Dirty Angel (The List #2)

by N. K. Love

  I’m alternating between the television and one of my health and wellness books. Ironically, I’ve reached a chapter about spiritual health and considering how my change in environment and company can impact my state of being. It’s giving me plenty to reflect on.

  Jax has just given me a quick back rub. I can still feel the improvement since the first massage despite my little setback.

  He also massaged my hand and arm again like the doctor recommended, to help with the swelling and movement. There was a moment of weirdness when we happened to look up at each other at the same time. It was like something out of a poorly acted play where they’re about to lean in for a kiss.

  One minute we were talking about my bruises, the next I wanted to pounce on him. Jax quickly finished up the rest of the massage and scooted back over to his side of the sofa and I escaped to the kitchen for a glass of water.

  Having an idea to lighten the mood again, as I walk back to the sofa I get my phone out and scroll to the app. I humbly mark off four more on my list; Blowjob, Cunnilingus, Sex in a car and Multiple orgasm. I proudly pass my phone to Jax for his perusal.

  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

  “Impressive stuff eh? Four in twenty four hours, you certainly are an over achiever G.” I nudge his shin with my foot as we’re sitting mirroring each other with our backs against the sides of the sofa.

  “I’ve always been a grade A student actually… Let me see this…” He scrolls up and down the list smiling.

  “I take pride in my work B, you should know that… Strictly speaking, I should own number 2 as well. There’s no way you’ve got a better memory with that idiot that didn’t even make you—”

  “Yes, yes,” I interject, “agreed – I concur. What difference does it make to you anyway G? You now own like… seven of the ten; the kiss a girl, strip show and hitting somebody don’t really apply anyway... In fact, according to your take on our ‘friendship’ we should be playing the field. I’m not being a very good player if I’m not giving other men a chance. You know, before I start to lose this newfound confidence—”

  As much as I don’t want to mean it, it is true I suppose so I should consider the idea. Jax’s face turns serious.

  “Alright B, if you wanna chat about girly shit, call Wills.”

  He flings my phone on the sofa beside me. And just like that, for the first time today, the dark-sided Jax is back.

  But his closed off façade no longer intimidates me. Not since we’ve been so intimate and I’ve seen his softer side, it’s undeniable, no matter how convincing he is to others.

  I dismiss his sulk with a shake of the head and return to my book. I can’t concentrate though, so shortly after I say goodnight and go upstairs.

  Whilst taking a shower, I run warm water between my legs for a while to ease my soreness. I notice some small lovebites – or is that fuckbites? – on my ribcage and one on my chest. It looks kind of hot. I’ve never had them before. Well Mr Grumpy Pants downstairs can expect me to return the favour sometime.

  I put on a nightie and lie on top of the bed, deciding to vent by way of poetry, using my phone to make notes, until it’s disrupted with a text message.

  I’m going out. Shall I lock up & set the alarm B? x

  At this time? There’s surely only one reason to be going out at this time and it makes me sick to my stomach. It must be a girl. I thought he’d be all sexed out, I know I am. I guess this is what I’ve signed up for. He isn’t my boyfriend. Breezy Beth…

  Yes. C u in the morning G x

  Shortly after he goes out I climb beneath my bed covers where I let my thoughts slip back into Jax’s bedroom, his balcony, his car. The amazing orgasms his fingers, his mouth and his cock have given me—or even in the beginning, when it was purely his words whilst we were sexting.

  These are like my secret little priceless memories for me to replay on a whim… I’m turned on just imagining his naked body—all of his curves and hard edges. It’d be a shame to let all of this sexual energy go to waste so I decide to act on impulse. I fancy another bite off my Fuck It List menu.

  Hey G, wud u mind if I went in2 ur room 2 watch a DVD please? x

  It’s been about an hour since he left so he may not be able to pick up, which pisses me off—irrational, but true. I’m surprised when his response is immediate.

  What kind of DVD? x

  I think u already know… x

  R u tryin 2 get me home earlier than planned? Help urself & enjoy x

  Thanks. Oh & take ur time G x

  Really I wanted to say ‘Just come home and we’ll watch it together’ but that would be stepping outside of our no strings rule wouldn’t it?

  Instead, I just block it all out and get on with my plan. Just then another text comes in, which I assume is from Jax but it’s Katie, the girl I kissed in Tricks.

  Hey stranger, sorry it’s late. I know Wills is away but ur more than welcome 2 meet us lot at the party 2moro – well tonight (!) It’ll b a good nite 4 sure. I can get my taxi 2 pick u up on route. Let me know babe. Katie :)

  I’ve neglected the gym for a while, having all the equipment and eye candy I need right here. So I didn’t have a clue that the party had been arranged and Jax hasn’t mentioned it. It’d be a good excuse to get dressed up and put my sexed up confidence to the test. I’m sure there’ll be plenty of the musclemen from 24/7 in attendance.

  I collected a couple of my new outfits today and it’d be nice to see Katie and the others. Jax, as manager, is obviously going, so why hasn’t he told me?

  Maybe he doesn’t want me tagging along, which I understand. He’s probably sick of the sight of me, plus we’d both be cockblocking each other if we rocked up together. Not to mention the raised eyebrows we could do without.

  No, if I go, I’ll get my own taxi. I text her back asking for the details but letting her know I’ll make my own way if I do go.

  Now, where was I? Ah yes… I grab my brand spanking new vibrator, grateful for the horny foresight to pick it up from Wills today, and off I go. Time to break this bad boy in. I tread down the hallway to my sexual safe haven, Jax’s bedroom.

  A pirate porno, an hour and an orgasm later, I get to strike number 20 from the list; Watch a porno alone. That was—an interesting experience. At one point I did wonder if Mr Gadget had his room kitted out with cameras like outside. Nah… Jeez, unbeknownst to me I could have just filmed a little sex tape. I could conquer number 25 then too.

  Is it wrong that the entire time, my luminous pink vibrator was actually milk chocolate and belonged to Jax? It was only because I was in his room and I could smell him… and picture us.

  I straighten out the bed covers and go back to the guest room where I fall to sleep easily, only waking when I hear the security alarm beeping. Jax is home.

  2:41am

  Y aren’t u still in my bed? x

  Thanks for the room & DVD hire. Gudnite x

  No need 2 thank me. It was worth it just so I can lie down now & imagine w
at uv been up 2 lyin here by urself! x

  Don’t worry, I had a helping hand ;)

  Careful B, I may have 2 call u up & fulfil 11 x

  11 what? My number 11 – Phone sex… What the…?

  How did u know that?

  Copy, paste & delete x

  So he’s copied my list into a message, texted his phone with it and then deleted it from the thread. He did that quickly, he only had my phone for a minute or two! That’s sneaky and cheeky!

  Careful G, I may have to come & fulfil number 18!

  Sorry, 4give me? Number 18 – U tie me up? I’d like to c u try Angel x

  That’s true. I strongly doubt that Jax would relinquish his control to me. I can never imagine somebody as dominant as Jax would ever let anybody restrain him.

  Y didn’t u mention the gym party?

  Heard about it on a call this afternoon. U up 4it? x

  So he isn’t worried about me cramping his style then, either that or he’s back pedalling.

  Maybe, separate cars tho. Don’t want tongues waggin x

  What, not even mine? x

  Always urs…

  My eyelids are so heavy now and the bright light from my phone is shooting to the back of my head. I need to get back to sleep and recoup some much needed energy. In true one-upmanship style, I feel the urge to leave this banter with me securely on top—with the added security blanket of my keypad to hide behind.

  In fact, if I close my eyes, I can almost still feel it. Stroking my pussy delicately, licking me senseless whilst I ride ur face & climax hard… Mmmm… Yessss. Gudnite G x

  B… Don’t you dare fucking stop…

  Ah-ha. Hook, line and sinker.

  Gudnite G – Enjoy ur wank! x

  ‘Enjoy your wank!’ Before now I wouldn’t dream of saying that or texting sexual things to anybody else. With Jax I don’t even think to filter anymore. It reminds me of those reality shows on TV, like Big Brother. Where strangers who end up getting together, say that after a week it’s the same as dating on the outside for months because of how much you’re in each other’s pockets.

  It’s going to be strange leaving here. I’ve enjoyed Jax’s company and the obvious influence he has on me. Not just the sexual side but the friendship, honesty, light-heartedness and trust. Being with a great guy in a great place; both physically and spiritually. He brings out a side in me that I love.

  Jax

  Mmm feisty, flirty, dirty Beth is certainly a favourite of mine; straight to the point, no messing.

  How she just straight up asked me if she could watch a porno in my bed earlier… unpredictably fuckable 24/7. What happened in the car earlier… unpredictably fuckable 24/7.

  We’ve reiterated the whole ‘no strings’ thing again and she’s thankfully still fine with it. That doesn’t stop me from having the urge to fuck up any man that comes near her though, like at this gym party!

  I know she seems more confident and free but that vulnerable Beth is still there beneath the surface, I can still see it in her eyes. I’ve seen it before. That doesn’t just disappear overnight, even over one-incredible-night-and-day.

  She told me about that prick she had sex with the other week, and she thinks that’s a terrible experience.

  Personally, I would describe it as a ‘shit lay’. Now, he was an absolute idiot who didn’t have a clue what he was doing, not to mention he was clearly punching way above his weight. But it just reminds me of how naive she is.

  Men like me just want to fuck and move on, they don’t want to know what you do for a living or cuddle afterwards. I dread to think of the men who’ll be trying their luck with her, she is stunning… Stunning bait, that’s my concern. But it’s none of my business, she’s an adult. Leave it be.

  I will enjoy her company and her body and I’ll look out for her as a friend. End of.

  My house was looking spick and span when I finished working this afternoon, not to mention how fine she was looking too. Her cheeks were slightly flushed from polishing. It extenuated her freckles and reminded me of her post-fucked face in the kitchen… in my shirt. I love the smell of her on me, my clothes, my bed, my car...

  I inhale into my pillow, savouring the smell of Beth that she left behind. I picture her finger-fucking herself in my car but this time she’s used her vibrator to make herself come… on my bed… whilst she was watching my porn…

  Her private show and all that happened in the car and the vision she planted in my head with her sext… these are what fantasises are made of. But it’s real life and she’s across the hallway.

  After the last few hours I’ve just had, I need some sleep and hopefully some dreams courtesy of my dirty angel with her banging body and witty mouth.

  8:23pm

  These cars better hurry the hell up. I need to get away from Beth in this fucking lethal weapon she’s calling a dress.

  We’ve spent most of the day working; me in the office and Beth on the sofa on her laptop and phone. I had a break and we went for another ride on the quad. One of the fence panels surrounding the yard acts as an invisible gate that opens out into the main field. There’s another bigger one at the bottom of the field in the corner that gives tractor access off the quiet country lane. When she drove this time I realised how much I enjoy these little moments she’s given me; feeling carefree and happy.

  I’m enjoying sharing some time with somebody else. I couldn’t concentrate on my work after that so I went upstairs and locked myself away in my second office, needing to regain some focus. I did some mind-numbing but crucial research, which usually is enough to centre any wayward thoughts.

  I decided to cook a fresh healthy meal to line our stomachs before the alcohol onslaught tonight. We had roast salmon with lemon chickpea couscous and salad. We sat at the patio table outside and enjoyed it with a chilled glass of chardonnay. I ate twice as much as Beth, she insisted that she loved it though.

  Then she disappeared to get ready and I haven’t seen her until now. I went for a shower and threw on some black jeans and a lilac button-down shirt. I came back down, put the stereo on and poured us another glass of wine. I managed to drink both of them and there was still no sign of her!

  I shouted up to tell her the cars are due in fifteen minutes and refilled her glass. When she appeared at the top of the stairs, she’d transformed from the cute kitten on the patio to a fierce tigress. That look can’t be associated with anything but sexual scenarios.

  The woman that’s prowling down the stairs towards me looks like she’s in full predatory mode. Her hair’s curly, dragged to the side and fastened somehow. Her shortass dress is the same colour as my eyes and it rides up her thighs each time she takes a step.

  It’s outrageously tight, too tight, it’s clinging to her curves like the condom I want to roll down my persistent dick right about now. The material is holding onto her for dear life, reminding me of how she gripped onto me on my quad earlier.

  At least it loosens up a little when it reaches her breasts, although I’m still hypnotised by the obvious bouncing around as she descends. She’s looking smoking hot and my eyes can’t get enough. If I am staring, so will others. That thought has me wanting to strap her tits up along with her bad hand, which I now notice isn’t actually strapped up.

  I hold my fist to my mouth and bite onto my forefinger, holding a ceasefire on the round of F's that want to burst free. She shakes her head at the gesture, dismissing it as humorous, when it’s anything but.

  The material of her dress is screaming to be touched. When she reaches the bottom of the stairs, my jaw practically hits the floor and she just giggles angelically. Now I’m considering how I could lay this party off, grab onto that thick ass of hers and fuck her bent over these stairs… then in every room… on rotation… all night.

  “I like that dumbfounded reaction G, thanks.” She leans up to kiss my cheek. God she smells good…

  “You look incredible. Actually forget the ‘incr’... you look fucking edible!”


  I stroke my hand down from her shoulder to her wrist where the fabric ends. Taking her hand above her head, I twirl her around. That’s when I see that she’s saved the best—or worst—for last…

  There isn’t a back to the dress. I remember my hands gliding over it for the first time when I massaged her, and then more recently yesterday with her bending over my backseat.

  It’s just pure tanned smooth kissable skin all the way down to that delicious arch at the top of her bottom. In this light I can just see the faded lines of bruises still from Friday night but the tan has helped cover them up.

  So, let me get this straight; backless, braless, legs for miles and fuck-me heels. Please give me the strength to get through this motherfucking party without me—or anybody else—touching this woman…