Fallen Angel (The List #3) (14 page)

She gags a little but determinedly holds me
there, swallowing and sucking.

What. A. Fucking. Trip.

Beth

After we both take a few long pulls on our beers,
I put mine back on the side and throw my sated naked body beside him on the bed
covers, still waiting to come back down to earth. Jax envelopes me in a warm
embrace and I snuggle my face into his chest, running my fingers over his
muscular ridges.

We braid our legs together and my breathing
returns to normal when I concentrate on the beautiful beat of his heart.

“Now
that’s
gotta warrant a mark off
your list?”

“Mm-huh. Definitely. Four altogether actually.
Not that I’m counting or anything.”

I shrug sarcastically.

“Tell that to your smug tone. So four, huh? Enlighten
me. Show me where you’re at.”

He puts his bottle down and passes me my phone
from off the other bedside table, nearest him. I happily open up my list and he
reads whilst I strike off numbers; 6, 15, 16 and 28.

He’s right, I am feeling pretty smug. None are
double counting either, as per Wills’ rule. They all happened in their own
right so I haven’t used the same ‘act’ twice.

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

“Isn’t spanking usually a punishment, I’m not
sure you can class me slapping your ass as a spanking.”

“Well, that’s what I wanted. I don’t want to be
spanked as punishment. I’m such a good girl for you, I’d never get to cross it
off. Besides, it fucking hurt—in a good way—so I’m happy.”

I flutter my eyelashes at him and giggle.

“Well, in that case, you’re two thirds of the
way there. You’ve packed a lot into a relatively short time.”

I stretch over and put my phone back down, then
snuggle back into him. Jax trails his lovely long fingers up and down my back
and then settles, tracing little circles on the small of my back, lost in
thought.

“Dare I ask if this is still necessary, you
know, now that we’re seeing each other?”

I’m glad he can’t see my face because it’s
probably giving away how cute I find it that he sounds so coy. He makes my
heart flutter, not to mention the millions of goosebumps taking over my body.

“Bethany Taylor doesn’t quit.” I kiss his
chest. “Besides, I want to finish it, with you. If you’re still up for it?”

“When it comes to you, I’m always up for it.”
He drags his nails up my back and the back of my neck, making me shudder. “But
hasn’t your list served its purpose though? You didn’t sound like you were
lacking in confidence just now, when you were begging me to come down your
throat.”

I twist his nipple hard until he surrenders and
apologises.

“I think you’re just trying to get out of
tantric sex.”

“Too right I am. The thought of having you next
to me and not being able to touch you, already has my balls turning blue. But
if that’s what you want, I’m always up for a challenge… Right now though, I can
touch and feel and lick and taste you as much as I like and I plan on making
the most of it.”

I see he’s getting ready for me again so I rub
my thigh up over his semi.

“Hmm. So I see, Mr Vanilla.”

Jax unties my hairband and lets my messy bun
untwist, running his fingers through my hair. I shake it out and he turns on
his right side, brushing the loose damp strands over my shoulder and looks down
at me—I mean really looks at me.

“You are so beautiful Beth.” He tilts my chin
up and runs his thumb over my mouth, focussing on my lips. “From the second I
saw you, apart from wanting to strip you naked and fuck you bent over the
balcony of the gym, I was totally mesmerised by these lips—by you.”

I part my lips with no intention of talking,
just wanting to absorb his words and his touch. I overlap his hand with mine
and lean my face into his palm. His thumb brushes down the side of my nose and
over my cheek.

“B, these tiny freckles are like twinkling
stars to me; the more I look, the more I see.”

Tilting my mouth up, I meet his soft sculptured
lips. They really are a work of art, just like the rest of him.

Caught up in the moment, I whisper, “I’ll grant
you a wish for every one of them.”

“Really? Lucky me.” He kisses my nose. “Cause
there’s fucking hundreds of them, Angel.”

“Well, I count myself lucky for being here with
you. You’ve pretty much rocked my world since that balcony.”

We show the sincerity of our words through a
long, thoughtful, tender kiss. That’s when I know he’s setting precedence for
what’s to come. This kiss is filled with such thoughtfulness and tenderness.

Jax rolled on his XL condom and enters me from
above. That feeling of him consuming me, filling me, will never grow old.

Once he gradually stretches me, so that I’m able
to take him all in fluidly, he moves my ankles to rest on his shoulders. At first
he sits back on his heels, using my hips as handles, pulling me into him with
every gradual thrust.

With just the top of my back against the
mattress, I look up at his body, his face… This is a damn fine picture perfect
moment.

The passion in his eyes makes me feel on top of
the world, as though he’d always choose me, no matter what. I’ve never felt so
special.

Although his thrusts aren’t forceful, my
breasts have a mind of their own in this position, aching for him. I have to
touch myself. Having his hands controlling my hips with his mouth so far away,
I’ve got to relieve the need somehow.

I close my eyes, pinching both of my nipples
and arch my back on his next lunge. Massaging my breasts and clamping my
nipples between my fingers urges me to meet him more forcibly each time. I
notice his grip tighten and he grinds in deeper but not faster.

When I open my eyes, with my mouth panting,
Jax’s hooded stare is dark and menacing. He’s watching my hands, it’s turning
him on, so I continue toying and rubbing.

“I like that, B.”

I want nothing more than to please him the way
he pleases me, time and time again. I lower my chin and guide my breast to my
lips. Easing my tongue out, I lick my breast with the flat of it. I take my hard
nipple into my mouth and begin sucking.

Watching him, watching me. Seeing the fire in
his expression has my insides taut, ready to climax on his say so.

Without disrupting his stride, he guides my
legs back down to the bed and leans over me. I inhale his delicious scent.

“Don’t stop.”

He instructs me with a husky as fuck growl.

Dipping his mouth quickly, he pursues my other
nipple. The multitude of sensations is mindfuckingly addictive. He switches
over to my side but I keep my mouth sucking and licking away, granting his
tongue access to join me. The firmness of my nipple and the softness of his
tongue is a delectable combination.

He nudges my mouth out of the way and sucks
hard.

“Please.”

“Please what?”

Biting the base of my nipple, he presses until
he finds my limit when I cry out his name.

“Let me come, Jax.”

Jax grunts his approval and moves his mouth to
capture my lips. Entwining our tongues, he drops his hips lower. Deliciously
low and slow, but grinding into me hard each time when I’m at my fullest. I
bite his bottom lip and push my forehead against his. I close my eyes in a bid
to stay grounded whilst absorbing this impending orgasm.

I let it build like a crescendo, with each long
stroke of his thick cock. In-between kissing and moaning and panting, I reach
down between us and take hold of his balls.

Something tells me to open my eyes. I don’t
even know if Jax actually says it or if it was his voice in my head. When I do,
I meet the intensity pouring out of his powerful green eyes, up close and so
intimate. Jax reaches down and circles my clit with just enough pressure to
deliver my climax to him on a platter.

I moan and whimper my way through the ride,
gripping on to his strong biceps but never taking my eyes from his.

The love I feel for this man is indescribable.

He crushes his hips to mine and rotates himself
deep within, finding his own sweet release, funnelling into me. I tighten and twitch
around his cock whilst he’s nestled inside, where he belongs. He whispers my
name once then twice and it sounds perfect coming from his lips.

His silver rope necklace dangles off his neck
and he captures it in his mouth, as he often does without thinking, especially
when we’re having sex. Although for me, that was much more than sex.

One day I’ll find the right time to say the
words. I won’t mess it up a second time.

Thursday 23
^rd
April 2015

9:15am

Jax

P
aul called earlier to arrange tractor access to
the fields for cutting, so I’d left sleeping beauty out for the count and went
to let them in. After revitalising myself in the gym with a non-strenuous
workout, I showered and dressed in the shower room downstairs so that I didn’t
disturb Beth.

A couple hours later and here I am, having a coffee
with the lads in the yard when out teeters Beth, barefoot in nothing but my
baggy turquoise tee.

My eyes have their fill and divert straight to Paul
and Matt, who seem to have already been corrupted by the view and are looking
back at me awkwardly.

Satisfied that they’re shitting themselves, I
look back to Beth and nod my head towards the lads. By the time she sees them
perched on the gate it’s too late.

“
What the hell—lo
, I’m Beth
…”
She
flushes scarlet during her flustered greeting. “…I’m just gonna go get
dressed.”

Scurrying back into the house whilst tugging
down the shirt from behind, she looks both smoking hot and mortified.

If I wasn’t in awe of her, I might have been
able to warn her sooner. That was proof right there that it only takes a second
to see how incredible she is, then you’re lost. Sexy as fuck with zero
awareness.

In fact, my feelings may need reining in. I had
to bite my tongue last night. I was still buried deep in her pussy but my mouth
wanted to dive somewhere else deep; her heart. I had an overwhelming urge to confess
feelings I haven’t even confessed to myself. It freaked me the fuck out.

Paul and Matt aren’t the type to take
liberties. As shy as she looked just then, I know she’s capable of eating these
innocents alive.

I pay and tip the lads for their hard work and leave
them to finish up while I go and search for bashful Beth.

I find her in the kitchen, standing by the patio
window looking out to the pool. After dumping the three cups on the side, I
walk over to her but she still doesn’t turn around.

“Well, beautiful, I think you’ve just scarred
those poor boys for life.”

Wrapping my arms around her waist from behind,
she overlaps my hands with hers. Nuzzling into the right side of her neck, she
smells fresh and the cocoa butter scent tells me she’s already showered,
although her hair is loose and dry.

“Don’t, Jax.” She’s shaking her head. “I can’t
even look at you. I’m sorry if I embarrassed you.”

“Jesus, you’re too sweet Angel, you know that?”

I swipe her hair to one side, giving me full
access to her neck and kiss a trail up to that soft magic spot behind her ear.

“I bet your neighbours wouldn’t agree. They
must think I’m your latest hook up.” 

I turn her around to see her flustered little
face calming down.

“No, they don’t, because you’re not.”

I made sure they knew she was mine. Not in the
way men do when they’re staking their claim. I found myself eager to refer to
her as my girlfriend, to say it aloud, to somebody other than Beth. I’ve never
had that feeling in my life, it’s refreshing to say the least.

Tipping my face down to kiss her, she swiftly
moves her mouth.

“Oh no you don’t Mr. I actually came down here
seeking an apology.”

Beth folds her arms across her chest trying to
show me she means business but it just makes her look all the more fuckable.

“Sounds ominous.” I wrap my arms tighter,
caging her and reach back down to kiss her but she purses her lips together holding
her kisses captive. A sure-fire way to get what she wants. “I’m sorry.”

I lift my head back up and roll my eyes to stop
myself from smiling.

“You don’t even know what you’re apologising
for yet.”

“But I
do
know that I wanna put whatever
it is to bed so I can put you back to bed.”

She tries to disguise her smile by wriggling
and squirming against my arms in a lame attempt to break free. Once she
realises I’m going nowhere she switches up her tactics.

I’m wearing blue stonewashed jeans with a white
button down shirt. I’ve left the top few buttons undone. She buries her face in
the open V of the shirt and inhales.

“Mmm, you smell lush…” Planting a light kiss on
my chest. “If you let me go, I’ll show you exactly why you’re apologising, G.”

She strokes her naked left leg up the outside
of my thigh and uses her heel to push my ass forward, piquing my curiosity. I
tighten my grip, feeling her breasts squeeze into my chest.

“O-okay. Holding your kisses ransom and using
your body as a bargaining chip is an astute and daring move, Miss Taylor. A
game I have no qualms in participating in.”

Her eyes light up with a zing of newfound
sparkle. Still holding her with one arm, I drop my right arm and grab her
raised thigh, easing my fingers down to her ass. Beth’s breathing hitches as my
fingers glide closer to my winner’s trophy.

“If you wanna make this a game G, I can show
you how it’s played.”

“Mmm fighting talk. Now this, I like.”

She pushes her leg back down and rises up onto
her tiptoes. My palm strokes across to her other cheek, back and forth,
mesmerised by her silky soft curves. Beth brushes her lips across mine, taking
my arm from around her back, she moves my hand to the base of her neck and drags
it down over the material.

Landing over her breast, I rub my thumb over
her nipple, which stiffens furthermore under my caress. A voice in the back of
my mind tells me she’s playing me but I’m too busy listening to my dick to pay
attention.

After I’ve shamelessly taken her irresistible bait
she twirls out of my grasp, sneaking behind me, squealing ‘
Sucker’
as
she runs to the other side of the kitchen.

“Jaxson.” She giggles like an overexcited
child. “You got played.”

But the way she’s bouncing up and down on
adrenalin, fist pumping the air, whilst her nipples taunt me, only has me
spurred on to play some more.

“Beth, how can I make my next move when I don’t
even know the rules? In fact, I know what
my
trophy is, but what’s
yours?”

“Hmm. Okay, well considering you’ve already
branded
my body, I think it’s about time you started exchanging information for
pleasure.”

Smart girl. I take two careful steps forward
but she retreats with a massive grin on her face, obviously delighted with her
impromptu sport.

“Branded?”

Pushing her pouty lips out, she twists her
right leg outwards, exposing four finger mark bruises inside her thigh. I’m
guessing there’s a thumbprint somewhere too. I know straight away that it was
from the shower last night, when her leg was spread up the wall shelving. The
very thought of that moment puts me on pussy alert.

“And that’s not all.”

Dragging her hair to the side she shows me the
right side of her neck.

“Lovebites.”

I shrug like it’s no big deal but realise that
I’ve gone higher than I have before.

“Correction;
Fuck
bites Jaxson—” The
playfulness momentarily slips from her tone when she emphasises the word ‘fuck’
but returns just as quick.“—and there’s more, Count Jaxula.”

Mmm. I could get used to that, provided she
says it just like that with her
fuck-me-until-I-can’t-think-straight
husky
voice.

Yanking the neckline of my tee to the side, she
slips her shoulder to poke out. When she turns slightly, she reveals another
bite mark but this one is literally a bite. I didn’t break the skin but there’s
two dark pink, bruised arches facing each other where my teeth have been.

My girl. My teeth marks. I think it looks sexy
as fuck.

“In my defence, I was following strict
instructions, Angel. You did tell me to mark you.”

My laidback attitude is obviously irritating
her.

“Yeah ‘
mark’
, not brand me like… like cattle.”

I make another attempt to close the gap between
us, dying to touch her, knowing she’s naked under that tee. My body’s been
reacting to her since she walked outside. But again, she backs off towards the
hallway so I stop and hold up my palms. She’s sticking to her guns so far,
withholding what I need.

Frustration urges me to react with sarcasm so I
place my hand over my heart.

“Bethany, I am terribly sorry that when you
asked me to fuck you hard and bite you, it made you feel like an animal. For
what it’s worth, seeing that, only makes me want to do it again. It’s a
reminder of where I’ve been and of what’s mine.”

Beth squints her eyes and I swear I see her
squeeze her thighs together upon hearing my words. Biting the pad of her thumb
provocatively, she tilts her head and looks me up and down, weighing up her
next move I suspect.

“When you put it like that…. I suppose you were
giving me what I asked for, so I accept your apology on the grounds that you
blew my fucking mind in that shower. Actually… seeing evidence of that, of how
you took me, I think it’s hot too.”

I know she means every word. But I don’t know
whether she’s intentionally loading them with sexiness as part of this game of
hers, or if it’s just the way my dick is translating the situation... Either
way, she’s gaining the upper hand.

“So, now that’s sorted. Let me get your little
game straight. Your body is the currency and you’re paying for information presumably
about me, on your terms I take it?”

Beth wiggles her eyebrows in agreement and
slowly slides the tee up her thighs. I make it half a step when she stops me.

“Stay where you are or else I will run.”

“Angel, if you run again I
will
chase
you this time. I’ve been on the treadmill this morning… I’m good to go, trust
me.”

Well, not really but I can manage a decent jog.
Her hungry eyes surprisingly light up at the prospect.

“You wouldn’t. Even if you did, you wouldn’t
catch me.”

It’s written all over her face that she
believes I won’t but I also see a hint of devilishness, daring me to call her
bluff.

“Try me, Angel.”

Before I finish speaking she’s out the door and
I’m in hot pursuit. Beth’s girly giggles and squeals echo around us,
ricocheting off the ceiling beams.

“Keep running, beautiful, it’s helping me build
up an appetite.”

After manoeuvring around the perimeter of the
room, dodging the furniture, she shouts for a timeout. Taking refuge at the other
side of the sofa, she puts us in stalemate whilst she catches her breath. I can’t
help but admire the rise and fall of her chest and the rosy tinge to her cheeks.

Standing with my arms folded across my chest, I
decide to play fair.

“Okay—to reward your feistiness, I’ll tell you
something you’ll find interesting. It’s not juicy, but it’s a start.”

“That’s very sporting of you. I may return the
gesture when you eventually catch me and beg me to let you have your wicked way
with me. I might be sporting and accept whatever you concede to tell me… Maybe.”
She looks me up and down with a sultry look that tells me I could annihilate
her right over there, pressed up against the full length windows and she
wouldn’t resist me. “Come on, Count Jaxula, I’m all ears.”