Fallen Angel (The List #3) (13 page)

Taking the back of my right knee he bends my
leg, lifting and placing my foot into one of the small tiled shelves that look
like a narrow ladder built into the wall.

“Now, does my horny angel have any more special
requests before I follow through with these demands?”

Letting go of my hands, he also unravels his
fist from my hair and drapes it over my shoulder. Allowing him to stroke both
splayed hands from my shoulders down to my hips, where he grips me, hard.

Bringing his palm down hard, he slaps my ass
cheek and I gasp but automatically cock my bottom back out for him.

Miss Sensible reiterates her point.

“Condom?”

He reaches over and tilts my chin towards the
upper shelves where there’s a stack of condoms and an empty packet beside them.
He’s already sheathed himself? He must’ve literally done it just, one-handed. I
remain silent, licking my lips, pre-empting the welcome feel of him entering me
at long last. I hold my breath, letting my silence scream volumes. Enough
talking from me, for now.

Moving his hand from my chin to my shoulder
blades, he pushes down coaxing me to bend over a little more. My fingers are
spread wide over the cool tiles and my arms are locked out shoulder width
apart.

“Arch your back. Open up for me.” He pulls on
my hip at the same time and I grant him all the access he needs. With both
hands on my hips, I feel him adjust his footing and dip his hips to guide his
head into position. I brace myself, ready for impact. “Breathe, B. I’ll hurt you
if you don’t relax.”

Jax’s voice is warm and calming. He’s right. I
let my tension fall away from my body and breathe out steadily.

Before I have chance to refill my lungs he
slams into me with a force that’d take my breath away if I had much to begin with.
Instead, I let out a strangled moan that sounds nothing like me. If I was
tense, that would’ve hurt. If my body wasn’t so desperate and ready for him,
that would’ve hurt.

Drawing back slowly, almost all the way out, he
re-launches himself back into place and curses through gritted teeth. I feel
his balls brush against the tops of my thighs as he reaches the depths of my
neglected core. I’ve waited for his long, thick cock to fuck me and send me
over the edge for nearly a week.

A fucking week.

When it comes to Jax, I want him every day, in
every way. Again and again. A week is too long to go without this feeling.

“Jesus Beth, you’re ready but so fucking
tight
.
Squeeze yourself around my cock—that’s it—feel every fucking inch of me.” I
clench my pelvic muscles again, pulling myself around him tighter. “Yes, fuck.
There.”

In and out, he picks up his strokes and I
become grateful for this shelf, giving me purchase, allowing him to control his
depth and my angle to perfection. Pulling back on my hips, he smashes his own
against my ass in synchronised harmony.

He is being rougher than usual, just like I
asked. Digging his fingers into my hips near the point of pain, he slaps my ass
cheek hard and I gasp aloud.

“Again?”

“
Yes
. Yes please.”

Slap
. This time it’s the left side. I jolt upright
and straight back down. That sound, mingled with the stinging feel as it
ripples over my flesh, is then combined with the delicious relentless pleasure
of Jax thrusting his generous inches into me over and over. On top of that, the
hot water sprays all over our bodies and we’re surrounded by steam and sex. Steamy
sex.

“More, Angel?”

“Mm-huh”

“Say it.”

“I want more please.”

Slap.
The third strike is equally as rewarding,
especially because I knew what to anticipate, although harder. Then comes the
fourth, fifth, sixth… With every strike I impulsively jolt forward, clenching
my muscles and squeezing his cock inside of me.

He continues pumping and slapping but he isn’t
going all out on the thrusting speedometer. I realise just then that it’s
because I told him I wanted him to make be beg to fuck me faster.
Shit. Me
and my overactive imagination.

“I’m ready, Jax.”

“You gonna come for me, B?”

“Yes. Take me now.”

“Faster?”

“Yes.”

“Harder?”

His tone tells me he’s toying with me.

“
Yes
.”

“Beg me then.”

“I
am
.”

I swear either he’s slowed down or I’m just
imagining it. My insides are climbing, I feel my orgasm building but I want it
to be explosive and intense.

“You’re not convincing me, Angel.”

“
Jax
.” I sound irritable and desperate. He
punishes my annoyance with a hard spank. The hardest yet. “
Faster,
I
need you to—Mmm.” I’m climbing but I don’t want to slip over the edge, I need
him to shoot me over into nothingness and leave me numb. I thought it was
intense when he took me from behind in the car but this is on a whole new
level. It’s pushing the boundaries, it’s invigorating.

“Yes-s?”

He’s still goading me. How can he be so
controlled? That’s how I want him though, where he belongs; inside me, being controlling
and sexy as fuck. With grit in my tone, I tell him what he wants to hear.

“Jax, I am begging you to fucking fuck me
faster now or so help me—”

He hypes up the tempo swiftly, effectively shutting
me the fuck up. Gripping my raised right thigh, digging his fingers into my
flesh, he moves his left hand around my hip to the front, spanning his hand
across my stomach. His new position enables yet more control.

“Better?”

“Yes. There. Just there. Like this. Don’t
stop.”

The clapping of our flesh, moaning, panting, water
slapping and spraying—all of these sounds blur into one, alongside my heartbeat,
that’s banging a tribal beat on my eardrums. I’m zoning in and out of reality.

“You’re gonna come, I can feel you. Your
pussy’s sucking me harder—just like you said.”

“Jax—just don’t stop. Please.”

Thrust after thrust.

“Nobody’s. Stopping. Angel. I’m coming. With you.”

And just like that we explode in sync, climaxing
together and riding the pulses. On cue, this wonderful man of mine sinks his
perfect white teeth into my shoulder, biting down hard. He takes my skin into
his mouth and sucks hard. Pleasure versus pain.

Almost one week—but now we’re fully reconnected
again, just how it should be.

Fucking him, having sex, it’s more intense than
I’d ever dreamed possible or even hoped for.

Jax

I
washed her beautiful body with the due care
and attention she deserves. The only part of her left unwashed is her dirty
little mouth. I think she’d agree that we both like that just the way it is.

We dried off and now Beth’s disappeared
downstairs wearing my robe, instructing me to get my fantasy thinking cap on
because it’s my turn to start talking next. I’ve put the radio on quietly in
the background. It’s back to back smooth radio tunes.

Thankfully she’s as insatiable as me when it
comes to each other. The perfect fit.

“Oh my God, I just flashbacked to our first
time.” Beth breezes into the bedroom. “With me trying to escape down the hall
thinking you had a girl in here.”

She puts a small rattling ice bucket on the
bedside table with two bottles of beer poking out and a bottle opener.

“That was a great night to remember. You put my
DVD to shame. Who knew huh? My shy girl was wound so tight back then. But you
unravelled so easily before my very eyes.” Beth drops my robe and swiftly
straddles me with her nakedness. “You were full of surprises that night and you
haven’t stopped since.”

I’m sitting upright leaning back on the
headboard with a towel wrapped around my waist. She looks stunning with her long
damp hair tumbling over her beautiful tits and down her back.

“So, come on Carter, start talking. I want to
know what I can do to please you. Tell me.”

Beth raises her arms, gathering her hair in a
chunky mess on top of her head. As she ties a band to secure it in place, my
hands travel up from her hips. Taking advantage of her lifted breasts, I stroke
my thumbs along the underside and watch her nipples grow harder triggering my
cock to follow suit.

“From the devious look on your face, you’ve got
an idea of your own Angel… I heard the ice in that bucket. I do know you, you
know.”

“Well, it
is
on my list and it’s less
messy than the cookie dough ice-cream I reached for first… Oh and beneath that
was a tub of Neapolitan. F.Y.I—”

She screws up her cute freckly nose, opens her
mouth and sticks her tongue out.

“What? It’s a classic. Plus, come to think of
it, maybe that can inspire the moment.”

“Neapolitan is gonna inspire us having sex?”

“I mean, your pink spanked ass can be the
strawberry, I’m obviously the chocolate, which just leaves the vanilla. You up
for some boring classic vanilla, Angel?”

“Vanilla is totally underrated. Trust me, when
it comes to you, nothing can be considered boring. In fact, I swear I’ve
probably still got handprints on my cheeks.”

She twists round to check herself out as I slap
her other side and she yelps and jolts against my groin.

“I think you may be right, B. Lemme see.”

I rub my palms over both sides of her peachy
ass.
Any excuse Jaxson.

“It’s a good job you know my threshold
otherwise my knee may accidentally land somewhere painful around…here?” I’ve
already removed my pad from the shower so she runs her fingers around the stitches
gently. “Or maybe here?”

Quickly reaching down, she grips my dick
through the towel.

“Careful feisty pants, you may regret damaging
the goods.” I hold the back of her neck and pull her into my awaiting lips. My
growing cock twitches against her hand so she releases me and presses her naked
pussy down. “So that’s sorted then. Ice, then vanilla please, Miss.”

“In a hurry now are we?” She laughs but we stay
nose to nose. “Such low maintenance tonight, G. We compliment each other well.”
She reaches over and taps on the lamp to turn it off, then dims the other one.
“This’ll be my pleasure.”

I hold her hips and admire her tiny waist in
comparison to my big hands. She always looks after this toned body of hers and
now that duty falls into my hands too. I will gladly give this body whatever it
needs. As my girlfriend, I will happily take care of every inch of her.

Taking two ice cubes from the bucket, she
places one in each of our mouths.

“Suck it. I want your mouth nice and cold when
it’s on my warm body.”

She sucks on hers too but does so
provocatively, taking it out of her mouth with her fingers and wrapping her
thick lips around it.

First one, then two drips fall from her wet lips
and land intentionally on her inviting chest. My eyes don’t know where to fixate.
I watch one drip glide between her tits and the other slide down onto her nipple
where it stays. I don’t blame it but I do want to lick it off.

I go to move but she’s already pre-empted it
and pushes my shoulders back, waggling her forefinger left and right. So that’s
how she’s going to play this. I’m not one to rebel—sometimes. In fact, I love
it when she feels confident to take the lead, which is happening more and more.
I’ll let her have this time and I’ll enjoy every second but she’s mistaken if
she thinks it’ll be for long.

For now, I scoot myself down the bed so that
I’m almost lying down with my head propped up on my pillow so I can enjoy the
show.

Beth holds the ice in her teeth and hovers it
over my chest with a cheeky glint in her eye. Her aim rewards her with a direct
hit as a couple of drips land on my nipple. Moving over she repeats on the
other side. This time I close my eyes and flinch when the ice cold droplets
land.

Lowering herself down further, she drags the ice
with her mouth, down my centre, leaving it to rest in the ridges of my abs. She
then retraces the path, dragging her warm tongue across my abs and up to each
nipple. She sucks away the cold and I open my eyes to watch her tongue, as it works
its magic.

Beth dips back down and sucks away the melted
ice from my stomach. There’s just a slither left, which she sucks on. My ice
cube has nearly all melted in my mouth.

Returning back up to my mouth we kiss. The
slight numb feeling makes us clumsy at first and rougher than usual. Nipping at
each other’s lips, bring them back to life. Sucking each other’s tongues with
the warmth of our breaths fluttering across our skin. The sexy little moans
that escape her lips make me impatient to be inside her.

“Mmm. That was one helluva fiery cold kiss, G.”

“Well the ice has melted so…”

I push her hips down onto my rock hard cock and
watch her pussy as she instinctively presses down to meet me and rolls her hips
forward. Her pussy’s smooth sexy skin is inviting, with a slim strip of dark
brown hair neatly placed, waiting for me.

“Sorry, G. That doesn’t quite cut it to warrant
a mark off my list.” She reaches over and takes another melting cube from the bucket.
“You’ve kissed my cold mouth—” Beth leans down with her nipples grazing over my
chest and brings her mouth to my ear to whisper, “Now I want you to fuck it.”

She puts the cube inside her mouth and rolls it
around. This girl of mine is truly one of a kind. Without realising, I’m
digging my fingers into her peachy ass and, at this angle, my fingers give in
to temptation.

With a possessive growl, I reach around and slide
my fingers through her pussy. Feeling how wet she is and hearing the catch of
her breath in my ear, stirs my burning need for her. How she captivates me is almost
beyond reason.

“Angel, if I’m gonna fuck that pretty face and
you’re gonna suck me with that witty mouth of yours, I think it’s only fair—” I
kiss her, prizing her mouth apart with my tongue, stealing away the ice for
myself. She pulls away. “—that you get to ride my tongue and my cold mouth gets
to eat your hot pussy in return.”

Beth looks dumbfounded with her lips still
parted.

“Please say you can make that happen without
hurting your stitches.”

“Turn around for me, Angel. I need to taste you
now.”

Beth skilfully swivels on the spot. I pull my
towel off in the process and she eagerly strokes my cock. Pulling back on her
hips, I’m keen to bury my face but I sense her tense up.

“Jax, I’m gonna feel really exposed in this
position…”

She has a thing about me seeing her actual ass
and I know it’s because of her past relationship. It’s bad enough he had her
begrudging the physical things she wanted for years but to also have her
believing there’s parts of her body to be ashamed of, it just winds me the fuck
up. Especially considering the things that I know.

This caring, lovely girl is one of a kind and
deserves to be worshipped. With Beth there’s a time for discussions and this
isn’t one of them. I know she listens well to commands from me in the bedroom,
they provide her with security and reassurance. I remove the ice from my mouth.

“Good, I want you exposed because you’re mine
remember. All of you. And I need to see what’s mine. One day, you’ll be pleading
for me to explore you
everywhere
. But right now, I just need you to back
the fuck up and sit on my face. I want to get lost in you, Angel.” Beth
shuffles her knees towards me and hovers herself inches away. “Good girl.”

In sync, we take each other in our mouths in a
delicious sequence of pleasure giving and receiving. This reversed position
takes a little getting used to. The cold insides of our mouths contrast against
the other’s skin but the coldness is soon lost to the heat of our bodies.

Beth swallows me, sheathing her teeth, taking
my dick until my head touches the back of her deep throat. I transfer my
pleasure to her, lapping and sucking her wet pussy. When I begin delicately
flicking her clit, the intensity rises and she takes a breather. Panting over
me, holding herself up with one hand, she works my dick with the other.

Beth is in the more dominant position and uses
that to withdraw from the onslaught of my tongue. I hook the tops of her thighs
in the crook of my elbows and bring my hands over to grip her ass cheeks, keeping
her firmly plastered to my face.

“Jax—”

She pants and sucks the end of my cock in the
same beguiling way she did with that ice cube. Her tactic grants her a moment’s
reprieve as I tilt my chin down to take in the sight. With her hair tied up, I’m
blessed with a clear view of her beautiful lips concealing the magic that’s
happening inside that mouth of hers.

“Fuck, Beth. That’s good.”

She moans and then strokes her tongue down my
length. This time she descends, licking around my balls and taking first one
and then both into her hot mouth, continuing her ambush. I refocus my attention
back to her pussy, pulling her back down into position from where she’s risen
out of reach.

My palms hold her cheeks apart and my fingers
first rub and then spread her out before me—completely exposing her pussy like
a fulfilling plate of goodness. It’s like a race to the finish now so without
warning I push my tongue deep inside her, burying my nose and breathing her in.
She’s intoxicating.

Beth pulls back to catch her breath again.
Panting hard now, her knees begin to fidget and I know she’s bordering on
climax as my chin presses down on her clit. I fuck her with my tongue, faster, intermittently
licking. I tell her how goddam delicious she tastes and she pleads with me to
come in her mouth whilst she takes me into the depths of her throat once more.

I tell her the truth as always.

“I can’t get enough of you.” We pick up our
speed and begin to chase our release. “I’ll never get enough of you, Angel.”

Beth whimpers. I hear her breathing heavily through
her nostrils. Her buttocks clench and her thighs tense. I take my cue and after
a quick blow and flick of her clit, I gently suckle, rocking her over the edge
and she takes me with her. I thrust into her throat as my release takes over.
The sounds of her own orgasm only serve to spiral me higher.