Chapter 6
Jonas
Early morning sunlight streaming in the blind-less windows woke me. I had no idea what time it was, and I didn’t want to know. I was sleepy, comfortable, and warm, wrapped up snuggly in the blankets.
Last night, after Brooklynn and Phoenix finished their argument or whatever it was, they’d chilled out and spent time catching up while I slowly drifted to sleep in my chair beneath the stars.
At some point, I’d been gently shaken awake, stumbled inside, got ready for bed in about three seconds, and conked out again as soon as my head hit the pillow.
I yawned sleepily and stretched my legs.
Or attempted to, rather. They were tangled with another set of legs.
And taking a bleary-eyed glance around, I realized it wasn’t the blankets keeping me warm after all, but Phoenix’s arms and chest. We were on our sides facing each other, and his arms were wrapped loosely around me.
And to my complete embarrassment, every time I moved, my morning wood rubbed against his.
Why was I naked? Oh, that’s right. I recalled that even in my ninety-percent-asleep state last night, I’d still remembered to strip down before sliding into the sheets.
I froze when Phoenix stirred in his sleep.
How to extricate myself without waking him up or busting a nut?
Why was it always me who had these awkward problems?
“Mmm,” Phoenix mumbled, rutting his cock against mine ever so slightly, still asleep as far as I could tell.
All my nerve endings were quickly coming online at the sensation the movement produced.
I rocked my hips once, and my length slid against his.
My blood froze when I realized he’d sucked in a breath and held it.
I dared not move, not even to breathe, and hoped he was still asleep.
But his eyes blinked a few times and cracked open.
I opened my mouth, but no helpful excuse was forthcoming.
Just a jumble of nonsense. “I-I…you were…I mean, we were…tangled…when I woke…and…I’m sorry,” I whispered.
Rather than being rightfully pissed that I’d basically started to get myself off on his body without permission, he pushed me to my back and rolled on top of me, grinding his pelvis against mine.
“Do you want this?” His gruff voice was sexy—raspy from just waking up, but also, I suspected, because of the lust that now burned hotter than the fire we’d sat around last night.
Did I want this? Uhh, yeah. Only for the last decade, at least. I nodded vigorously. “Yes.”
He tilted his head and squinted down at me. “Promise you won’t avoid me again for another six months afterward?”
It was difficult to focus on his words. Most of my concentration was locked onto the tingles and shivers being produced at record-breaking speed from the way he almost lazily gripped our hard, silky cocks together in his hand between us and stroked.
I shook my head, and he frowned. Once his question fully registered in my brain, I was quick to correct myself and nod.
“Yes, I mean. I promise I won’t.”
“Thank fuck for that,” he murmured. He stretched over to his nightstand, tugged the top drawer open, and pulled out a bottle of lube.
“When did you put that there?” I was amazed by his preparedness.
I wished I had a camera to forever memorialize the wicked grin he gave me before saying, “I stashed it there last night after you were out cold, snoring away on your side of the bed.”
“You, sir, are a genius,” I replied, smiling softly. “And very cocky. And also…” I squinted at him. “I do not snore.”
He caressed my cheek with the backs of his fingers. “I was hopeful, not cocky. And for stroking my ego, I’ll stroke your dick with my tongue. And yes, Pickles, you do, in fact, snore. And it’s adorable.”
That new fact tumbled through my brain, distracting me as he shimmied down my body, but my attention re-centered on him as he began to make good on his word.
The vein along the underside of my cock pulsed when he engulfed me in his warm mouth and sucked.
I’d had blow jobs before, but I was usually on the giving end rather than the receiving end.
Something about my smaller body made others just assume certain things about me.
But I loved getting head as much as the next guy, maybe even more because it was a rare pleasure for me.
And Phoenix was putting all my past experiences to shame.
Not because he was unrealistically talented with his tongue, but because he was passionate and thoughtful in everything he did; it was apparent even now with my cock shoved down his throat.
He sucked, stroked, and tongued me to a quick release.
I came down his throat, gripping his hair and calling out his name with my forearm pressed against my lips to keep the noise down.
His eyes were wild when he fell to the bed beside me, the hunger and desire in his eyes almost overwhelming.
I didn’t understand where this was coming from.
He had access to some of the most sophisticated, successful, and sexy men in New York City.
Men that I could never compare to. Men that he regularly cycled through, as Brooklynn told it.
Why me? Why now? Not that I’d complain about it.
This had to be some sort of vacation fling of convenience for him—and I dare not try to fool myself that it was anything other than that—so I decided to roll with it.
Why shouldn’t I? I was just as worthy of being…
flung…by him as any other man. Right? Right.
My conscience piped up in the back of my brain: Just protect yourself, Jonas.
Don’t let your heart be bigger than your brain.
I handed him the bottle of lube that he’d discarded. “I’m negative if you want to…” I trailed off.
The wicked grin returned. And then he pounced.
He lubed his fingers and stretched me open as fast and as thoroughly as possible until he couldn’t wait any longer.
“We can take things slower next time,” he said while he had three fingers in me and his other hand was generously spreading lube over his hard cock.
He leaned down and pressed a kiss to my forehead, then lined himself up with my hole.
He removed his fingers in one second and replaced them with his dick in the next.
He’d used so much lube that he slid in like he was going for home plate.
Phoenix shoved a pillow under my hips, gripped the undersides of my knees, and began to move, sliding in and out smoothly, taking pleasure from my body with every movement.
With each deep thrust inside, he nudged against my prostate, creating shivers and waves of ecstasy that started in my core and radiated through every limb.
My spent dick perked up, and my legs began to shake in his hands.
“Phoenix,” I whimpered, grabbing his arms and trying to pull him even closer, like there was still too much space between us.
“I know, baby,” he said reverently, leaning down and kissing my forehead again.
“Trust me, I know. I’ve wanted to feel you like this for so long now.
” Phoenix moaned softly. He straightened one of my legs, bent forward a little, and kissed the inside of my thigh.
I was a puddle of goo, completely moldable at his fingertips.
“I knew you’d be perfect.” He shifted positions, pressing my knees to my chest and hitting a whole new angle.
“Really?” I moaned as he made a particularly long, deep thrust. His cock pulsed, and he shot his hot load in me.
“Fuck yes,” he hissed, either answering my question or voicing the sensations he felt out loud. Whichever it was, I’d take it. Another orgasm shot from me with little to no warning, and I gasped out a breath as cum spurted onto my chest.
It was at that moment, of course, with us in this most compromising of positions, that there was a knock at the bedroom door. Bronwyn’s voice came through from the other side.
“Boys? I’ve got breakfast keeping warm for you downstairs. Everyone else has eaten and is getting ready to head out. Marcus will be meeting us in the lane in about twenty minutes.”
We were going on a hike this morning, our first of the trip, and Marcus, I gathered, was our hiking guide.
“Thanks, Ma,” Phoenix replied. “What’s for breakfast?”
Because this was the moment—with his softening cock slipping out of my ass and his cum dripping out behind it—for him to inquire about the breakfast menu.
He grinned at me when I widened my eyes and gestured at the lower half of my body.
Surely, he knew the door was not locked.
Unless he wanted Mama Kennedy to walk in here and see my starfish stretched out with cooling jizz dripping from it, he might want to shut up.
The twinkle in his eyes led me to believe he was picking up on the silent warning I was flinging his way. He leaned forward and licked up some of the cum from my chest. I sucked in a ragged breath.
“Scrambled eggs, Canadian bacon, and shredded potatoes,” Bronwyn replied.
Phoenix flicked his tongue over my nipple, licking a rogue drop that had flung up there. “Yum,” he whispered. Then louder he said, “Okay, thanks. Be down in a few.”
After her footsteps faded away, I could finally breathe again. I shoved against him gently with one hand. “You are hazardous to my health, Phoenix Logan Kennedy. Now get up before she comes back and barges in this time.”
He chuckled quietly. “Okay, Pickles. If you insist.”
I gave him a scathing glare, but before he could roll off me, I grabbed him and kissed him, morning breath and all.
I knew what he’d said earlier, about taking things slower the next time, but for all I knew, this could be the only time I’d have this opportunity with Phoenix.
I didn’t want to walk away from it without having kissed him.
He momentarily froze, and then fell into it as well, molding his mouth to mine and deepening the kiss.
His last words before he finally pulled away to get ready for breakfast and hiking were, “Remember your promise, Jonas.”
He needed not worry. We still had almost two weeks together, and I was hoping for and looking forward to more.