and his frustration to get us home.

  Jax speeds off again, forcing my head back but I keep it there and close my eyes, losing myself as I enter the exquisite place inside my mind that’s reserved only for me and Jax. The music is loud but I hear his voice clearly.

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��Imagine me sucking your pussy. Imagine my dick pounding into you.”

  Jax has created a bubble of ‘us’. It drowns out the outside world as we race through it.

  I’m so wet. My juices slicken my pussy and my newly waxed sensitive skin is tingling with a raw need. I take away my fingers and replace them with his. It’s as though he’s been waiting patiently for the invitation as he drives two strong fingers inside me, hard and deep, taking my breath away.

  I can’t help but watch intently. It’s such an erotic sight that this time I don’t think twice about raising my hand to my mouth and sucking my moist fingers clean. The taste of my salty juices on my tongue just heightens my arousal and seemingly his as he watches my every move. I move my hand to my vest and caress my breast.

  It must be an awkward angle for him but it doesn’t deter him one bit. I want him to show me how it’s done although my own fingers could never compete.

  The speakers are loud but we amongst my moans we can still intermittently hear the satisfying sounds of pussy sucking his fingers.

  I arch my back and squeeze my nipple hard, to ease the strain further.

  “God B… That’s it.” He checks his mirrors quickly and swerves in to a tight left turn, screeching the wheels on the road. “Fuck waiting ‘til we’re home.”

  We usually take the next left, which is quicker to his place. You can get there this way but it’s an extra mile or so. He drives further up the unlit winding country lane and pulls harshly into a layby, still with his fingers pressing deliciously inside of me.

  “—it’s gotta be now Angel.”

  Jax holds my other hand still against his cock, obviously wanting to save his climax a while longer. I, on the other hand—or rather, his other hand—have no intention of stopping. I’m too far gone.

  He cuts the engine but the same track continues, it must be on repeat, which is giving me a great rhythm to roll my hips to, against Jax’s palm.

  I hear the click of him undoing his safety belt and then mine. He uses his other hand to pull my thigh up, grabbing my foot and resting it on the dashboard. I’m open so wide now and Jax angles himself to get the perfect view. Praise Carmen for the perfect wax considering I’m practically being scrutinised by his greedy green eyes.

  I watch the hungry look on his face, watching his hand destroy me before our very eyes. It’s like attending a masterclass in finger-fucking.

  My body only gives me a seconds notice before it suddenly blasts into a fit of spasms around him. I cry out his name and roll my head back panting. I hold Jax’s hand in place, hanging onto every last bead of pleasure.

  I’m aware that when Jax moved his hand away, my juices seep sown and trickle between my cheeks.

  Hopefully my skirt will protect his upholstery. What? Who invited Miss Sensible because Miss Fierce doesn’t give a shit about his mint interior?

  The next feeling is Jax yanking my underwear down and off then swinging my leg around towards him. A second later and his warm thirsty mouth is on me, with his hands tugging at my hips to press my pussy firmly against his talented mouth. Oh f-fuck. I’m still quivering from the last come down. With strong, long, thick strokes of his tongue he licks and sucks my lips and thighs dry. Is he worried about his upholstery too?

  Jax pulls his head back a few inches and a smile grows on his sexy face. It’s not a cheeky smirk, it’s thoughtful. Then I realise why.

  Leaning back he traces the outline of my crystal angel wings. I had them placed in line with my navel but low in the centre of my bikini line. He looks up at me, licking his glistening lips, still smiling.

  “For me?”

  I nod at him biting at the pad of my thumb shyly—yeah, my pussy juice is on his lips and I get shy over a silly gesture.

  I did choose it for him, there’s no need for me to feel coy about it. I love hearing him call me ‘Angel’. It gives me butterflies every time. He dips his head again and kisses all over the tiny crystals gently.

  “Problem is, you’re my dirty angel now.”

  “How is that a problem?”

  He moves back so that I can put my trembling leg down and then he brings us nose to nose.

  “You’re right, it’s not. My Dirty Angel. All mine.”

  I nod and let his possessive words, mixed with his actions, create a greed for more. Without warning, I dive my tongue into his mouth, wanting to taste myself from inside the mouth that says the things I need to hear. Possessiveness may be contagious.

  Mumbling in-between kisses I tell him how incredible it all of this felt. What has he unleashed from within me?

  “That was just the starter B… After the show you’ve just put on, you deserve more than one orgasm… Come on, our main course awaits.”

  The music disappears and so does Jax.

  I adjust my skirt, take off my cardigan and climb out of the car, where Jax is already waiting to pounce. He pushes me up against the car, kissing my lips and biting at my jaw, kissing my neck and biting at my shoulder. I love this. It’s like he doesn’t know what he wants to do first. His hands are travelling up and down my body with a similar indecisiveness.

  He’s whispering to me about how bad I am and how good I taste. He pulls down my vest with both hands and roughly pulls down the material of my bra, exposing both of my breasts to the cool night’s air. Telling me how he wants to strip me naked and take me on the backseat. He’s like an animal and his possessive behaviour is exciting. There’s something so naughty about being out in the open, knowing somebody might see us.

  He alternates between blessing my nipples and lips with attention. I pull him tighter into me and feel his erection hard against my tummy. I need this man inside me now.

  Worked up into a breathless stupor, I look up at the star filled sky whilst he enraptures my body, taking gulps of oxygen as though it’s in short supply.

  “God Jax, please tell me you’ve got a condom.”

  “Just Jax will suffice B.”

  I push his hips into me and then he flashes me a wicked smile and I melt with appreciation. Although actually it’s a bittersweet feeling that he’s prepared for spontaneous sex.

  Thoughtfully pulling my vest back up, he holds my hand, reaches into the glovebox, shuts the passenger door and opens the door behind me.

  “After you m’Lady.” He jokes and guides me in. I go to step up but then he grabs my hips from behind. “Hold on... Now this—” Squeezing my ass and smacking it, he pulls me back to jolt against his cock. Mmm. “—this height has potential B.”

  He is right. Being a 4x4 and at my height, it’s perfect. I reach up and press the button on the ceiling to switch off the interior light because it looks like the door’s staying open for the time being and I don’t want to put a show on for any cars that happen to drive down this way.

  Bang on cue I hear a car getting closer. We’re on the hedge side of the tarmac so we’ll only be seen if they decide to pull into the layby too, at which point I plan on diving into the backseat sharpish! The car passes by and it must’ve distracted me whilst Jax slid on the condom because he swiftly lifts my skirt up and rubs his sheathed head up and down my wetness. He rubs each cheek with care as I spread my upper body out across the backseat—even the fabric of the seats smell lush.

  Reaching around the front he expertly rubs my clit, which is still swollen and super-sensitive to his touch. I moan and arch my back up in response, poking out my bottom for more.

  Jax pushes me open wide with one hand and guides himself inside with the other.

  Ahhh, he’s back where I need him and not a moment too soon. It takes a few gentle strokes for me to absorb him fully and I feel myself stretching inside for him like elastic. He definitely slides in quicker than the first time, which may be because I’m more relaxed and not worried that it’s going to hurt.

  But then I realise that this time he is in control of setting the pace and the depth, maybe he can still hurt me.

  “Jax, not too hard, okay?”

  Lean
ing forward, he pushes up my vest and plants achingly soft kisses along my spine, whispering, “Okay Angel.”

  Mmm, this feels so good. He caresses each part of my back with his huge hands, igniting every area of my body that he touches. Then he starts working his generous length back and forth. I pull down the front of my vest again, freeing my breasts. Holding myself up on one elbow I let them rock and graze across the fabric of the seat.

  Jax builds up his pace and reaches under me gripping and feeling my breasts. His pace is slow but he goes deep every time. I know he’s holding back and I can hear that his moans are through gritted teeth, he’s restraining himself for me.

  Right then, I realise that I’m not actually worried that he’ll hurt me. I thought I was, but I’m not. I just want him to let go and be in this moment wholeheartedly, like I am.