Fallen Angel (The List #3) (24 page)

I pick up my phone from the table, reminding me
that my list needs updating, whilst I make my way upstairs. I cross off four
more, including 19 and 30. Jax never overpromises
or
under delivers so I
know they’re in the bag tonight. I’m not having a night of kink shelved by
another emergency.

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

My tummy’s secretly snowballing with nervous
excitement. With last night’s vision of that girl handcuffed still fresh in my
mind, I think it’s the ideal time to try this one out.

I go straight to the guest bedroom. The ball of
nervous energy is now ping ponging around inside of me as I frantically search
for the one outfit I’ve been dying to find the right occasion for. It’s the
stockings, suspenders and beautiful basque set that I bought on the shopping
spree I went on after writing my list.

Laying out the lingerie on the bed, I dash to
the bathroom with my silk robe in hand. I clean my teeth, gargle mouthwash then
brush my hair and tie it back into a high ponytail so that the ends dance
between my shoulder blades. Shedding all clothes, I freshen myself up and slip
on the silk robe. Gathering my clothes up off the floor, I head back to the guest
bedroom.

The process of donning this ensemble serves to
transform my state of mind as well as my look. I thought the nurse’s outfit worked
wonders for my confidence but this—this has me fantasising about the ways I’d
like to fuck myself. I feel so freakin’ sexy, yet sophisticated.

The basque is in a deep red wine with a classy
floral embellished black design. The silky fabric running down the sides of my
ribcage and hips are framed either side with long bones, cinching my frame into
an exaggerated hourglass figure. The bones are quite flexible so it’s not
difficult to move—or breathe! The underwired bust enhances my cleavage without overexposing
myself.

To look at it, you’d think I needed two friends
to help me get into it without risking physical injury. But I bought it
specifically because even somebody insexperienced like I am—
was
—can
manage it. It’s fastened by hook and eyes down the front centre, followed by
criss-crossed laces down the back, which I’ve pulled tight and secured with a
simple bow at the small of my back.

The basque covers about halfway down my bottom
concealing the top of my G-string—no doubt Jax will want to claim this ‘G’ for
himself too! When I unwrapped the G-string, I was pleasantly surprised to find
that it contained the crotchless version of the design. I categorically did not
choose this so I suspect I’ll be thanking Wills for her interference tomorrow.

My black suspenders are simple, gripping onto
the thick band of pretty lace design at the top of my stockings, which I’ve teamed
up with my red souled bad boy Louboutin heels.

I’m ready Sir. Come and get me... x

I pose confidently in the bedroom doorway with
one hand on my hip and the other stretched up leaning on the doorframe. I feel
every bit like the tempting little seductress I was aiming for. Miss Seductive
is outdoing herself!

I hear his bedroom door open and a deliciously inked,
ripped and topless Jax starts padding barefoot casually down the hallway
towards me, looking down at his phone.

Like an epiphany, the vision of the tattoo I
want pops into my head and makes me crack my confident pose with a giggle. I
quickly shake it away because I want this to be the most jaw dropping ‘Ta-da’
moment ever!

When he hears me, he raises his head and
catches sight of me. His stride falters, coming to a standstill and he drops
his phone onto the padded carpet.

Brilliant, I’d pay fucking good money for an action
replay of that. I maintain my composure, simply raising a smug eyebrow in
acknowledgement of his hesitation. Inside, Miss Seductive is dishing out
high-fives and fist pumping the air.

I notice his lips curl up slightly in amusement
of his own reaction but then it’s gone, replaced by a sexy seriousness. The
fuck-me
expression all over his face causes my vagina butterflies to flutter.

This man is capable of destroying me yet I
stand here willing for him to take me. I quickly make a wish on every freckle on
this entire planet that that day of destruction never comes.

But now is not the time to let Miss Sensible
become Chief of the fun police, I don’t need reminding of the precarious state
of my relationship with the incredible man standing before me.

He crouches to collect his phone without moving
his eyes from my body. Pressing something on the screen, he outstretches his
arm, holding the phone up to me. I hear the shutter sound effect once, twice
then three times but I remain poised.

Pocketing his phone in the back of his worn blue
jeans, he prowls towards me again.

My thumping heart clashes with his confident
strides. When he reaches me, I half expect him to grab my hand and drag me back
the way he came. Instead, his hands encircle my waist and tug me flush against
his firm body. My hands fly to his bare chest to steady myself. These heels
bring my eyes perfectly in line with his skilful lips, urging me to run my
tongue along my own lips in readiness for him.

Jax moves his cheek to brush against mine, bringing
those warm lips to my ear to whisper. “You look fucking incredible Angel. I
think I’m the one that may need restraining tonight.”

Leaning back, he looks down at my basque and
inhales through gritted teeth. I see pure fiery passion in his eyes. Seeing my own
feelings reflected in his behaviour has my pussy pulsing harder, longing for Jax’s
touch. He squeezes my waist then runs his fingers up the sides of my basque.

I stroke up his chest, moving my hands to the
back of his neck. His thumbs follow the hem of the fabric across my breasts to
meet in the middle where his cupped palms hover.

I feel his restraint as his whole body tenses up.
In stark contrast, my body feels like I’m melting into him.

“Bedroom.” He commands.

But I need him right now, I need something and
with his lips so close to mine.

“Kiss me and
then
I’ll come.”

Amused at my unintended insinuation, he smiles
boyishly.

“Is that right?” I roll my eyes, smiling. “That
sounds like a challenge, Miss Taylor.”

Turning me to plant my back against the inside
of the doorframe, he teases me with his lips. Brushing against mine, going to
kiss me then pulling back whenever I try to reciprocate. He strokes the tip of
his tongue around my parted lips.

“Jax—one kiss, that’s all.”

“Patience.” Raising my hands above my head, he
places them either side of the top of the doorframe, with one inside the
bedroom and the other on the outside. My heels allow this position without the
need to stretch too much. “Don’t move.”

Running his fingers down the insides of my
arms, sends shivers of anticipation to the tips of my toes. His fingers don’t
stop, they continue to trail down the length of my body until he’s on his
knees. He grabs my half covered ass cheeks and snakes his head to smother his
face between my legs.

When he inhales deeply, that sole arousing act
contracts my inner muscles and I feel how wet I am for him already. My knees threaten
to buckle so he holds me tighter. I dig my fingers into the wooden frame above,
gripping harder and bearing more of my own bodyweight.

He mutters into the fabric, “God, if only you knew
what you do to me.”

The basque is thin enough to send the heat of
his words straight through and onto my skin.

Jax brings his hands from my ass to the backs
of my knees and urges my legs further apart. My suspenders hold the fabric taut
but it lifts enough to reveal my holey secret. He looks up at me with his greedy
green eyes, shaking his head in disbelief at the distinct lack of fabric.

I squirm my hips around under his gaze, failing
to purge the desperation echoing within me. As if the picture wasn’t seductive
enough, he bites onto his bottom lip. He said not to move, so I look away to
stop myself from letting go of this stupid ledge and doing whatever I need to
do to get him inside of me now.

Resting my back against the woodwork, I close
my eyes just as I hear him curse under his breath. He switches his arms to the
inside of my legs and in one swift skilful move, takes hold of the tops of my
thighs and lifts me up off the floor.

I squeal with surprise but automatically open
up to accommodate him, swinging my legs over his hench shoulders, not wanting to
topple off balance—or scratch my Louboutin’s!

“What the fuck, Jax?”

I half laugh whilst still in shock.

“Change of plan, Angel… Turns out, your pussy is
exceptionally persuasive this evening.”

My head is now level with my forearms and my
back is pressed against the wood, supporting some of my weight. With his
fingers pressing hard into my ass cheeks, his thumbs lie inside my thighs, rubbing
the hypersensitive skin.

The material of the basque has ridden up
slightly, tightening the suspenders but there’s no need to unclip them. The
access granted is more than enough to present Jax with the room he needs to
work his oral magic.

“If I kiss you here—” He dips his face into my
pussy, where the basque masks his mouth. “—will you come
hard
for me?”

“Mmm, yes.” He is purposely barely touching me.
“Wherever. Whenever.”

His solid body is so strong. Even
post-stabbing, he lifted me like a feather and holds me steady as though it’s
no effort. It shouldn’t still amaze me but it does. I concentrate solely on the
fact that his lips are brushing against mine and I’m a tongue away from coming.

“I like that.”

Jerking me forwards an extra inch, so that my
pussy is flush against his face, he licks me wide open and forces his tongue
deep into me. I whimper with relief.

When Jax tastes me, his appreciative moans are
muffled. He works the outside, sucking softly.

“You’re so fucking wet for me. I love eating
your pussy.”

Jax means every word. I know he loves it. He
sets back to work, fulfilling his mission to make me come hard.

I want to press my fingers into his head and
ride his tongue under my governance. But in this position, that’s not possible.
I am forced to submit to taking whatever his mouth gives me and accepting all the
pleasure it brings in its entirety. It feels so good to be in the hands—and
mouth—of somebody so extremely capable and utterly in tune with my body.