Fallen Angel (The List #3) (19 page)

“Unfortunately, my boss doesn’t agree with my
somewhat…
controversial
methods of attaining satisfactory examination
results. So this’ll have to remain strictly confidential.” Leaning down to his
ear, I whisper, “It’ll be our little secret.”

“What exactly are you suggesting?”

“Mr Carter, the only way I’ll know if your body
is capable, is simply by having you
prove
it to me.”

Where I’ve folded back the duvet, I place my
knees on the sheeted mattress and tug the duvet down past my shins, leaving it
just covering his ankles.

Looking back at his newly exposed erection my
mouth instinctively reacts forcing me to swallow. His cock always looks so deliciously
inviting.

I move myself forward so that my pussy’s flush
against the underside of his thick root. With timid movements, I slowly rock
back and forth, realising just how wet I already am for him. There’s something so
gratifying about being made to wait.

“Does that sound like something you’d be
interested in, Sir?”

“Yes.” His enthusiastic response is instant,
revealing his impatience. “Am I allowed to touch you and talk freely now?”

“I’d be disappointed if you didn’t. Although,
as this is purely for
professional
purposes, I don’t think it’s
appropriate for you to kiss me. That’s unnecessarily intimate.”

“So I can fuck your brains out but I can’t kiss
you… on the lips?”

Albeit mocking, he makes a good point but it’s
the best I could come up with. How I managed to squeeze sentimentality into
these crazy circumstances is beyond me. But considering he’s about to have sex
with ‘Nurse Taylor’, I want to keep his kisses sacred between Beth and Jax
only.

“That’s correct. But to clarify; you can’t kiss
these
lips—” I add suggestively, puckering my painted lips. Jax
immediately kneads his thumbs into the ultra-sensitive area high inside my
thighs. “Mmmm… Over to you then Sir. You are now in complete control. I’m all
yours.” Hallelujah! I’ve tried my utmost and he seems to be enjoying it but I
am definitely much more at ease when Jax is looking after me. My sexual magician
is officially released and I can’t wait. “Would you like me to undress for you?”

Like the flick of a switch, my domineering Jax
resurfaces.

“I’ll decide if, when and by whom, thank you
Nurse.”

And just like that, the roles have seamlessly reversed.

So, I remove my stethoscope and headband and throw
them on the bed. Dropping my head back, I shake my hair from side to side. Flicking
my head forward, I let my hair tumble over my breasts and put my hands on my
hips.

Now
I’m ready for him.

Jax

B
efore she knows it, I’m on her, catching her
off guard. Tugging her hair behind her back, she screams and falls back onto
the bed.

Simultaneously, I draw my legs up underneath me
so that I’m hovering over her on my knees. She flicks her legs up and plants
her feet either side of me, her legs spread wide. Our heated skin melds,
picking up the pace of the adrenalin pumping through my veins. I’ve been
keeping it at bay until now.

The control in this relationship belongs with
me, I only let her borrow it occasionally.

Of course deep down I know that the true control—the
control that has the ability to change my life—belongs entirely to her. She’s
always had it. It’s stashed away so secretly, she’s oblivious to it herself.
Ultimately, she calls the shots. She has me, she doesn’t know it, but I fucking
do.

The things this girl does to me, inside and
out. This woman is special. She’s laid out before me, allowing me to call her
mine. The first person I’ve ever wanted to call mine.

“Nurse Taylor, I have been waiting to enter you
from the second you entered this room.”

I still have a hold of her hair and use it to
angle her head, giving me free access to her soft neck. She said not to kiss
her mouth but the rest of her body bares no restrictions.

I nuzzle into her hair behind her ear and groan
as she responds with a whimper and a full body shiver. She smells edible, as
usual.

“You are so fucking sexy in this—” I peel down
one side of the material, letting her left breast fall freely. “Exquisite. I idolize
your body, every inch of it. I’m gonna show you how much. Starting here.”

Dipping my mouth to the base of her neck, I place
feather light kisses over her skin, leading first to her shoulder and then down
to her bare breast. By the time my tongue is encircling her nipple, her
breathing becomes erratic.

Lord knows, I’m a connoisseur of her body, so I
introduce my teeth to the banquet. My cock is already at the head of the table,
salivating in readiness for its turn to feast.

Peeling away the second strip, revealing her
right breast, I start teasing and pleasing her nipples alternately. Making them
as hard as each other, but never as hard as I am. I tell her what she does to
me and how agonising it’s been to not touch her whenever I pleased.

Everywhere my mouth travels, my hot breath meets
the heat of her skin. From her shoulders to her fingertips, from her ankles to
her hips. My mouth matches her response. As her breathing picks up, so does my
pressure. When she gently starts working her hips, I start sucking and biting
at her lovely soft flesh.

This outfit is obsolete now, gathering around
her midriff. I lift the flimsy piece of fabric that’s ambitiously masquerading
itself as a skirt, giving my eager eyes the delightful sight they’ve been
waiting for. Her preened pussy entices me with a sharp pull of the invisible
twine that’s attached to my dick twenty-four-seven—whether she’s present or
not.

My hard dick is literally aching to be inside of
her. I’ve recently realised that burying myself in Beth, is the only place
capable of granting detachment from all things unrelated to her.

After showering her body with meaningful kisses,
I’ve worked her up into a frenzy with her legs clamped around my waist tightly.
Her cheeks are flushed, her lips are parted and her breathing is ragged. That
lipstick hasn’t budged and still seems to be whispering ‘
Imagine me
stretched around your cock’,
which were the first words I heard when I
opened that picture message earlier.

“How’s
your
heart rate, Nurse Taylor?”

She gulps hard and thrusts her hips up against
my straining cock.

“Mine? Oh, nothing I can’t handle, Sir.”

But her words are shaky.

And fuck me, ‘
Sir’
coming out of her
mouth sounds ridiculously bad in a ludicrously good way.

“You know, no matter how delicious your body
tastes, there will always be favouritism. Like here…” I kiss my magical spot
just behind and below her ear. “And here…” With soft suction on each nipple,
she whimpers and digs her nails into my shoulder blades.

“
Please
just—”

“Just what, Nurse Taylor?” I tease.

With her thighs easing up their vicelike grip,
her hand urges my head downwards gently. Rolling her hips forward persuasively,
I can’t help smirking but bury my smile in her torso. I make my way down south
casually, to her despair.

“
Just
—” Still with one hand pushing my
playfully stubborn head, I watch her reach down with the other and skim through
her pussy. “—I need your mouth
here
.”

“What,
here
?”

Lowering my head, I bury my nose in her sweet
hair, inhaling whilst gripping her legs roughly. I press my tongue at the apex
of her thick thighs and leisurely lick upwards, following the crease of her
leg. She stills and moans, absorbing the sensation. But before my tongue has
chance to give her any kind of tangible release, I move over and repeat on the
other side.

“No.”

Wriggling her hips, she tries to entice my
mouth into her tasty little pussy. The scent of her arousal has me desperate to
please her, knowing that wetness was made strictly for me. Evidence of how good
we are together.

“I’m not going to eat this tight pussy until I hear
you ask me properly.”

Answering without caution, showing her lack of
inhibitions, is yet more evidence as to how well we work as one.

“Can you bury your mouth… just there?”

“Try harder.”

“Can you eat my pussy senseless—until nothing
else matters?”

That husky breathless voice is beautiful. I
hover my lips over her, holding onto my restraint like the tethers to a wild
horse. I’m still waiting. If she only knew what I was waiting for, I guarantee
I wouldn’t still be waiting.

Moving my hands further up, I spread her pussy out
before me and study the feast I’m about to devour. I torment her with the tip
of my tongue, tracing the outline of her pussy as she jolts and twitches her
hips in response.

“I wanna ride your tongue ’til you taste what
you do to me.”

Fuck, her innocent little mouth’s good.
But I shake my head
from side to side mercilessly, brushing my stubbled jaw against the inside of
her trembling thigh muscles. She definitely likes me unshaven and it’s
beginning to grow on me too—pun intended.

“I’m still waiting,
Nurse
.”

I drop her a hint, whilst baring my teeth and
gently stroke the hardness across her soft clit.

“F-fuck—Sir.”

“Good girl.”

Immediately the flat of my tongue strokes
upwards in one slow, satisfying move, like licking the hottest ice-cream cone
in the world. I ease my thumb inside and feel her wetness, which has me
imagining fluidly riding her, skin to skin. When that moment comes, it’ll feel
unreal inside this dick-glove of a pussy that belongs to me.

I follow up with my second thumb. She moans aloud
and I pull my head back enough so that I can enjoy the impressive view. Pressing
harder with my hands, I force my thumbs further in and around, stretching her velvety
walls.

With her chin tilted to the ceiling and her
mouth gaping wide apart, she breathes heavily, lacing each exhale with a ball
twitching cry. Her hands are clawing at the mattress, trying to pinch a grip on
the bed sheets as she arches her back and displays her magnificent breasts in a
pose that’ll be tattooed in my memory forever. Simply beautiful.

Pushing my knees back, I reposition myself and dive
all in, giving her pussy the attention it’s been craving. In a matter of
minutes, I have her riding my long tongue as it penetrates her whilst my thumb
takes care of her clit. I feast on her as she comes. I taste what I do to her,
just like she wanted. She’s still quivering and pulsing.

“This pussy belongs to me.” I state, without
question. “Nobody can
ever
make you feel like this. Your pleasure—all of
it—is ours.”

“Always.”

There’s a fire of passion in her voice that
fills me with hope. Yes, she still makes me hopeful.

“There can be nobody else. I’ve ruined you.” I
climb her body, noticing the veins bulging out of my arms. We’re nose to nose
and she gulps hard as our eyes lock into the intensity rushing between us.
“Just like you’ve ruined me.”

With teary-eyes, she purses her lips together
tightly and responds with a slow nod. I feel closer to saying the words I’ve never
uttered, but somehow there’s always a whisper of dreaded doubt that talks me
down off the ledge.

“Now stand up and put on those fuck-me heels so
I can oblige.”

Letting out the last of the shaky breath she’s
apparently been holding in, she lights up the room with her beautiful smile.
Nipping a pinch of skin on the inside of her bottom lip, she drags it out and
whispers mischievously, “Yes, Sir.”

So I do just that. I take her whilst she lays
on her back with her legs akimbo, locked out straight in the shape of a ‘V’. On
bended knees between her legs, I hold onto her ankles and build up a ferocious
rhythm as I drink in her beautiful jolting body.

After one condom, my cock isn’t near ready to
call it a night so I roll on another. Flipping her on the side, I scissor-fuck
her hard, cutting away my bullshit past—for now.

Now the banquet is over. The scraps of material
are still bunched up around her synced waist. My eyes feast on the perfect
proportions of her glistening delicate body.

“So, how did I do, Nurse Taylor?”

“Hmm… I’m afraid the results are inconclusive, Mr
Carter. Looks like we may need to repeat the tests—” My ravenous dick twitches
in agreement against her slender thigh, as she’s sprawled out on top of me,
nuzzling into my chest. “—whoa, down boy. You’ll have to make another
appointment for that.”

Beth is my beacon of light. As long as she’s
with me, that light will penetrate into the dark corners held within me. My
feelings for her are what has led me to step out of the shadows. My urge to
protect her and cherish her sweet soul is what has me pleading for that part of
my life to be locked away for good and unable to taint her purity. But part of
my past will remain ever present until my deed is done.

I will tell her everything soon, but not until
I know she’s not at risk. I have to check and double-check that all angles are
covered and that any sense of possible danger has been eradicated.

Am I a bad person?
I guess that answer
lies in the heart of this woman and I’ll know what it is soon enough.

In the meantime, we will continue basking in
our shared time together. Until she knows my past, I won’t be confessing how
deep my feelings flow. It would be wrong to let her hear that before she’s
heard the rest. She needs to judge me without the added distraction of my heart
in her way.

Beth’s breathing is slow and steady. That
familiar pattern tells me she’s drifted off to sleep. I slip out of her grasp, covering
her with the duvet. Her expression is peaceful but I know that even though her
huge caring heart stops her from pushing me for answers, the questions will
hang over us like a brooding black cloud until the time is right to face the
storm.

“Soon, Angel.”