Fallen Angel (The List #3) (33 page)

“Jax, there’s no room for anything to get in
between us. I promise I will do my best to not let that happen and I know you
will too. You may not believe that you’re capable of loving me, but in my heart
I already feel loved by you. Maybe it’s my hopes and dreams and wild imagination
getting carried away in a twisted up fairytale, but I swear I feel it, Jax. I need
you to know that.”

I’ve already caused her pain through my
selfishness. There’s no way I am going to make the same mistake again. I will
not tell her how I feel, only to confuse her and hurt her in a few days. I
can’t do that to her again, fill her heart with my love and feed her impossible
fairy tale. I’m no prince.

“Listen carefully, Angel. I fucking
love
that you love me—and I fucking
hate
that you’ll hate me.” She goes to
speak but I catch her mouth in mine, rolling her onto her back. “What’s done is
done and we’re going to talk about everything in a few days. So I’d like to
wish
that my girl and I concentrate on having a dirty weekend full of sex, not
stress?”

“Sixth wish granted… So I’m still your girl?”

“Always—even when you’re not.”

Saturday 2
^nd
May 2015

1.08am

Beth

O
rgasms are absolutely incredible. I take a
brief moment to take pity on my pussy for the years of neglect—but that moment’s
short lived because thankfully I have an optimistic pussy that doesn’t dwell on
the past. It’s all about appreciating the here and now.

There should at least be a day of the year
where orgasms are celebrated globally. It’s the least us humans should do
considering our anatomy has been blessed with experiencing such wonderful
things. How about it, Orgasm Day? We have Valentine’s Day to celebrate love so
there should be a day dedicated to good old fucking and the beautiful orgasms
that come as a result of said fucking.

Celebrating Orgasms Worldwide Day – C.O.W Day.

“Happy COW Day!”

“What you got planned?”

“Erm, probably a multiple then maybe slip in a
self-made. I may even steal one in silence from my hairdresser later on!”

Instead of showering each other with gifts, we
shower them with orgasms; quick ones, sl-low ones, multiple ones, quiet ones
and those vibrating ones when the thrusts are so vigorous your voice is sh-sh-shaky
like ‘
f-f-f-u-u-c-c-ck-k-k-innnggg-y-y-y-y-e-e-s-s-sss’
.

If this day existed, I’d be clearing my diary
and simply writing
O-R-G-A-S-M-S
as the only thing featuring on my ‘to
do’ list that day. I’d keep a tally at the side—obviously.

Well, that was my fifth—not that I’ve been intentionally
counting—and my body feels delightfully lax.

After fucking me bent over the desk, we’d
headed into the bathroom to take a bath. Of course we got caught up along the
way. He sat me on the counter facing our reflections with my bare feet raised
apart gripping onto the mirror. With my pussy spread wide, Jax told me to watch
whilst he slowly made me come.

With the overhead spotlight shining brightly,
there was nowhere to hide if I’d wanted to, which I didn’t.

I pressed my feet against the mirrors and leant
back onto his chest. With his arms wrapped around my waist, I watched him
meticulously undo me in such a raw and beautiful way. It was one of our most
intimate experiences together and reinforces how comfortable I am with him, as
well as myself.

Once we actually made it into the bath, I sat
between his legs, lying back onto him. We reminisced about our adventures together.
It was a happy yet solemn moment.

After making the most of having Jax on tap,
Miss Fierce took that opportunity to go for a snooze, it was far too soppy for
her liking.

With me in his arms, pressed against his naked
body, his kisses wove lifelong memories into my skin. Right there and then I
knew beyond a shadow of a doubt that he loves me too. I’ve hinted at it, toyed
with the notion, even hinted to Jax about it but he didn’t say the words. I
realise now that he won’t and I know why. But I don’t need to hear him say it
to know that it’s true. It’s in his touch and the way he looks at me. I know
it.

In that position and being all nice and clean,
it’d be rude not to slide onto the hard cock that had been nudging me for
attention the whole time. So I did just that. But it wasn’t crazy
water-sloshing-carelessly-onto-the-floor
sex. It was deliciously slow.

Jax looks at my flushed face through the mirror
in the bathroom as I clean my teeth with the toothbrush he’s just used. There’s
a lovely light atmosphere. We seem to have fucked away the stress and succeeded
in burying ‘the conversation’ into the sand, for now.

“Lean on me” by Bill Withers plays from my
phone in the bedroom, again. I know it’s Wills calling because she personalised
her ringtone on the coach trip down here.

I skip my naked ass into the bedroom and
answer.

“I’m so sorry, Wills.”

“Yeah, yeah, you got a bit
dick
stracted!
You should be sorry. My poor ears have just been scarred for life with the
sound of my best friend coming like a trooper.”

“Oh my God. You’re outside?”

“Yep and I’ve got to tell you, these walls are
thin babe.”

“Shit. Sorry. Jax—”

“Yes, yes I know who’s in there with you. The
whole freakin’ building does. Don’t be surprised if you get a standing fucking ovation
at breakfast in the morning.

“Oh my God.”

“But seriously though, that was one badass
orgasm. No wonder you’re so dick-whipped.”

I cover my mouth with my hand, trying to
whisper to her.

“I am not dick-whipped. Anyway, gimme five
minutes to get dressed.”

“Okay, but I’m drunk and now I’m hella horny so
hurry the fuck up please. I need my bed babe.”

I turn around to find Jax with his arms folded,
leaning his shoulder against the door, wearing nothing but a beautiful massive smile.

“She out there?”

“Yes. She heard us.”

“There’s no point whispering now, B.” He prowls
over to me. “So I guess you’re going to kick me out now you’re done with me,
huh?”

“You guessed right.”

Jax wraps me up into his arms and we hug. We
stand, naked and spent and fucking hug—it’s toe curling and lush and almost the
equivalent to an orgasm. It’s simple and complex and all that’s in between.

We get dressed and I walk him up to his room,
mainly because I didn’t want to say goodnight to him. Wills didn’t say a word
to Jax as we left. She just gave us both the cheekiest smile, winking at Jax as
she brushed past us.

I impress myself by not giving into the
temptation to slip inside his room. By the time I eventually pull myself away
from his luscious lips and head back down to our room, I get a taste of my own
medicine. I didn’t take the key card so as I’m about to knock I hear the faint
sexual whimpering of Wills.

What? She has got to be kidding. She was really
that horny, she’s dived her hand into her knickers the second the door was
closed.

So I do what any best friend would do—what she
did for me—I slide down the wall, sit in the corridor and wait. That’s when I
hear a man’s voice. It’s muffled but definitely a man’s voice. Holy fuck! So
much for trying a bit of monogamy with Peter.

Grateful to have taken my phone with me, I
occupy myself playing mind-numbingly stupid games in between texting the sexy
beast I just left upstairs. His parting text makes me smile;
To my Angel,
thank you for a spectacular twist to this weekend. I can’t wait to see you
tomorrow, preferably sitting on the dick that’s getting hard in my hand whilst
thinking about you. Always, G x

I simply replied;
I’ll c u, ur hard dick
& those multi-tasking, ambidextrous hands of urs 2moro. ILY. B x

Eventually, after God knows how long, Wills
emerges from the room and looks down at me.

“Oh there you are. Sorry, I got caught up. I
thought you may have ended up in his room for a second badass orgasm.”

I mumble ‘sixth’ under my breath as she pulls
me and my numb ass up off the floor.

“What are you doing Wills? I thought you and
Peter—”

“Hey, you can’t blame a girl for satisfying her
needs. I mean, look at you. You’re glowing like a firefly.”

She walks back into the room and I let the door
shut behind her. I am not going in whilst there’s some post-sexed dude in
there. Wills reopens the door.

“Come on. What are you doing?”

“What are
you
doing? Can you get him out
please?”

“
Who?
Oooh you think I was fucking
somebody in here. Babe, you know I’m seeing Peter, which I’m pretty sure means
I don’t get to fuck other people.”

“So what was all that then?”

She drags my arm and pulls me into the empty
room. Wills gestures to her bed where the light from her open laptop is glowing
up her side of the room.

“Skype, biatch.”

I immediately think about when I made a similar
mistake at Jax’s—that was the night he took my
jubi!
The night I got
thoroughly
jubi-fuckin-lated
by him and I was right. It
was
the
kind of life changing, soul consuming, all in, full shebang, my-life-will-never-be-the-same-again
sex.

Wills goes off to take a drunken shower whilst
I snuggle into bed, dreaming of hypnotic green eyes looking back up at me from
between my thighs.

9:13am

Breakfast is nothing short of a belly-busting
feast. This place certainly knew that feeding our coachload of gym fanatics
would be the equivalent to feeding an army.

At the cooked breakfast buffet, Wills and I
help ourselves to bacon, eggs, sausage, mushrooms, beans and toast. Wills says
a greasy Full English breakfast is her ideal hangover cure. I don’t have that
excuse, I’m just ravenous for the first time this week.

We tuck in whilst chatting about the
shenanigans that went on in the bar last night, which basically equated to a
whole heap of bed swapping.

I alternate between sipping orange juice to
wash down my food and sipping coffee to inject some much needed caffeine. My
phone beeps.

Keep eating like that & I’ll b
forced 2 come over there & eat u for breakfast.

I glance across the room and see Jax sitting at
a table with some of the lads near the entrance.

Me eating like a pig turns u on? There’s
a name for people like u. ‘Feeders’ I think.

Anything u do with ur mouth turns me on
Angel. And if u’ll b my pig, I’ll definitely b ur wolf.

Trouble is Mr Wolf, I’m the clever pig
that made her house from bricks.

I see him smirk when he reads the text but he
doesn’t look over.

Don’t worry about that. I’ll leave all
the blowing 2 u & just kick ur door down. Then I’ll eat u all up.

Mmm… In that case, there’s no need 2
break down my door. I’ll b a good little piggy & leave it unlocked 4u Mr
Wolf.

Wills swipes the phone out of my hands and puts
it in the middle of the table next to hers.

“You don’t get to have sexy text conversations
until you tell me what happened last night.”

“Well, Jax came over to—talk.” I shrug
unconvincingly.

“How did he even know which room we were in? You
know, he went batshit crazy after you left the bar last night? Anyway, I
digress, so you two are back on then or was it just goodbye sex?”

“Bit of both if that’s even possible. We’re
going to make the most of the weekend and talk properly when we get back.”

“Sweet. That’s just
great
that is.” Her
voice is dense with sarcasm. She shakes her head and downs her juice. “So,
you’re going to get fucked all weekend, whilst I’ve got to make do with myself.
Don’t get me wrong—I’m good, I mean really fucking good. But still, I’m craving
Peter and his lovely cock already.”

I reverse the speared sausage back out of my
mouth and put down my fork.