Lost Angel (The List #1) (13 page)

This tempting cleavage skates perfectly on the
right side of sexy, leaving enough to the imagination, making me want to earn
the privilege to see more.
Listen to yourself Jaxson, you pussy.

“So you recognise me then?” Snapping my eyes
back up to meet hers. Her voice isn’t as light and friendly as when she spoke
to Willow at the gym. It’s a husky, erotic whisper that is best suited to
telling me how she wants me to screw her seven ways ‘til Sunday.
I want
to pin her to the wall behind us in the darkest corner and find out how she
sounds when I grind my hips against hers, when I push my cock inside her wet
pussy as deep as she can take it.

She looks nervous, as though my eyes have
translated my thoughts. I should know, I’ve seen that nervous expression plenty
of times before. When it comes to flirting, nice girls are usually too intimidated
to come near me, which is the response I aim for. In my experience nice girls
bring emotions along to get laid, which usually results in grief that I haven’t
got room for in my life. The only girls ballsy enough to approach me are
usually overconfident bitches with an attitude who want to try and tame a bad
boy. Sometimes I give those ones a taste and they soon realise it’s a pointless
mission. Trying to control me—it’ll
never
happen, period.

Half of my lays are over after one bang but the
other half usually earn themselves a callback if they’re worth a revisit. I get
bored easily. Either that or they start getting attached and needy, resulting
in me deleting their number sharpish.

It’s all just a game anyway… Fucking may end in
me coming
,
but it never marks the start of anything substantial. It’s
always a means to an end. No value, no importance, no strings sex. Simple. Not
that I’ve got anything against the women I fuck and I’m certainly not reckless.
I choose wisely and they all know that I’m offering fucking not friendship. I don’t
want to feel anything, it’s easier that way. Fuck and forget, that’s my motto
and it’s worked for me so far.

“How could I
not?
” Sucking in my bottom
lip, a habit when I’m turned on, I look up and down her body again lingering on
her thighs and then back to her hazel eyes. “You’re Willows friend right? I’m
Jaxson—” Why the hell am I holding my hand like a prick? Well, it’s a good
excuse to touch her I guess.

She reaches out the hand without the lollipop
and shakes mine, like a business woman, it’s a firm handshake. Another
contradiction considering I’ve practically swallowed her dainty little hand in
mine yet I can still feel its softness.

“Yeah I am. It’s Bethany—but just call me
Beth.”

Beth goes to pull away but I hold her there for
a second longer so she knows who’s in control.
Don’t get it twisted.

“Well
Beth
… My professional eye tells me
you take your fitness
very
seriously.” I notice a sparkle in her eyes
and her previous nerves seem to dissipate before me.

“Does it
really
? And did your
un
professional
eye feel it necessary to undress me first to reach that conclusion?” Something
tells me she’s going to be one helluva tough nut to crack. She slides her
lollipop back into her mouth and starts provocatively sucking again. My dick
twitches with approval. O-okay, I wasn’t expecting those lips to be dishing out
quick wit. I like feisty, it means she’s got at least a half decent brain
behind that mesmerising face of hers.

“As
hard
as it is Angel—” I glance down
to my cock and back up again, “—I usually prefer not to give my professional,
qualified opinion without
personally
gathering all the evidence first.”
I look her up and down again smirking as she shifts in her seat, uncrossing her
legs but unfortunately keeping her thighs squeezed together. Her mini skirt has
ridden higher up her smooth thighs, the way I want my hands to, the way I want my
mouth to. My attention is drawn back to these luscious lips as she removes the
lollipop again. Hmm, the things I’d like that mouth to do.

“That’s very thorough of you Jaxson. Looks can
be deceptive in my profession too—I sell books so I’m an avid believer in not
judging a book by its cover, no matter how
hard
and off putting it is.”
Oh, she’s trying to play
me
. Okay, I’m all ears. I lean my ear closer to
her mouth so that she doesn’t have to talk over the music. “Occasionally, you
can dive in and find that your instincts didn’t fail you and the book
satisfies
you in more ways than you could
ever
imagine.” Then she crosses her legs
again, rising her skirt higher, what a fucking temptress. She is playing me at
my own game. Beth is the one with skin on show but I’m the one feeling uncovered.
I must not be on form tonight.
Get your shit together you dick!

Is she insinuating I’m hard on the outside but
soft underneath and that’s what she’d find satisfying? No, that’s too deep and so
wrong anyway. She must mean sexually. So she finds me off putting but having seen
how my dick is stretching my jeans she knows I’d still satisfy her in more ways
than she could ever imagine. Well if she is thinking that, she’s right.

I should be imagining how I want her to make me
come. Instead, I think I’ve already wank banked at least fifteen ways I want to
make her come. But that’s not altogether selfless because it’s a massive turn
on just to visualise how her face would look as she comes over and over for me.
I’d listen to her cries for more, screaming out my name, tasting her everywhere
she lets my mouth travel.
Fuck, what is it with this girl?

Never mind reading books, I can see her trying
to read my unfathomable soul. That’s a bad idea Beth. Her eyes are penetrating
mine, scratching beneath the surface. It’s unsettling but it’s not going to
deter me. If I want to get her in bed, why am I letting her in my head? That
shit’s off limits.

It’s time to close the deal. I put my
forefinger on her knee at first to give her plenty of time to lay me off, she
flinches a little and I see her catch her breath then square her shoulders as
though she’s internally reprimanding herself to stay cool. I like that
reaction. I very slowly start stroking higher and higher. “So, in that case
Beth, if I buy a book titled ‘Girl with the Quick Witted Mouth’, is there a
chance that when I spread the pages, I’ll find her full of fears and vulnerabilities?
Is it all just a mask?”

In a blink of an eye, a new emotion flickers in
her eyes. It is gone before I can learn from it but it was definitely there. I’ve
just reached the edge of her skirt as she gently places her warm hand over the
top of mine and leans up to me. Her tits gently brush against my chest and she
whispers in my ear.

“
Or
—you could find the book has a really
disappointing twist.”

“I strongly doubt it Angel, I’ve studied the
front and back covers and there’s no way on this earth it could disappoint me.”

“What if you get past the introduction but after
the first chapter it reveals that that quick witted
mouth surprisingly prefers
to
eat
and not
suck
?” She leans back on the stool with her elbows
on the table behind her, smirking and innocently shrugs. It takes me a second
to figure out what the hell she’s on about and it’s a fucking punch to the dick
when I do. But I’m not ready to give up on this—even though she’s just blown me
out the water.

“I reckon it’d still make an enjoyable read.
Anyway, if that’s the case, maybe we should compare notes.” Time to cut to the
chase. “I’ve eaten more than my fair share of pussy Beth.” I observe her reaction,
spotting the wind being knocked from her sails before she quickly recovers and
now her expression isn’t wavering.

“Sorry Jaxson, I don’t share my secrets.” She
has a quick suck of her lollipop whilst considering her next move. “Look, I think
you and I both know you’ve got the pick of the room so I’m flattered that
you’ve entertained speaking to me. I’ve enjoyed—this.” She gestures the
lollipop between the two of us. As suspected, she really doesn’t have a clue
that she’s the only girl worth entertaining tonight.

Ironically, I still can’t read this beautiful little
bookworm. Her body’s telling me one thing but her words say something to the
contrary.

Beth leans back up to kiss my cheek. When her
soft lips touch me, they linger for just a fraction of a second longer than
necessary. But she’s got me second guessing myself, otherwise I’d have turned
into her kiss and felt her lips on mine. Maybe I should’ve. I’ve got a feeling
her mouth would provide a lot more answers in a kiss than in a conversation.

Instead, I cover her hand with mine and guide the
lollipop into my mouth. Wrapping my lips around it, I swirl my tongue around
inside my mouth, tasting where her mouth has been. I let go of her hand and
after a few more seconds she pulls it away slowly. Her eyes fixed on my lips,
watching as I mimic her earlier action, letting my lips gradually release it.
God
I want to suck her pussy.
Her lips are parted now.

“Have a great night Jaxson”. Slipping the
lollipop back into her mouth, tasting me, she appears unaffected and coolly spins
her stool back round, propping her elbows on the table. I have to fight back
the urge to stroke my fingers down her bare spine. I tell her it was nice
meeting her, turn and take the walk of shame. I still find myself replaying her
voice ‘
Jaxson’.
I loved how my name rolled off her tongue. Beth…
She’s not interested Jaxson!

Beth

O
h my goodness, that was freakin’ intense. A few
drinks down my neck and this loose mouth of mine gets me into trouble. Is this
what swooning feels like?

Mmmm. What a moment that was, all head fucking
and panty wetting. He had me outrageously aroused from the get-go simply with
that voice… those words. If I’d been standing when he called me ‘Angel’, I swear
my knees would’ve buckled and swooned my horny ass into his arms. It didn’t
bother me that he probably calls every girl that, to save him the trouble of
remembering their actual names. No, it didn’t matter because in that moment, it
was just me and him.

Nobody has
ever
spoken to me or even
looked at me the way he just has. Although he is a complete fucking stranger,
he is a stranger I would completely love to be fucking. My gladiator is all I
had hoped he’d be and more, but it’s the ‘
more’
that pushed me over the
edge.

I got in
way
out of my depth so quickly.
Words flew out my mouth faster than I could filter them and he easily matched
me word for word. His personality mirrors his physique; bold, sexy and totally
not what I’m used to. I felt sexy just by having him in such close proximity. I
eventually managed to hold his eye contact long enough for me to study beyond
his amazing eyes. I felt as though he’s got so much going on in his head. His
powerful aura is what intrigued me most. No wonder being in his presence made
me behave so out of character. Miss Alter Ego is trying to convince me ‘Aura
the Explorer’ would be a great tattoo for number eight on my list, because I’d
love nothing more than to spend time in private exploring every inch of this
man—inside out—getting to know all about his mysteriousness, even despite his
masterful persona. If anything, that façade Wills warned me about just makes me
even more curious. So many unanswered questions.

Yes, I blame his aura… oh and alcohol! Nothing
to do with the fact that I wanted to wrap my ankles around his back and have
him fuck me into a stupor right there and then. Na-ah that fantasy didn’t
affect me at all… not in the slightest.
Honestly
…

Miss Innocent is hugging her knees, rocking in
a corner somewhere and Miss Sensible has washed her hands of me for the night.
Ooops.

That feeling when he held my hand… So strong. I
thought I could win the battle of words, impressing even myself with my
comebacks. Props to Miss Alter Ego for being on top form, but he completely disarmed
me the second he laid his finger on my knee. I swear if he had started
whispering the alphabet I would’ve climaxed on the spot. I was putty in his
hands but I did my utmost to hide it well.

Fuck me,
if somebody can have that effect on me with
one single finger, his whole body must be capable of total annihilation. Then
he used my own metaphors against me to show me exactly who’s in control,
bringing me back to reality. Does he think I’m scared and vulnerable? Am I? Well
I didn’t feel that way until he came along tonight. Argh! So confusing and I’m
rubbish at this, I’m annoyed with myself that I panicked. He must think—okay,
know—that I’m an inexperienced idiot.

Jaxson’s parting gift was him sucking this
lollipop after me and now I’m sucking the life out of it, where his tongue’s
just been…

Unexpectedly my skin reacts, tingling again and
a sexy shiver runs down the length of my spine as I feel him close behind me. I
know it’s him and it’s something more than his addictive scent. It’s as though
he heard every thought and he’s come back for round two, to call bullshit on my
sham lesbianism!

I noticeably gasp as he leans further forward
pushing his wall of a chest against my bare back so that his hands are planted
on the table either side of my elbows. I notice old scars on his knuckles and
fresh bruising, only adding to his strength and his dark side. He bends to my ear
and speaks casually, so controlled and dominant, commanding my attention…

“Beth, before I go and have my ‘pick of the
room’ I wanted to suggest that if women
are
your thing, let’s play a
little game… When you see me with another woman I want you to pretend that you…
are me…. When I
touch
her, when I
kiss
her, just pretend my
lips
are your lips. I’ve got extremely good taste so I’m sure you’ll approve.” Did
he believe me or is he trying to call my bluff? I can’t handle the intensity in
his dark
fuck-me
voice dishing out toe-curling eargasms in every line.
He’s mastered three senses, just my favourites left; touch and taste.

I can feel his chest brushing against my skin,
making my nerves twitch in expectation. My nipples are hard against the lush
fabric of my top. I don’t want him to stop talking or move away from me. I’m
frozen to the seat. Even Miss Alter Ego, who rules my witty mouth, is
speechless. My legs are still crossed so I clench my thighs together as tight
as I can to ease some of the Jaxson-tension that’s building between them.

I feel those perfectly sketched lips brush
against my ear and achingly hover there, heightening my senses to a whole new
level. His lips are right there, if I just tilt my head to the side we’ll be
kissing…
Do it Beth
.

I’m desperate to scream that I’m straight and
demand he finishes what he started, but words fail me. He adds an air of
sarcasm to his raspy tone and continues as though he heard my silent internal
scream. “But of course, if you were
straight
, you could always pretend
to be
her
instead. When I
touch
her, when I
kiss
her,
you’ll almost be able to
feel
it….. And later when I take her to bed and
you’re lying in yours; I want you to imagine that when my
mouth’s
tasting every inch of her body and I’m
fucking
her over and over, it’s
actually really
you
—”
Fuckity, fuck, fuck
, is this actually
happening? I’m either going to come all over his words or self-destruct. He
leans back and moves his arms out of view. “—because that’s exactly what I’ll
be doing the whole time, imagining
she
is
you
.”

Man, he is something else. I’m not even ashamed
to admit that he’s managed to turn me on beyond recognition whilst talking about
fucking another woman! Miss Seductive has died and gone to heaven, in awe of
this master of seduction. I remind myself that he now thinks I’m a pussy eating
lesbian.
Because you fucking told him that!

It must be fate though because I thought he was
out of my league but he’s not… he’s out of my hemisphere. He is my ultimate walking
fantasy and that’s the way it will stay. Masturbation material at its absolute finest.
Totally unattainable for me sexually; he’s like a worldwide bestselling author
and I’m still unpublished, on my first draft of my first novel. Say no more! I
need to get out of here fast, I need to breathe in some air that’s not
saturated in Jaxson’s pheromones. I sense him move away so I climb down from stool
and turn but he’s vanished into the darkness. I feel empty, flat. I discard my
lolly stick, grab my handbag and go to find Wills.

I’m not even sure how long I’ve been in that
steamy vortex of oblivion but I feel out of sorts with my body. I’m not really
in the mood for more dancing. Especially when I see how drunk everybody else
is; that experience has sobered me up fast. Wills spots me and comes to meet me
just off the dance floor. She tells me that she saw me with Jaxson and didn’t
want to interrupt. When I hint that I’m ready to go home I have to reassure her
that I’m fine, just tired. Thankfully, she says she’s ready too, so we go and
kiss everybody goodnight.

I wait in the corridor outside the toilets for
her. Glancing through the archway to the main room, my eyes draw in on Jaxson weaving
his way around the crowd. Then I notice his arm extending out behind him. Predictably,
it hasn’t taken long for him to hone in on a scantily clad stunning blonde, who
is trailing behind him, hand in hand. I absently wonder if he is actually trying
to spot me so he can flaunt tonight’s lucky chosen one in front of me. I’m not
sure what his opinion is of me or whether he believes I’m not interested. He
stops when he sees me and I give him the friendliest smile I can muster and wave,
miming ‘Bye’ so he knows I’m not hanging around to play his immature idea of a
‘little game’.

Jaxson gives me a half-hearted salute and whilst
keeping me connected via his piercing eyes, he bends down to lock lips with his
latest conquest. I kick myself for replaying his words and find that I’m obeying;
I easily swap her lips for mine, which instantly part at the thought. Those
lips. God I want to feel them on mine. I love kissing and he’s bound to be a
great kisser. He watches me—watching them. Sliding his hand from her neck down
her body, skating over her breast and landing on her hip. I feel ever stroke of
pleasure as though it was my curves he’s touching.

Caught in a trance, I register his eyes again.
He pulls away for a second, just long enough for me to see the upturn of his
smug smirk before he collides with her mouth again. This time he spins them on
the spot so that his back is to me, effectively invoking his control by shielding
me from ogling any more. That move leaves me hanging in a cloud of confusion.
Dammit.
I hoped for an eyegasm from him tonight, not a complete headfuck
.

Wills reappears at my side. Following my stare,
she rolls her eyes when she sees what I’m looking at.

“Do you wanna talk about it babe?” My face
obviously betraying my need to keep quiet. I shake my head and that’s the end
of it, she doesn’t press. I give her a kiss and thank her for a genuinely brilliant
date night. Even inclusive of my strange encounter with Jaxson. This night has
royally rocked! She gives me a big squeeze filled with mutual love.

We grab some food on the way home and drink
plenty of water as soon as we get in. It’s not long after 5am, which I think it
pretty respectable considering I was flaking three hours prior. I climb into
bed which triggers Jaxson’s suggestive words once again. She’s probably
undressing him right now but I’m too tired to even fantasize over him. That climax
deserves my full attention so it’ll have to wait for a few days until my period
ends.

Instead my vivid imagination allows her to
hitch up her skirt and reveal that ‘she’ is in fact a ‘he’, which earns herself—himself—a
sharp exit. As if that somehow rewrites reality. The dregs of alcohol still
left in my body find it highly amusing and I snuggle into my pillow, content
with my mental little, immature victory.