Fallen Angel (The List #3) (12 page)

After packing up at Wills, stripping the bed,
cleaning the bedroom and finally almost breaking a sweat with the heat of Jax’s
delicious evening meal… I really want to freshen up before Jax has a chance to
get me all dirty again.

I still can’t hear him so I lose my underwear
and open the glass door to enter his deluxe shower area. I’m automatically
catapulted back to the first time I woke up here after punching Mike that
night. I fantasised back then about having him in the shower with me that very morning.

The shower is to die for. Overly sized with a
huge stainless steel showerhead dangling from the ceiling, accompanied by a
multitude of body jets shooting out from left and right, three either side.
Each head is manoeuvrable so you can angle them in all directions. I could
probably have a great time in here on my own actually. In fact…
Note to self:
Ask Jax if it’s worth having one installed in my new place, wherever that may
be.

The water is piping hot in seconds and the
steam’s already billowing around the room in that spellbinding way I love. God,
this is lush and exactly what I need. The jets combat my muscles, massaging my
skin with optimum pressure, forcing my body to give in and relax.

The water’s quite noisy so I only know Jax is
here when I feel a fluttery draft as he opens the glass door behind me. I go to
turn around but he stops me in my tracks.

“Don’t move.” His demanding tone echoes around
the cubicle above the sound of the sprays, sending shivers across my heated
skin in an instant. In the minutes we’ve been parted, he’s slipped into his
controlling side. “You’re beautiful, Angel.” His fingers dance sporadically
over my body from behind. “My mouth’s going to travel over every inch of you
tonight, tasting you.”

Curling his arm around my waist, he spans his
hand between my hips and dips his mouth to my ear. That coarse stubble brushes
against my sensitive skin. He continues in a husky but gentle voice.

“I want to watch myself disappear inside you
slowly—” Jax presses us together so I can feel his hardening erection straining
against my lower back as he drifts the palm of his hand down to cup my pussy. His
touch is achingly soft. “—making you beg for every inch of me until you’re
screaming out my name, showing me how much you’ve missed me.”

I moan aloud at the vision his words inspire
and the feel of his hand teasing me. I subtly push my bottom out and cover his
hand with one of mine, pressing him harder against me.

Opening my mouth to speak, he quickly grips my
jaw hard with his free hand.

“Don’t speak, yet. Don’t touch me, yet.”

That demanding tone is back with a vengeance. I
move my hand back to my side but he thankfully maintains that firmer pressure
between my legs. With his mouth over my ear, he inhales and purposely lets out
a shaky breath that has me buckling at the knees.

That sound alone is eargasmic—such a fucking turn
on. Add to that his forceful grip, plus the massive dick that’s pressing so
hard against my back now that it feels like it’ll leave an indent—my body
responds to him.

My complete trust in him, elicits free rein on
my entire being.

“Trouble is, I don’t just want it slow. I also
want to fuck you. I wanna fuck you fast and deep and feel you come all around
my dick, squeezing me hard inside this delicious pussy of yours.”

My eyes are closed, absorbing his words, I’m
breathing with my lips parted, listening to his hypnotic voice. Leaning back
and rocking against him… Those words.

“Mmm Ja—”

“So, the choice is yours, B. Do you want to
move to the bed and have me take you slow… or stay here and have me fuck you
hard?”

The streaming hot water ripples off our bodies,
making his journey down south an effortless one, as he lets go of my jaw. Sliding
his hand between my breasts, he places both hands on my inner thighs now, in
the same position as when I was sitting downstairs. This time I’m naked and a
helluva lot more worked up. His fingers are so close, I swear I can feel them
entering me even though I know they’re not. His options are both pussy-tinglingly-worthy.
So, just like me, my answer comes easily.

“I want both. Starting here.”

My vulnerable whisper contradicts my determined,
screaming libido.

“Excellent choice.”

Jax moves his hands to my hips, turning me to
face him. I notice he’s covered his stitches with a waterproof pad.

My eyes skate over his sculptured naked body.
Every defined line and pronounced muscle is as exquisite as the last. Even
without training for a few days, he still radiates that awesome gladiatorial
presence that drew me to him from day one.

His body is a work of art with his inked art on
top, extenuating his canvas, adding to his layers of gorgeousness. I look back
into his eyes in time to catch a quick curl of his lips. He’s fully aware of what
he does to me. The way he talks about me, about us, I love it. I can’t get
enough of it. It’s sexyass unfiltered honesty that makes me horny as hell and
desperate for his touch. I know he means every word. It’s not bravado. It’s not
put on. It’s raw, unadulterated passion that’s reflected right back at him from
me.

“Beth, you’re going to tell me what you want. Listen
carefully. Whatever you tell me, I will give it to you.”

There’s no caution flags trying to rein my
mouth in. I look at him for a second and let a sexy smile sneak up on my lips.
I know that he gets off on hearing me talk dirty just as much as I love hearing
him, so there’s no way I’m holding back.

“How
specific
?”

I bite the pad of my thumb and look up at him,
swaying my hips.

“Very.”

I flick my eyes down to his erection and back
up again. I tip toe slightly to get closer to his face so that my sultry
whisper can be heard above the falling water. I take one of his hands and move
it back between my legs.

“Firstly, you’re going to press this thumb
inside me, then you’re going to switch and slide in two fingers, finding the
places that only you’ve ever reached.”

Jax looks down at me, biting onto his bottom
lip. He rubs my opening, sliding back and forth. Effortlessly following my
words, he pushes his thick thumb inside and presses hard. My head rolls back as
I take a second to enjoy having him in my most intimate place once more.

“Stretch me, Jax. I need my pussy ready to take
you.”

“Good girl.” I gasp aloud as he presses deeper,
then expertly switches to two long thick fingers as requested, spreading my
legs further apart. “Then what?”

I take a second to adjust and get my head back
in gear before it slips off to that magical place where thinking isn’t
necessary.

“Even though you’re stretching me, my pussy is
still going to be so tight for you. Then—
fuck.
”

I moan, relishing his deepest touch. He’s intentionally
throwing me off kilter as he strokes my G-spot, which he rightly claimed as his
G-spot. His.

“—Mmm, Jax—
Then, when you turn me around and bend
me over. You’re going to slam this huge, hard cock of yours inside me.”

I take hold of his erection, feeling his full
length with long slow strokes. Now it’s his turn to feel unmanned.

“
F-fuck
.”

He is so firm and ready.

“I will take everything you have to give me,
with pleasure.”

I cup his balls and squeeze gently whilst
working him from root to tip, over and over.

“You’re un-fucking-believable, Angel.”

He grips my breast and dips his mouth down
quickly to flick his tongue over my hard nipple, sucking even harder. I cry out
and squeeze my tight fist tighter, as he continues working those two fingers
deliciously deeply.

Our mouths find each other in sweet harmony
with our tongues colliding in a frantic tryst for control. Our breathing is
erratic. He pulls away, leaving my mouth parted, panting and wanting. Jax
kisses down my neck and sinks his teeth into me, I groan at the sensual sting.

He growls at me, spinning me around quickly,
positioning me so that the jet sprays pound my breasts and my thighs—it’s a
wonderful sensation with him behind me, pressed up firmly against me.

“Keep talking.”

“You’re not going to hold back. You’re gonna
grip my hips and—Jax, what’s…”

“Just keep talking.”

Jax has pulled one of the jet heads away from
the wall on some sort of retractable extension that I didn’t know existed. He
angles it between my legs and targets the forceful spray on the inside of my
thigh. Reaching round to my front with his other hand, he opens me up and tilts
the jet slightly, bit by bit until…

“
Fuck!
”

God, that’s good.
Decision made;
I’m
getting one of these in my new pad for sure.

“Don’t make me wait.”

I swallow hard and persevere. I can do this.
Everything I want to say is acting itself out in my head, I’ve just got to get the
words out of my mouth, even though he’s distracting me. It’ll have to be a
quick version, no fluffing around.

“You’re gonna grip my hips and fuck me
hard
.
Reaching so deep, just—just where I need you.” This is the opposite of water
torture. He rotates the head in small circles, whilst his finger circles my
clit. “I want you to spank me until you leave handprints. You’ll be rough and make
me beg for you to fuck me faster.”

Now he’s breathing hard, biting my ear lobe and
trailing his teeth back down my neck, sucking in places that has my mind
fighting to wander off. He clamps his teeth into my shoulder hard.

“Mmm, yes, Jax. That’s what I want, what I need.
I like you controlling me, taking ownership of what’s yours.”

“You are all mine, Angel.”

“Yes. Always.”

He kisses my shoulder gently and nuzzles into
my neck, a small moment of tenderness amongst the clean water and dirty
visions.

Jax lets go of the jet, which swiftly retracts
back into the wall. He grabs my wrists, slapping my palms against the wall
tiles, one on top of the other. He holds them together in place with one strong,
capable hand. The change in position startles me into wanting to hurry up relaying
what I want him to act out because I need him now.

I instinctively spread my feet wider apart and
he reverts to his gruff, assertive tone once more.

“Then what?”

Whilst Miss Sensible is asking where the condom
is, she’s ambushed from behind by Miss Alter Ego who jumps on her back, covering
up her mouth. She had the time of her life when I stripped the other day but
it’s hard to keep her sated for long. In her dominatrix tone, she helps me out
with the rest of my scene. I try to deliver my final lethal line in the sultriest
voice possible, to make it count.

“You’re gonna let me come and my pussy’s gonna
suck you dry. When you come, Jax—I want you to sink your teeth into me. I want
you to mark me and be possessive of what’s yours because I am yours—and you are
mine.”

He steps back and loses all contact with my
body, other than the hand restraining mine. I tilt my head back, closing my
eyes so that the hot water streams over my hairline, slicking my long hair
straight down my back.

Jax gathers my hair with his free hand,
wrapping it tight around his fist. He yanks my head back forcibly so that his
lips are beside my ear again. In a hoarse voice, filled with need and passion,
he growls, “Angel, when you remove that pretty little halo of yours, you reveal
a beautiful set of fucking horns.”