Angela

The world seemed to keep spinning. I was contented in drowning in the sea of men but when Jaxon lifted me up I felt as if someone saved me from drowning and I could finally breathe again. Next thing I knew, all I could focus on were those silver orbs shining in my direction.

I didn’t know where he was carrying me to and I didn’t care. All I care about was this addicting smell of flowers, who knew someone so manly could smell like flowers. In a blink of an eye, I was on a soft surface. I didn’t hesitate but lounge more on the soft surface. My world finally focused when Jaxon shrugged his shirt off and crawled on top of me.

My heart was beating fast as I stayed flat on the soft surface, we must be on a bed. Since when did we get to a room?

I’ve had too much alcohol but I didn’t regret it. If this Jaxon was only a figment of my drunken state imagination then I never wanted it to ever end. I felt his warm breath against my ear as he whispered seductively in a low tone “I will take you on this bed and make you groan. I’ll worship your body, every square inch of it. I’ll paint your skin with my tongue… but I won’t be nice.”

I felt a huge lump in my throat just by hearing those words coming out of his mouth. I couldn’t say nor think anything.

His fingers lightly touched my exposed neckline, once again his touch was warm and it made me ache everywhere. I closed my eyes as I basked in the pleasure of his sweet touch. Suddenly I felt his lips gently press against mine, it wasn’t rough like the first few times he kissed me. It was soft almost like cotton kisses.

He pulled away slightly and I could feel his breath tingle against my lips. I wanted to kiss him again, to taste his sugary sweet lips again. But as I looked into his eyes I was suddenly taken aback.

His silver eyes held an emotion that made me want to melt. They held a want. A need. A lustful desire. I was torn on whether to melt within his stare or be utterly confused. Didn’t he say I wasn’t his type? Yet he’s looking at me with such intensity.

“I thought I wasn’t your type?” I didn’t want to ask him that but my drunk-self decided for me. He suddenly licked my earlobe and dragged his tongue down all the way to my collarbone making me gasp out loud. I’ve never had a man do something like this and making me feel amazing.

“Didn’t I say that I’d worship your body? If you weren’t my type then I wouldn’t worship it… remember Angel, men can easily lie.” his tone was still low and seductive.

His hands expertly made its way towards the back of my dress to unzip it. “You look amazing in your dress but I’d prefer your clothes to be on the floor.” he whispered. Every time he spoke I could feel a pleasurable shiver travel down my spine. His hands touched and roamed my newly exposed skin, and I was in nothing but matching nude color lacy bra and panties.

It even exposed the light freckles I had all over my body. I had a few freckles on my cheeks but I cover them up with makeup. Making it seem like they were never there. I’ve always hated my freckles since I always got teased by people for having them. His eyes trailed all over my body and his hand traced where my freckles were.

“Cute.” he said as his eyes still traced all over my freckles.

Usually, when I’m with a guy I would be the one in control. But with Jaxon, I was under his. I felt weak being near him. I suddenly wanted him to dominate me. Punish me. Make me feel incredible heights.

I never wanted his touch to fade. I wanted to feel more of him on my body.

I suddenly remembered the other night he had with the girl and it only made me want him to dominate me more. I wanted to be the only one his fingers touched, the only one he lusted for. He pressed his lips against mine once more, part of his lips squeezed in between mine. When he detached his lips from mine he pulled away just enough for him to look at me with his silver eyes.

“I want you to never get the taste of me out of your mouth.” he said as he joined our lips once again in a fury kiss. I wanted him to want me without restrictions.

I simply wanted him to be mine.

Suddenly he roughly flipped my body so I was lying on my stomach. He kissed the back of my neck making me shiver then he dragged his lips down my back until he reached the part right above my butt. He kissed my lower back and gently sucked on it leaving a love mark.

My hands gripped tightly onto the bed sheet as my toes curled in ecstasy. I was going crazy just by the feel of his lips. I moaned when his hand gave a firm spank to my ass.

“I don’t want anyone to see you in this state.” he growled as he gave another spank on my ass making me whimper. “Do you understand me?” he asked as he squeezed my ass. I nodded but then he gave another spank and demanded “Answer me.”

“Yes.” I managed to squeak out. He unhook my bra and managed to toss it across the room. Where the hell are we? I don’t know. All I know is the only thing existing in this room is the soft bed and Jaxon.

He reached from underneath and squeezed my breasts. My toes curled in pleasure as I shut my eyes. “They’re so perfect.” He commented.

He unexpectedly and roughly flipped me over once more so that I was now lying on my back. My eyes opened to look at him who looked like a predator staring down at his prey. All my life I’ve played the predator when it came to the other sex, and suddenly here comes Jaxon who made me seem like I was at the bottom of the food chain and I enjoyed it.

I already felt tension building up for my climax. And he hasn’t even touched my goods yet. That’s how magical Jaxon’s touch is at the moment.

Just as things were getting good and I was stuck in Jaxon paradise, I was suddenly pulled out of my little fantasy world by the feeling of vomit. The disgusting bile made its way to my throat but I wasn’t sober enough to quickly react. Instead I bolted up and threw up on my lap.

“Shit.” I heard Jaxon cussed as I kept vomiting on the bed. When I was done vomiting I became extremely dizzy. Instead of standing up to get away from my vomit I buried my face within my hands, incredibly embarrassed. I was utterly embarrassed of my situation, everything was going great until the consequences of drinking alcohol decided to come now. My sweet dream suddenly turned into a complete nightmare.

I’ve never wanted the ground to swallow me more than ever. I expected Jaxon to turn away and feel disgusted but he did the complete opposite. He scooped me up into his arms, bridal style, even if I was covered in my own vomit. My face was still buried within my hands, I don’t know how to face Jaxon let alone say anything to him.

I was suddenly placed on a cold surface that made slightly jump. I looked around to see that I was in the bathtub. He turned on the water, he touched the water with his hands making sure the water was the right temperature. I was barely sober that I couldn’t help but stare at how Jaxon’s muscles on his arm flexed. He caught me staring, he said nothing but the smirk on his face was enough to know what he was thinking. His hands were gentle and tender even when he’s just cleaning but it also made me wonder if he was just cleaning me so he got an excuse to touch my legs… but he really don’t need any reason to touch me.

I didn’t know if my thoughts were what I truly felt or it was the alcohol talking.

“You… you don’t really need to do this.” I stuttered. I never stuttered when it came to the opposite sex but I completely made a fool of myself in front of Jaxon.

“Don’t worry… it’s only an excuse to touch your legs.” he said.

I knew it.

When I said nothing Jaxon let out a small laugh. “Not only that, things like this happened.” he tried making me feel better. I groaned as I laid my head on his shoulder. “But I totally ruined the mood.” I complained. I was craving for those sweet lips of his, the slight taste of him drives me crazy and leaves me wanting more.

He chuckled, his voice seemed very close to my ear. When he suddenly whispered “We can always create the mood like that but it would be even better when you’re sober.” His voice was the same as before low and seductive, and no matter how many times I’ve heard it, it would still send chills down my back.

I pulled away to look into his eyes. When his wet hand caressed my cheek it removed some of the makeup, revealing the freckles on my cheeks. He frowned at first as his hand continued to remove the makeup covering my freckles. He then leaned forward and press a kiss on each cheek as if he was kissing my freckles.

“Don’t ever cover them up.” he said.

“But they look ugly.” I argued.

“No they don’t… they look beautiful on you.” he said. Who knew such words could give so much meaning? For the first time in my life I grew to love my freckles. After years of hating them, I finally love them just because he said I looked beautiful with them.

When I was finally clean he wrapped my body with a towel and said “Let’s get you clean then get you home.”