Lost Angel (The List #1) (12 page)

Saturday 21
^st
March 2015

2:14am

I
t’s a little after 2am and my inexperienced body
clock must be kicking in so I let Wills know I’m going to chill out at the back
of the room for a bit so she knows where I am.

I go to the toilet to freshen up and then I go back
to the main room and find one of the few hightop tables they have scattered
about and climb up onto a high stool. I catch glimpses of the gang intermittently
but there’s too many people between us. It’s much quieter over here as its right
at the back away from the DJ booth and main speakers. The other high stools
seem to be occupied by people either sleeping with their heads on the tables or
making out, sucking each other’s faces off. Reminded of my lollipops, I put my
handbag on the table, take out a lolly and unwrap it.

Some guy drifts past and clears away the empty
bottles off the table. He has ‘
Tricks’
written on the back of his black
polo shirt in fluorescent lettering. I thank him and we exchange smiles.
“Anytime gorgeous.” He winks and disappears into the crowd.

I smile to myself thinking about how much I’m
enjoying tonight but start to wonder realistically how much longer I’m going to
last. I’m pretty tipsy and tired, not a good combination when there’s still a
few hours to go. I suck this lollipop hard, as if it’s going to inject me with
energy. I’m pleasantly surprised to find it’s strawberry and cream flavour.

Thrown out of sync with my thoughts in a show
stopping flash, everything changes like some spontaneous sixth sense, my skin
tingles, sending a shiver down my exposed spine. A split second later, I feel
somebody come up close behind me but in a way that has me at ease. A minty
fresh breath flutters on my ear planting a seed of tantalising curiosity. This
deep voice vibrates through me covering me in supersensitive goose bumps. It’s
the kind of voice that could seduce you by simply reciting the fucking alphabet
slow-ly.

“I thought you looked fuckable in your gym gear
but now I see the depths of your
fuckability
know no bounds.”

Internal red flashing beacons kick in with a
robotic sounding tannoy warning “
Gladiator alert, gladiator alert”
. It’s
loud enough to startle some of the alcohol and send it fleeing from my
bloodstream. My head becomes clearer in an instant. Miss Alter Ego has turned
my body clock back and she’s rubbing her hands together, cracking her knuckles,
ready for action. Cool, calm and collected. He is just another human being… But
the words he’s just whispered have my granny knickers in a twist.
Fuckity
fuck fuck!

Jax

I have no idea if she’s going to turn and slap
me but it’s worth the risk. Watching her tonight has been like free fucking
foreplay, better than any woman I’ve seen before. Watching her move this
ridiculously fine ass of hers when she was dancing earlier was enough to have
me rock hard and ready to go without so much as a stroke. What the fuck? Not my
usual reaction by any means.

Standing back in the shadows, I thought she was
making a beeline towards me for a second then but instead I had the pleasure of
watching her slide this ass up onto the pedestal it thoroughly deserves. It
looks even more peachy hanging from her tiny stalk of a waist. Not to mention her
long legs, which she’s thankfully showcased at the side of the table rather
than hiding them underneath. I’ve already imagined stroking up the insides of
these tanned toned thighs whilst her palms are spread across the bonnet of my
wheels.

I won’t be the first man tonight to fantasize
like that either. Since sitting here, she has no idea how many men—and no doubt
women too—have walked by her and broke their necks to check her out from
behind. That bartender practically fell over himself to get to her table. He
stood behind her, fiddling with the empties on his tray, taking a few seconds
to brace himself for the impact of actually talking to her.

In the gym yesterday, I swear I sensed her
before I’d even seen her. Her presence was enticing; angelic but somehow raw
and sexy as fuck. With the amount of females churning in and out of that place
on a daily basis, this one stopped my trail of thought in a heartbeat. Willow didn’t
have a clue what I was talking about as I stopped mid-sentence and then talked
bullshit as a way to stay. Beth’s eyes demanded my attention, swiftly followed
by my fuck hungry dick, which was already working on an inappropriate boner. I
had to shove my hands in my pockets so it didn’t become obvious.

Now I’m the last person anybody would associate
the word ‘romantic’, in fact I seldom show signs of any deep emotion unless
provoked. But what I can’t deny is that I felt an uncontrollable connection to
this girl. It was powerful and so much more than just this incredible sexual
chemistry. It’s in stark contrast to my usual response. I’m not easily
intrigued but this one’s got me hooked.

As she came down the gym stairs, Willow was trying
to tell me about tonight, but I was too busy being hypnotized by her friend’s curvaceous
hips. I was frantically imagining gripping onto them for dear life whilst she rode
the fuck out of me, hard and fast. Hearing the slap of my palm against that ass
and the gasp of my name across her lips.

I discreetly tuned Willow out and quickly
checked this badass girl for a wedding ring as she caressed her delicate fingers
down the handrail. Pissed off is the understatement of the century. Inside, the
part of me that felt hopeful immediately shrivelled up and fell down the trap
door into that bottomless pit of disappointments. I knew I’d found something special
and I was absolutely gutted. Unfortunately my dick didn’t receive the memo
because that was anything but shrivelled.

Tuning Willow back in, I double checked the
time and place for tonight, thinking that if her friend is going to be there
I’m still stupidly intrigued enough to make an appearance.

But I never fuck around with another man’s
woman. It’s a rule. Instead, I pigeonholed her at the top of my look-but-don’t-touch
pile and in my life that list of women is strong so catapulting to the top is by
no mean feat.

When she breezed by me confidently, it was only
her smile that wavered, showing me a subtle sign of vulnerability. Her eyes are
stunning. I breathed in her drifting delectable scent and I’m sure I caught a
hint of my favourite cocoa butter on her too. It killed me not to turn and
watch her walk away but once I knew she was off limits, seeing her from behind would’ve
just baited more torturous images of how I want to strip her naked and fuck her
into the middle of next week. I gave it a minute then made my own sharp exit
before anybody noticed my outrageous, brooding hard on.

My dick is usually under manners but it definitely
wasn’t yesterday and tonight’s no different.

Craig’s already been asking where I am. He
didn’t know I’d already arrived but when I turned up my eyes honed straight in
on her, looking like this. Sex on legs for miles. I made my way over and when
she took a swig from her bottle I clocked it straight away; no fucking wedding
ring. So I backed off,
knowing I had to observe her from the shadows to
satisfy my curiosity from a distance for a while.

This one’s different. Girls don’t get the upper
hand over me but I know she’s got the potential to, I can feel it. I dropped a
quick text back to Craig asking if Willows friend is single and I couldn’t help
the idiotic smile taking over my face when I read the first two words of his
response;
Beth’s single but not for long the way she’s looking, so I’d hurry
up if you wanna get on it.

Beth… Beth... ‘
Angel’
seems more
appropriate. Not that I’m one for pet names or terms of endearment. Anyway, I’m
sure I can remember to mutter Beth when I’m fucking her—on all fours, perhaps.
Looks like it’s game on and I feel elated, which irritates the shit out of me considering
finding somebody I want to have sex with is usually merely standard procedure
on a night out.

Now I know she’s single I can elaborate on my initial
observations. She is sex on legs; a pair of smooth long legs, waiting patiently
to be wrapped around my waist. There’s no doubt about it; I want this badass
angel in her sinful devilish outfit to make me come for England, over and over.
This novel attraction I have towards her is both fascinating and confusing and challenging.
Thankfully, I thrive off a challenge.

I could see the swarms of chancers eyeing her
up from all directions. The last thing I want right now is to see another man
trying his luck with her or even managing to stake a claim on her tonight. With
that thought I’m compelled to drop Craig another text.

Soon come brother. Keep the vultures at
bay.

The more I’ve watched her the more fascinated
I’ve become. Even if I disregard this weird connection I felt around her
yesterday, she is still the most beautiful contradiction I’ve ever laid my eyes
on. Smiling sweetly with her succulent lips, shy eyes fluttering with a sultry spark.
She’s like innocent prey one minute, ready for the taking, then on the dance
floor she turns into a confident predator. Something tells me she has no clue
how deliriously horny she is making anybody who so much as looks in her
direction.

Craig did a decent job of discreetly making
sure that all any fucker can do is look.

I want to know more. I need to know more if I’m
going to close the deal. This one isn’t like the usual parade of girls I’m
accustomed to. Plus I usually try my best to avoid shitting on my own doorstep.
I don’t use my job as a scouting joint for one night hook ups and try to avoid
bumping into any conquests once we’re done. I’m not in the habit of making
exceptions to that rule.

Then she throws me an almighty swerve ball by
suddenly sticking her tongue down Katie’s throat—a gym member with an eye for
chicks. I know these lot mess around between themselves sometimes but I really
didn’t see that one coming. All thoughts of banging our way through the Kama
Sutra evaporated into apparent disillusion… again!

Yesterday she was wearing a decoy wedding ring
to deter unwanted attention—it worked—and now I don’t even know if she fucks
pussy or dick.

Well, it’s time to delve deeper as she swivels
her stool around slowly to face me. So I’m guessing a slap isn’t on the cards
then.

Being around six foot means I’m towering over
her even though she’s on this stool. I haven’t moved back, so our faces are intentionally
close. Other than acknowledging she’s at the perfect height for me to slide
into her right now, the first thing I’m drawn to are her lips; the sort that
are just as suckable as they are fuckable. Seductively, she pulls this lollipop
out from her mouth, sucking and letting her lips slide around it suggestively. It’s
the action my cock would appreciate right before I plunge to the back of her
throat.

My dick, whom I seldom disagree with, is urging
me to hurry to fuck up. But for now, I’ll happily ride out the discomfort my straining
cock presents because I sense this girl requires a different tact. I still
haven’t sussed her out, I’m not even close. I shift from one foot to the other
hoping to find some extra material to loosen the grip on my groin.

I’m close enough to smell strawberries and I’m thinking
about how juicy her mouth tastes right now.
Fuck
, she’s a force to be
reckoned with. I swear she’s wielding similar powers to that of Medusa; turning
cocks rock hard from one look at those lips. Now that’s got to be a porno in
the making!

The strobes light up her face intermittently
and up this close I start to make out freckles discreetly dotted over her nose
and cheeks, which somehow adds to her layers of mystery. They make her look
sweet and innocent but her enigmatic eyes are telling me a different story. I
can see her studying me so I lean back, with my hands in my pockets, to make
sure she gets a good enough view. But it doesn’t look as though she’s fazed or
even interested with my cocksure appearance. Her eyes are too busy being locked
into mine, which is too intense for me.

Instead, I have no qualms in showing her how
much I appreciate her body. My eyes are drawn down by the V of her top, pointing
straight to her tits, which look just as suckable and fuckable as her lips do and
I’m praying I get to find out if this trend reaches her pussy too. Now that would
be the ultimate discovery; my triple threat. The high standards of what
I
would consider a triple threat, is like getting a royal flush, thrice,
consecutively.