by N. K. Love
“So Count Jaxula, I have my own secret too.” Her new, flippant, playful tone tells me we’re back in the safety of the game zone territory. “I too am a millionaire.” I raise my eyebrows in mock surprise. “Yeah, I know, I know, it’s hard to believe because I don’t often flaunt my ass-ets.”
“Is that right?”
God, she’s the perfect balance of conflicting traits.
“Yep, I’m so rich, I have my own currency. In fact, I’m that big of a fucking deal—I’ve got my own bank too.” She starts subtly rotating her hips but my dick is already fully aware of the naked pussy sitting on top of my jeans. “Luckily for you, the Bank of Beth is for elite clientele only and you happen to be the only account holder.”
“Is that right? It sounds exclusive.”
“Oh you have no idea. I’m very picky. I’d like to take care of my most valued customer. Jax, I wanted you to enlighten me and you totally, unexpectedly, skullfucked me speechless, which is no mean feat—even by your standards. Soooo for that, you’ve earned yourself a huge deposit.” Casually Beth starts undoing the rest of my shirt buttons. “You’ll be pleased to hear that the Bank of Beth is now open for business… should you wish to make a withdrawal this morning—Sir.”
My girl’s good.
In the space of a few minutes, she’s flipped the situation from mentally draining to physically invigorating. Hell yes, I would like to make a fucking withdrawal please!
Chapter Ten
Beth
“Well you’ll be pleased to hear that I take my investments very seriously and I look after what’s mine.”
The way he’s looking at me, coerces me to listen to his words carefully. The way we can easily transform our atmosphere, fluently floating from one emotion to another, is a powerful capability. As we get to know each other more and more, our brains are better able to keep up with the intense way our bodies have always been around each other. Understanding one another.
He continues, “I usually spend wisely but for some reason, this morning I’m feeling rebellious… So I’m going to rinse out this account. By the time I’ve finished, you’ll definitely be feeling well and truly, fucking spent.”
My cocky mouth is practically drooling, whilst his raspy voice penetrates my skin, handing me over to him at will. He holds my face in his hands briefly and then glides strong hands down my neck to the neckline of his tee. With a wicked grin on his face, he tugs it hard, tearing it all the way down the middle until it looks more like an open waistcoat.
I’m aching for him to take me, to show me that nothing’s changed between us. No matter what, we can always depend on our bodies to show us how it is between us, that untouchable bond. No matter what, we can’t deny that. Protected by his force field, as a couple, we are surely invincible.
Jax immediately tugs the scraps of material off my shoulders and travels his hands and his eyes all over my naked curves, soaking me into his pores. There’s always an energy just below the surface, an inherent magic waiting to be awoken and played with.
With my legs spread open in his lap, he reaches and slides two thick fingers between the slickness and straight into my pussy with one fluid delicious move. He is warm and I’m wet, gyrating my hips into his palm.
Without warning he stands with a sexual growl, gripping my ass with one strong hand. He turns and walks up the last few steps, lying me down at the top. My ass cheeks are on the edge of the first step. He plants my feet a few steps down so that my knees run level with my body. As he hovers over me, propping himself up on his elbow, he withdraws and then plunges those wet fingers back inside. His mouth catches the gasp as it leaves my throat.
Nudging my knees outward he works his magic. I raise my hands above my head and arch my back as he sets his sights on my breasts and goes in for the kill. That mouth of his is a force to be reckoned with and certainly not to be taken lightly. But the only reckoning I’ll be doing where Jax is concerned is wondering how many times I reckon he’s going to make me come in this lifetime.
How he uses his tongue, teeth and lips to bequeath such pleasure is a mystery to me. He knows my body so well, feeding off my responses.
I whimper from sheer delight, telling him to keep going.
I’m soaking wet to the point where I may feel coy if I didn’t know how much it turns him on, knowing what he does to me. Slowly withdrawing his fingers, he straightens up, catching his chain in his mouth as he does so.
The dark look on his face is full of desire as he casts his eyes on me, lying before him, naked and completely exposed. I can’t imagine feeling this comfortable with anybody but him. He has done this to me. Jax has answered all of my sexual callings and shown me how good it feels to give pleasure and be utterly pleasured.
Standing over me, he takes one more step backwards and uses his hands to ease my feet to either side of the step, against the bannisters.
I rise up slightly onto my elbows so that I too can appreciate the view. His beautiful lips are poised around his silver chain and his shirt is hanging open, showing me his muscular body. The jeans he’s wearing, hang low off his hips. Low enough to make me want to run my fingers through his hair there and up over his deep ridges.
The definition of his abs is phenomenal and hard earned. Drawing my eyes to his toned belt. It’s starting to look less like a ‘V’ now and more like an inviting arrow, enticing me, showing me what I’ve got to look forward to.
Even the stitches don’t disappoint. They blend in with his inked skin. Rather than looking like a stab victim, he looks like my undefeatable gladiator with a war wound but certainly nothing that has him beaten. He can’t be beaten.
Letting his chain fall back to his chest, he points and gestures left and right with his forefinger.
“Knees.” I part them. “Wider.” I ease my knees further apart until they touch the bannisters. “That’s it.” Staring down at my pussy, he licks his lips slowly, hypnotising me with his talented tongue. He sucks in his bottom lip and bites down.
Seeing that look, the look that I fell in love with, rockets my need to have him. I want him right fucking now and it must be written all over my body.
“You look fucking perfect Beth. Laid out for me. Your pussy’s glistening wet for me. Lie back.”
I lower my elbows and flatten my back to his thick pile carpet that feels lush against my bare skin.
Resting his firm hands on my knees, he slowly slides them up my inner thighs, where it becomes more and more sensitive. With his thumbs and forefingers pressed hard, framing my pussy, he kisses along my thighs whilst talking. I can feel his breath flickering against my skin with the heat of his words.
“You’re going to fuck my face. Then, you’re going to fuck my cock. I wanna see you, hear you—” Licking the apex of my thigh, dangerously close to his ultimate target, he causes my hips to jolt forward. “—taste you.”
I sigh aloud and gulp ridiculously hard at the prospect.
Surprisingly Jax grazes his teeth over my pussy and bites down gently in different places. It’s an unusual sensation. It seems that anything involving his mouth and my pussy is going to result in pleasure. This carnal, predatory move has an overwhelming effect on me. It epitomises how much I enjoy being physically beneath him and subservient. By demonstrating his sexual power over me, it somehow puts me on a pedestal and makes me feel irresistible. Is that normal?
That familiar ripple begins pulsing within me.
“Keep doing that Jax, please.”
With a low rumble of a growl he repeats his animalistic biting, whilst adding his thumb to the equation. I curse out loudly as he flicks over my clit with the tip of his tongue. The sensations are powerful. I feel my climax coming and it’s not going to knock on the door, it’s about to burst through it.
I roll my hips, pushing my pussy into his face. God, this is good. This is really good.
His mouth unravels me with ease, as I listen to the sexual sounds of him enjoying me too. I cover his head with my hand an
d pant out his name repeatedly as I shatter and shudder. It’s exhilarating.
Jax substitutes his thumb for his fingers and uses his other hand to spread my cheeks further apart. The next thing I know, his fingers slide over my anus suggestively. I instinctively clench.
“Beth.” Oh no. “Relax, Angel. Let me, please.”
Memories of when Mike and I tried anal sex, briefly enter my thoughts until I shove them away.
“I don’t know.”
Miss Alter Ego rears up from nowhere reminding me that I’ve just scrubbed myself in a hot shower so I’m super clean… and super curious.
“Let me.”
I start to relax again when he puts his mouth back on me. After allowing the pleasure to return to full height so that I’m lost in the moment once more, he dips his pinky finger into my pussy. Then uses the lubricant to circle my tight hole. He teases away at its puckered sides, round and around until I’m no longer tense and his finger no longer feels foreign there.
I focus on my entire body, rather than just that one spot and find myself inviting my nipples to the party, rubbing them between my fingers, whilst massaging my breasts. He slides his fingers out of my pussy, using them to spread me wider open, giving his mouth full access to every intimate inch.
The skilful way he manoeuvres his tongue even has me wondering what that would feel like lower down, the only place it’s never been.
Miss Sensible is gagging into her knitting bag, whilst Miss Alter Ego is standing straight-faced, with an arm outstretched giving me the three-fingered salute—I guess that means she’d be up for that.
The catalogue of attention he’s giving me, all fuses together and has me climbing our special rainbow to find my imminent orgasm at the end of it.
Slowly sliding his little finger all the way inside of me, the feeling is strange but wonderful when sandwiched between two orgasms. Simultaneously, he dives two long fingers in and out of my pussy, pressing deep.
Three fingers inside, with double penetration—Jax is working on his own three-fingered salute and it’s phenomenal.
He strokes my inner walls with delicious precision, demonstrating his ambidextrous skills. Taking me higher and higher at the mercy of his devoted attention and unquestionable need for me.
I babble out random words, whatever comes into my fuzzy head. The stimulation is too intense for my brain to function properly and fathom out enough words to build a fucking sentence. I vaguely hear Jax calling me a good girl and reassuring me.
I reach the height of pleasure for a second time. Rapidly sliding down that colourful arc of our rainbow again, submerging myself into a beautiful pot of liquid gold.
“Jax. That. That was incredible. You, are incredible.”
My voice sounds like it’s underwater. My vision is blurred by my watery eyes so I close them. Self-indulgently, I can’t bring myself to look at him because I know when I do, I will just think about how hard his huge cock is bound to be right now and I’ll want to jump his bones.
One look is all it’ll take, to turn the dancing flicking flame in my tummy back into a roaring passionate blaze. But selfishly I need to take a moment to enjoy these thigh quivering feelings, embedding them in my memories forever.
When I open my eyes, it’s immediately evident that during those precious few moments of stillness and silence, he used that opportunity to roll on a condom. He’s clearly learned better than I have about being prepared at all times. I’ll try to remember to thank him later.
I notice tissue wrapped around his little finger and blush a little. I’ll need to thank him for that too. I’m not experienced with anal play but that was a lovely gentle introduction. Even so, I know for sure that I’d be distracted by that finger if it wasn’t either washed or covered up. Some things Miss Sensible won’t ever back down on.
Moving back up onto my elbows, I drink in the sight before me again. His generous erection holds my gaze. How the hell does it fit? I still don’t have the answer. My sexual magician is certainly gifted, as well as blessed. His jeans are caught halfway down his muscular quads and he still has his open shirt on. He’s the sexiest man alive and I have him all to myself, bared before me.
“I want you naked, Jax.”
“No time for that, Angel,” he purrs, “I need to be inside you now. You’re going to turn over and open your knees wide so I can spread your tasty pussy open for me. You’re going to give yourself to me again. I’m going to fuck you, face down on this carpet.”
When he dons this demeanour my simply body melts and thrives off his instructions. Reacting under his influence is a peaceful place to be, secure and confident that he’ll look after me. My stomach is somersaulting in excited apprehension but before I turn over, I bolt upright, taking him by surprise with a frantic kiss.
I’ve been desperate to have our lips locked. It’s the equivalent to centering me when things sway off kilter. No matter how erotic that sway is, I always need him to stabilise me and his kisses are the quickest way of achieving that. He meets me with every lash of my tongue.
Gripping my face firmly in his hand, we exchange silent raw words of desire but they’re cloaked with a beautiful affection.
The now familiar taste of my own arousal inside his possessive mouth, has my pussy feeling hollow and craving for him to fill it.
Moving his hands to my shoulders, he flips me over quickly and grabs hold of my hips. With the top half of my body laid out on the carpet, he hoists my hips firmly in the air, angling my backside. He pushes down my back and strokes the top of my ass, causing shivers to dance along my spine. Leaning down over me, I feel his warm bare chest on my naked cheeks. He kisses the base of my back softly whilst speaking.
“Your body is made for me. The way your bottom arches right here... And your back bows to let me in. One day soon I’m gonna fuck you with nothing between us. Skin to skin.”
My body soaks up his kisses and his words like a sponge.
I whisper, “Soul to soul.”
Jax tightens his grip on me and sinks his teeth into my left cheek, where there’s plenty of flesh to indulge him.
Biting me harder, I push back against him rather than withdraw. He replaces his teeth with his tongue and lips; sucking the pain away. With my face turned to the side, I can’t see him but I moan in satisfaction, triggering his hand to rain down harshly over my right cheek. The shock jolts me forward. I gasp into the carpet, relishing the after sting as he rubs it methodically with his soft palm.
“It’s time, Angel.”
Jax repositions me and slips his forefinger between my legs. My pussy glazes his long finger and he lets out a sigh of approval that resonates in all the right places. He spreads my cheeks wide, baring me completely but instead of feeling unsettled, it makes me feel sexy as fuck. I know how aroused this makes him, which only serves to mirror the same within me.
In a long drawn out curse loaded with part dominance part restraint, he tilts me for an optimum angle, ensuring the deepest penetration possible. He takes aim and slams his lavish length inside me leaving me open-mouthed, with my lips buried in the carpet.
No matter how sweet and vivid the memories of this feeling is, there is absolutely no substitute for the authentic experience of him being inside me.
“Oh God, Jax. Mmm.”
My voice vibrates from the depths of my throat. It’s deep and muffled.
“We’re the perfect fit.”
Both literally and figuratively. After a few more strokes, I regain my equilibrium and start meeting his thrusts. I’m holding strong.
“That’s it. Don’t hold back, Angel. This has to be quick. It’s too fucking good to wait.”
I arch my back, gaining friction from the carpet on my nipples, but his pounding is so insistent and fast now that I struggle to match him. I find myself quickly on the verge. I do as I was told—no holding back. I come hard as he manages to drive down a little deeper.
Fucking me harder in his last few short thrusts, he concludes with
one long stroke as he follows me to climax.
Planting breathless kisses all over my back, he stays glued to me for a few short moments.
Jax lays down beside me at the top of the stairs as I snuggle into his chest, lazily tracing his ink with my fingertips.
Our legs overlap and hang over the edge. But this time I’m not afraid to jump because my heart tells me that he’ll catch me every time, as long as I am his and he is mine.
Chapter Eleven
Friday 24th April 2015
9:06pm
After our morning sex on the stairs yesterday, the day went downhill fast. Not that it was a bad day—it was actually a decent day and I got loads done. But no amount of productivity can compete with the way I feel in Jax’s arms. Nothing compares.