by N. K. Love
Cutting out the middle man and addressing my cock directly, it strains against my jeans, ready as ever when it comes to B. She is bewildering. Her dirty words float away with the night’s breeze but the last three words still repeat in my mind.
The country lane is typically narrow and surrounded by tall hedges either side but I’m a resourceful man. It hasn’t rained in a few days and the night’s air isn’t too cold; this is doable. I put Beth on her feet, grab her hand and walk quickly up the lane dragging her giggling and squealing behind me.
I know there’s an old wooden sty between the hedges up here, it leads onto a disused public pathway. It’s probably overgrown this time of year but I’ll make it work, I need this, I need her. I find the break in the hedges, climb over the sty and grab Beth by the waist to lift her over. She’s in heels so I scoop her up in my arms as she giggles some more.
I negotiate us around some overgrown bushes and into a clear area of woodland. Guided by the moonlight breaking between the treetops, I walk us over to the nearest widest tree trunk and put her down against it. She’s breathing heavily now, in competition with her heartbeat.
Standing close, I undo my shirt buttons and she watches with a devious grin etched on her sweet face. I take off my shirt leaving my sleeveless white vest underneath. Holding it open I gesture for her to put it on. She looks bemused.
“B, I’m going to fuck you against this tree. I’m going to leave you sore—and wanting more. But I’m not gonna fuck up your beautiful back any more in the process.”
She gapes at me and then slips the shirt on after dropping her handbag from off her shoulder into the leaves beneath our feet.
As soon as my hands are on her, she gives her body over to me, moaning with pleasure. Both of my hands travel up from her hips. At last I get the chance to properly touch her body the way I’ve wanted to since the second she appeared at the top of my staircase this evening. The lycra-like fabric clings to her curves the way I need my body to. It feels like second skin on her. And fuck me… the feeling of her naked breasts through this material is better than I’d ever imagined.
I push her back firmly against the trunk and wipe my thumbs across her lips as if to wipe off imaginary lipstick.
“I didn’t like what you did Beth.”
Beth mirrors my action with her thumb.
“I didn’t like what you did either.”
So she saw me kiss that girl.
“Did you enjoy kissing him?”
“No.”
“Did he make you wet?”
I brush my hand between her legs, feeling how hot and ready she is.
“No.”
She whispers and then swallows hard. I rub her pussy slowly through the fabric.
“Nobody can make you feel like this Angel. Nobody.”
“I know. But why?”
I move my hand back to her other breast and leisurely trace circles around her peaked nipples.
“I think it’s just the way it’s meant to be.”
I kiss her again more forcefully and her mouth meets mine in perfect harmony. With her back arching desperately to push her firm tits harder against my palms, she proves that she wants this equally as much as I do.
A moment ago I was a mess of uncertainty and now she’s bought me back from the brink. I’ve been there before and it’s the start of the path that led me to self-destruction.
But beautiful Beth has a way with me. I react differently to her than I do to any other person. She’s bought me to a place of comfort. A sexual place where she knows my confidence lies.
I take my wallet out my back pocket, retrieve a condom and hold the packet in my teeth. I undo my jeans, pulling the front down enough to free myself from my boxer briefs. She runs her nails over my scalp and neck, kissing me, biting me. She plants lingering kisses across my jaw and down my neck. I remove the johnny and put it on blind, looking her in the eye.
I’m impatient to be inside of her.
Gripping her hips I swiftly jerk her back up to resume our original position, with her legs wrapped around me and I pull her into my body tightly. She holds my upper arms and props her back up against the trunk. I hitch her higher up this time and tell her to lock her ankles behind my back to help keep her up whilst I let go of her completely.
“You sure B?”
Delivering a familiar nip to my bottom lip, she answers in the same desperate tone.
“Mmm-huh. So sure… Please Jax…”
“So polite my sweet B, where’s my dirty angel gone?”
I lock my teeth down hard on her bottom lip. Hooking my thumbs underneath her dress I peel it back and over her peach, which is also protected by the back of my shirt. Supporting her with one hand, I let my other thumb divert and slide inside her without hesitation, pushing her thong to the side with my fingers.
I knew she’d be soaking wet and she doesn’t fail to please me. This pussy was made for me, so deliciously tight yet unquestionably ready to take me all in. I pull out and push back in deeper, pressing her precious sensitive spot.
Beth stifles her moans. I let go of her lip continuing my thumbed pursuit. “There’s nobody to hear you, except me and I wanna fucking hear you. I need to hear what I do to you.”
“F-fuck, Jax, please just…” I stretch her around, expanding her for me. “A-ah…”
Savouring the control she entrusts me with. When Beth’s around, this is the only time I feel in control, when I’m controlling her body with mine.
I changeover to slip two fingers inside and relish in the fluidity of my movements and the suction sounds that make my mouth water. I can picture exactly what her creamy pussy looks like now, what it tastes like.
My cock grows harder still, feeling heavier and full. Aching to fill her, satisfy her and empty myself into her. The extra-large latex stretches with me and how Beth is about to do.
“Say it again, tell me what you want from me.” A third finger squeezes in, pushing and stretching. I know she likes my fingers to fuck her slowly so I do just that. Her wordless reactions are enough to undo me on the spot, but I’d rather be buried deep inside her for that.
“Jesus Jax… Please. I want you to—show me how much—how much you want me too—Jax.”
I pant in her ear and I growl in her ear.
“Oh I will Angel—just as soon as you tell me what I wanna hear.”
I position myself at her entrance, swirling my head around. She’s so ready. I’m awaiting my instruction, anticipating the warm wet welcome that’s just inches away from me.
“Jax, I want you to fucking—fuck me.”
Yes. Fuck, that voice has a tannoy pointing directly at my dick. As much as my mouth would love to taste her pussy and swallow her juices again, my cock is the boss right now. Withdrawing my fingers, I thrust myself abruptly into her with saturating ease. Her unadulterated cry echoes through the trees, absorbed into the darkness. I hold myself there, rocking gently, giving her body a moment to adapt.
I’m rougher than I’ve been before. I feel her kick her heels off and clench her insides together, tightening around me, testing how I feel.
Putting her hands either side of my face with her thumbs on my temples, she presses her forehead against mine with her eyes closed. Is she changing her mind? Is she worried I’ll be too rough? I don’t want there to be any doubts so I forewarn her in the same controlled tone that she delivered her request in the first place.
“This is going to be hard and fast.”
Swallowing hard, she takes a deep breath in. It’s more like she’s preparing herself. As soon as her eyes blink open they pierce straight through to my heated core and I take my blatant cue.
Supporting her with both hands now, I reverse my hips intentionally slowly but drive back inside her fast and fucking deep. Taking her breath away she groans and I curse aloud at the amazing constricting feeling of being inside my Little Miss Contradiction again. Before I lose myself, I kiss her slowly and gently. Weaving my tongue in and around
her wonderful witty mouth. This is in complete contrast to how I’m about to fuck her but it feels so satisfying after the night we’ve had.
I kiss my lips away but tease her mouth to keep it parted in readiness as I retreat and crash back into place. Over and over, working up a momentum with her back against the rough bark, whisking us into a wild frenzy.
Listening to every breath, every sound and profanity—it’s music to my ears.
I need more leverage so I step back taking her with me. I spread my hands from her peach to the top of her smooth thighs and pull our hips away from each other in sync. Simultaneously I reconnect us, hard. Building the pace again, my breathing’s staggered. Her lovely cries filling the silence.
I feed off her flourishing body as it vigorously jolts against me each time. I hear and feel her panting in my ear, she’s ready and so am I. Plunging to the pinnacle, squeezing us together that little bit tighter so that she can feel the utter fullness of me owning her pussy.
This is where I get to truly have her completely, the only way I’ll ever allow myself to.
Beth pulls my head back to her so that our open mouths overlap, stealing each other’s breaths, panting and climbing to our peak.
“You’re so fucking fuckable. Let go for me Angel—do it now.”
Ahh. The sound of her gasping my name is married with the welcome sting of her fingernails dragging across my shoulder blades as she comes. It’s a nourishing pain that is soon partnered with extreme pleasure as I meet her at our own private peak.
It takes a minute or two to calm our breathing. Whilst still buried inside her, I slide her back down my body carefully. She tells me that her future man now not only needs to hold the door open for her and slap her ass as she walks through it—but she now wants him to whisper in her ear exactly how he’s going to fuck her.
Those words coming from this girl, with her just fucked flushed face, make me smile but also makes me illogically jealous. Jealous of a man that she’s making up based on our times together. The thought of her being with another man twists up my head.
I need to get out of her.
Beth
Ask and you shall receive. Why does ‘fucking’ sometimes have such negative connotations when it feels like that?
Almost straight afterwards, Jax pulled out of me harsher than usual, exposing my soreness. I couldn’t help but wince and automatically jabbed him in the ribs, hard enough for him to know that I didn’t appreciate such a callous move. Possibly a little irrational of me to feel cheapened when he’s just fucked me upon my request. He quickly apologised, I guess it’s just a crude force of ‘fucking’ habit that I don’t wish to dwell on.
Nothing’s going to ruin this blissful moment.
Remembering after our first time, how I’d stared at his hands thinking how they were made for my body; to touch and to please me. Whilst my back was against that tree, I’d stared down at him, at us, and decided that it didn’t stop at his hands. This man was made to influence me and to bring out my raw emotions. He’s capable of mentally stripping me down to the core with his tenderness, exposing new feelings that I’m not used to. He can also strip me down to bare flesh and fuck me into oblivion making me feel empowered.
Jax brings two very different parts of me together in beautiful harmony, resulting in this euphoric feeling devouring me from the inside out. Jax’s Dirty Angel—I like the sound of that. He is handmade, manmade and readymade—all for me.
Apparently he knows a shortcut home across the bottom of a neighbouring field.
We adjust our clothes, I’m not quite sure what’s going on with my tit tape but I’ll have to figure that out when we get back. Jax knots the condom, putting it in his back pocket along with the foil packet from off the ground. I’m sure most men would just throw it in a bush, evidently not Mr Nature, which I like. He passes me my bag, which I drape over my head and shoulder. Then he bends down to retrieve my shoes off the floor.
Those heels will be death traps on grass. I am not walking back to his place in those. As Jax reaches for my second shoe, I act on impulse and pounce on his back. I cling on for dear life as though he’s going to buck me off like a wild stallion.
Instead, he doesn’t react. He calmly stands with ease and I giggle, apprehensively awaiting his move. I clench tighter onto his sides then he startles me by tickling my feet with his free hand. My giggles turn into hysterics as I kick and flail my legs around. Reaching behind me, he playfully slaps my ass, causing me to yelp.
Jax takes pity on me and hands me my heels.
Obviously he realises that there’s no way I’m trekking across a field in those heels and certainly not barefoot. It was his choice to desert the cab not mine. Jax jokes about enjoying it when I ride him and takes hold of the backs of my knees. Dipping between some trees he brings us out into the open air, surrounded above by a shield of twinkling stars.
Muttering something under his breath about how late it is, Jax marches on in silence. But I’m on a high and I won’t let silence dampen my mood so I break it with the clip-clopping sounds of my heels, mimicking a trotting horse. He’s not amused, or he is and he’s hiding it.
Still buzzing I decide to take advantage of our close proximity. I free up my hands by bending and sliding each shoe back on. Wrapping my arms over his bare shoulders, gliding my hands over his chest, I nuzzle into the side of his neck, kissing him.
How can he still smell just as ‘Jax’ as he did when he twirled me around at the beginning of tonight?
I feel his cheeks rise into a smile as I kiss him. With my legs spread around his back, it emphasises the tenderness between my legs.
Jax piggybacks me all the way home whilst I randomly recite an old English nursery rhyme; ‘This Little Piggy’. That sparks off a conversation about what a piggy would be doing eating roast beef. He tells me that pigs are omnivorous and then explains what that means.
This is something I definitely didn’t have with Mendacious Mike—I don’t mean the animal lessons. We just didn’t get much quality time together, so I found that our conversations were always a race to remember everything that had been queuing up to be said. I still need to face him at some point in the near future. I need some answers and I’ve quite possibly got a shitload of cussing to send in his direction too—depending on my state of mind at the time.
I quash those thoughts and revert to the much more pleasurable activity of kissing Jax everywhere my lips can reach and focus my thoughts on happier things.
“It seems you may have just owned another one off the list, G. Sex outdoors!”
“Yeah—about your fucking list…” I know he knows it’s ‘Fuck It’ list, so I won’t correct him. “How would you feel if I carried on owning them, as in, all of them? You know, the relevant ones. So just me…”
What the…? Where’s this coming from?
“Why would I do that Jax? Why would you want me to do that?” No answer. I see if there’s any humour in his question, “I don’t remember reading this in the terms and conditions of our new agreement.” Still no answer. I get my phone and lean over his shoulders, holding it in front of him. I open the list so we can both see it. I cross off number 26, which is my twelfth achievement, nearly halfway.
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
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sp; 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
I remember not long ago, when I’d decided to complete this before touching Jax but now I honestly can’t imagine completing it without him. We have an unexplainable bond that’s so concrete. He doesn’t need to say anything because I know he feels it to, whether or not he even knows it himself. What I have with him goes beyond my Fuck It list, but if fate has given me this list for me to experience new things with Jax at my side, then I’m not going to reject that opportunity.
I can’t see his face to analyse it. So I think about a few things; how that guy made me feel earlier, the gut-wrenching reaction of seeing Jax kissing that girl, being Steve’d… Nothing has compared to Jax. Is he serious about this?
