Fallen Angel (The List #3) (22 page)

Okay, so maybe she’s more than tipsy. Jesus,
were the girls plying her with drinks for the last hour? It seems that I may
have misconstrued matters. I thought she was snuggling into my side, when she’s
actually leaning on me to keep herself upright. Just before we reach the end of
the street, I duck us into a narrow side street and lean her against the wall.

“Hey, how you feeling?”

“Ah-ha… Alone at last.”

“You’ve had more to drink than I realised.”

“Oh God, not you too.” She scoffs, lamely
attempting to push me aside. “
He
used to tell me off for drinking.
Making me feel guilty. Please don’t turn into him, Jax.”

“Firstly, don’t compare me to him, ever, okay?”

“Okay, it’s ju—”

“Secondly, I’m not condemning you for drinking
too much. Plus, you’re out with me, so I know you’re safe. I’m saying that after
those messages you sent me, it had me ready to fuck you at the first
opportunity.”

“Which is now… I’m drunk Jax, not paralytic. I
need you.”

“And I you… But I’m not fucking you here Angel.”

Her pouty bottom lip is out in full effect, as
are her—albeit drunken—puppy dog eyes. She strokes her hands all over my chest,
rubbing her thumbs across my nipples.

“Compromise?”

Moving my hands to her peachy ass, I stroke up and
down, feeling the vibrations of the velvet across my palms.

“Okay, how about I give you something else
you’re eager for; information? Ask me anything and I’ll do my best to satisfy
you that way instead.”

“Ooo, interesting swerve ball Jax... That’s
what I get for dating a successful, negotiating businessman. Okay then, you’re
on. But I’ll wait ’til we’re in the car, I need to gather my thoughts… I’m not
wasting this juicy opportunity. I’m drunk, not stupid.”

“Agreed. Now let’s get your sexy ass out of
this cold.”

Wrapping my arm back around her, we walk a few
more minutes to the 4x4. I settle her into the passenger seat and walk around
to my side, acknowledging along the way that I just turned down sex.
I
just
turned down
fucking
fucking!

I start up the car and set the seat heater to
warm Beth up. All the time, her facial expressions are acting out her thoughts
as she considers what to ask me.

The roads are quiet as I pull off and we drive
in silence. The colour returns to her cheeks and the drive settles her head a
little.

“Got it. I’ve got it. Why ‘X’?” There’s so many
questions she could’ve gone for—I wasn’t expecting this. “I’m guessing it’s a
code name but why? Why would you need a code name with Jack and Carmel?”

This answer could be encapsulated in a few
truthful sentences but no matter what I say, it will only raise more questions.
I’ve got to be careful not to open a whole can of worms but at the same time,
this is part of my journey to revealing all.

Although she is stronger than she realises,
it’s true that she is also vulnerable. She hasn’t got a bad bone in her body—accept
when I’m plunging my fingers into her that is.

I have some loose ends to tie up before I can
really feel ready to speak to her about my past properly but maybe I’m clinging
onto these last few days because part of me knows that she won’t accept me once
I’ve filled in the blanks.

“When I met Carmel, she knew me as Jax but she
introduced me to some of her acquaintances as ‘X’. She didn’t ask and I didn’t
object. As you know, I like my privacy, so it stuck. These people had no need
to know who I was. Jack is the only person that I have met as ‘X’ and then gone
on to later tell him my name.”

“But—”

“I know. That doesn’t explain why though. Sorry.
What about if I told you that Jax wasn’t my
real
name either?”

“
What?
”

“It’s true. I changed my name to Jax shortly
after I left my old life behind. Once I’d decided I wasn’t going back, I wanted
to forget about everything and it helped me get a fresh start.”

“Jeez. This is crazy. So what is it, your real
name?”

“You’re not upset?”

“Upset? No. I’m confused. But, I’m kinda used
to that by now. So?”

“Joseph. My real name is Joseph Carter. Nobody
knows that little nugget of information Angel. Well, accept for my boss. I told
them for some irrational reason but thankfully I’ve not been made to regret it.
I’ve obviously covered my back in watertight paperwork. It’s not the kind of
thing I’d like appearing in the media.”

Beth’s eyes seem to have glazed over. I’m not
even sure she’s still listening to me.

“I did think about looking into your company
online. After all, you once told me that stalkerish tendencies were a massive
turn on for you.”

“So why didn’t you—check me out?”

“I’d rather stick to checking you out face to
face… I’ve put my faith and trust in you. I’d rather hear things from you, not
read about them. The thought of seeing photographs of you was the most
intriguing. I know it was only a few years ago but still.”

“Well, I’ve had most of them deleted so there
wouldn’t be much to find. I’ve changed quite a bit. Bulked out, inked up more and
shaved my head. Unrecognisable to most. I’ve actually seen businessmen I’ve
dealt with previously and they’ve not had a clue.”

“Is that another reason why you don’t conform
to a management suit and tie at work?”

“Maybe. I’ve never been one to conform to
anything Angel. I like to live by my own rules.”

We drive a few more minutes in silence.

“Joseph… But you kept ‘Carter’, which tells me
that you didn’t want to cut all ties… Maybe not a completely fresh start then.”

“It
was
a fresh start Beth.”

I shrug. But maybe she’s right. It would’ve
been easy to change my name completely, officially. But my family agreed not to
come for me, so there was no need to change everything. One thing my family are
strong on is promises. I promised to remain involved in the family business and
they promised to let me go. My mother also added that that promise extended to
‘…until I’m ready to return.’ They were adamant that I just needed to get my
shit together and I was too. But I soon realised that day was a long way away.
So I never gave them reason to hope.

Beth makes no attempts to hide that she’s
trying to gauge my thoughts. At the next set of traffic lights, I lean over and
kiss her, reassuring her that we’re still okay. As I go to break away she bites
down on my bottom lip and giggles. A car behind starts honking their horn so I
have to tickle her into submission.

Back to driving and she returns to the
conversation.

“Joseph is a beautiful name… Not that Jax
isn’t. I love them both… The names I mean. I love your names.”

“Well, good because I’m sticking with Jaxson. Plus,
I like how ‘Jax’ sounds on your lips.”

I stroke my fingers across her thigh but she pulls
my hand from her lap and up to her mouth.

“I like how you sound when you’re
between
my lips more.”

Suggestively sucking my thumb, her tongue
action efficiently reminds my dick that I should be fucking her sweet pussy
right now.

“Is that right, Angel?”

Sunday 26
^th
April 2015

2:43am

Beth

A
fter satisfying my taste buds with their
favourite flavour during the car journey home, it seemed to effectively replace
the alcohol fuelling my veins. Sobering me up. He possesses me—re-igniting my
hunger to have him.

As soon as we’d pulled into the garage, I
passed him a condom from the glove box and waited impatiently. He hesitated and
I knew he wanted to take me into the house but I remained firm—as did he—which resulted
in his erect penis and I, winning the battle.

Once the condom was on, he rolled his seat back
and I didn’t need another invitation before I pounced on him. I rode him
quickly with long deep strokes that rubbed my clit and inner walls blissfully.

Sometimes a
pull-your-panties-to-the-side-quickie
is just what’s needed to take the edge of all of the craziness.

When we finally got to his bedroom he
encouraged me to drink the water he’d gotten for me, which was actually refreshing
and much needed. Apparently, tonight’s diet of cocktails and cock was a recipe
for dehydration.

We were too tired for a shower and the
proposition of an intimate wash with a warm washcloth by my red hot man, was
quickly accepted. Of course, I returned the gesture and the whole time we
talked more, continuing the conversation about his name and his family.

I know that something happened to send Jax
spiralling into what I would refer to as kamikaze mode. He is a successful man
with ambition and tremendous potential, yet he gave it all up. He walked out of
one life and stepped onto a blank canvas… But why?

Jax told me that his family didn’t agree with
his decision but they respected it. They agreed that he needed time and space
to get his head together, which told me that this doesn’t have to be a
permanent life choice—even if he believes that to be the case.

In their eyes, it seems as though it was a
temporary solution but Jax paints the story differently. I asked him if it
means there’s hope he can reconnect with his family, especially now that he’s
made steps to break the cycle of his mundane work-workout-eat-sleep routine.

Maybe I was being presumptuous in hoping that I
can have that much of a positive impact on him so soon into our relationship.
Jax said that he wants to give us a chance without overcomplicating things. He
does seem happier and more content now than when I met him. It’s also not
difficult to notice that over the last few days, it’s like a weight has been
lifted off his shoulders. But I still sense it hovering above us like an anvil.

There’s something looming on the horizon. I
know he’s preparing to confide in me wholeheartedly but there’s something
stopping him. I trust him, so I won’t push him and if I’m honest with myself,
I’m batshit crazy that this ‘thing’ is going to undo us. I don’t want it to
change the way I feel about him but I’m scared to death that that’s exactly
what’s going to happen. Why else would he be so weary?

He told me, “To be honest, the thought of
introducing you to my overzealous family scares the crap out of me, especially
considering once upon a time I resigned myself to the fact that there was a
good chance I’d never speak to them again.”

From that sentence, one word echoed over and
over in my head;
was
. I still have hope and for now, that’s enough.

Not wanting to end a fun night with heavy
conversation and in reward for his openness, the Bank of Beth deposited a
shitload into his account. Jax decided to make an instant withdrawal by way of
us watching a porno with the addition of Jaxson rules.

Such a typical thing for us to do. We always
rebalance by reconnecting physically. I don’t know if it’s normal or healthy
but sex has such powerful capabilities. It can make and break relationships—I’ve
been on the receiving end of both possibilities. It can heal insecurities, providing
comfort and reassurance. Besides the obvious mind-blowing orgasms and extreme
pleasure. Sex with Jax is a lot of things and ‘therapeutic’ is just one of them.

“Hey, daydreamer.”

“Sorry… So what’s this about then? Is there
some stereotypical
I’ve-come-to-fix-your-leaky-pipe
type storyline?”

“That would be telling. Okay, the rules are
that we watch but don’t speak. We touch… but only with our hands.”

“
What?
That’s ridiculous.” I reach for
the DVD case. “How long’s this thing on for?”

“Only forty-five minutes. You ready?”

I kiss him and nod so Jax hits play. We’re snuggled
together, warm and naked underneath the blanket. I’m toying with the idea of
trying to abstain instigating any touching, to teach him a lesson about his
silly rules. But after ten minutes, the chances of that happening are rapidly
diminishing.

There’s a hot couple in a beautiful hotel suite
and they’re on the run from the police. The main girl is actually nothing like
what I expected, then I realise that she sort of resembles me, with her long
brown hair, big breasts and wide hips. I wonder if that’s why he chose it.

Her character is playing hard to get and her
boyfriend is throwing crass innuendos around like there’s no tomorrow.
Flirting, touching her seductively, enough to get my body tingling, but
apparently not hers because she’s not showing willing. There’s bags of money on
the table and he’s bragging about his fortune and evading the police.

Sirens start in the background and the guy
starts panicking, wielding a realistic looking gun around. But the girl—she’s
cool as a cucumber. Being captured is imminent. Two policeman burst through the
door. She ends up handcuffed, sitting on the floor, leaning against the table in
nothing but her underwear. The other policeman drags the gunman out and I
forget for a minute that this is supposed to be an adult film. Where’s all the
fu…

O-okay, I see where this is heading.

The sexiest policeman, with biceps bursting out
of his short sleeved uniform, roughly hoists the girl to her feet and things
start heating up quickly when the atmosphere in the room changes both on the
screen and here. The eyefucking is blatant but reminds me of the first time I
laid eyes on my gladiator. The officer removes his hat and strokes the key to
the cuffs down her cleavage, then lower, over her tanned skin and toned torso
until he reaches her thong, where he deposits it beneath the red elastic.

Jeez, this is so much better than that pirate
porno I watched in here by myself before. Jax selected wisely tonight.

As I watch the screen, I imagine it’s Jax and
I. I try to snuggle closer into his body but we’re already glued tight. As the policeman
tears his shirt off—officer of the law in a press-studded shirt, who knew?—Jax’s
hands starts to wander more intently.

We watch as the girl is fiercely seduced, she’s
already putty in his hands, in stark contrast to how she was with her partner
in crime. No more playing hard to get, she’s like a deer caught in the
headlights.

Still handcuffed, he lowers her onto the bed
and removes the rest of his clothes.

Talk about a truncheon! Perhaps being tied up
wouldn’t be as daunting as I’d thought. I wonder if Jax realises that when I’m
getting turned on by this guy, it’s really only ever him.

Soon enough, I’m handling Jax’s own truncheon
and reminding myself of how wonderfully lucky I am to have this frequently
inside me. As the guy goes down on her—seemingly to retrieve the missing key—Jax
works his magic between my legs and brings me to climax simultaneously with
her. It’s a new experience for me and it’s intoxicating.

Jax continues to mimic the actions on screen
but it’s obvious we’re both desperate to get our mouths on one another. Next,
the policeman laps his tongue over her pussy. Jax flutters his fingers, working
my clit up into another frenzy as it pulsates from watching this guy suck her
bare pussy close-up on screen.

The penetrative sex is explicit and definitely arousing.
Jax turns the volume up on the surround sound speakers, creating our own little
world. It reminds me of the bubble he created in his car on that unforgettable evening
of crazy car sex.

The sounds of her cries and the slapping flesh,
lead Jax to come all over my clenched fist.

I get it now. I understand why he limited us to
hands only. We would never have gotten through this film otherwise. The
experience of watching another couple having sex, notwithstanding the acting,
is major foreplay of its own. By the time the sneaky little vixen has cunningly
fucked him into handcuffs, in a crafty twist, she’s out the door with two bags
of cash and not so much as a
‘Thank you Officer Orgasm’.

Jax wastes no time in making it very clear that
he too has been desperate to get his mouth all over me, to consume me. My cock-hungry
mouth’s so familiar with him now, it’s second nature to give him oral pleasure
and drive him wild. It still feels liberating to be this confident with his
body and mine. I suck him greedily for the third time today, knowing every time
that it’ll never be enough. I bring him close but not too close.

Jax flips me around like a gymnast, into a
sixty-nine position and dives in to eat my pussy with the precision and skills I’ve
become accustomed to. I realise when he spreads my ass cheeks inches from his
face, that although I still feel vulnerable, it’s in a way that’s sexually enticing
and not at all intimidating.

I want him to take control so I urge him to do
so. Knowing my body better than I do myself, Jax sets to move his lubricated
fingers further back. Rather than tensing up this time, I relax into the moment
and grant him the access he needs to glide into me. His finger still feels strange
there but the sensation is incredible when combined with all that he does to me
and for me.

Will he ever stop rousing the irresistible muse
within me, making me want to devote myself evermore to him? Does that make me
weak, even though I feel stronger than ever? I think I’m hiding behind him. But
if I have to step out on my own, will I crumble? I need to get through this
with Jax. I need to fight for us because, quite frankly, I don’t want to
imagine a life without him in it. I’ve always drawn from his strength and from
now on I will use it to help him over these final hurdles.

Lord knows I’ve made my mistakes but since
knowing Jax, he has either given me space or pressure—depending on which I
needed. He’s held my hand down new paths, empowering me to explore. I’ve grown
and learned so much about myself since he came into my life.

I roll out my hips, pressing my backside out,
exposing myself for him. Moving his cock to my breasts, my cleavage rides him
whilst my nipples gain their stimulation from his rough hair and ripped abs.
This gives my mouth perfect access to pay attention to his balls. His groans
vibrate within me.

Leaning up on one hand, I embrace his long
length and caress him. My earlier orgasm has me feeling extra sensitive.

With my five senses being so deliciously
assaulted from all angles, it’s almost a feeling of claustrophobia;

The
scent
of our fiery sex is in the heated
air.

The
taste
of him as I flick my tongue
across his cock.

The
sight
of his tongue working miracles
on my pussy as my eyes follow up the length of his defined, shadowed body.

The
feel
of his impeccable mouth on me
with his fingers twisting pain into one nipple as the other hand pushes one, or
maybe two thick fingers in and out of my tight but willing hole, stretching and
filling me.

The
sound
of my arousal combined with his
carnal growls, knowing he gets off on how much I trust and surrender my body
completely to him.

My orgasm builds up but the intensity makes it
somehow feel delicate, almost fragile. Short spasms burst from my body as I
fight against the mass of stimuli.