Chapter 25 The Phoenix #2
“Seeing the way you look at me, without fear, is a big enough turn on. I’ll fuck you right next to his empty rotting husk of a body and not care in the slightest.” In emphasis, he pressed his hips against me, the hard length of him pressing firm against my lower stomach.
I bit my lip, unable to stop myself from grabbing the back of his neck and pulling his mouth back to mine.
The rest of the world faded out as his tongue met mine. He wasn’t gentle with me, and this time I was far from in control of his actions. I didn’t want tender and loving after I watched what he had done; I wanted him raw and unrestrained.
Our lips never parted as he hooked both of his hands around my thighs and pulled them roughly up to his waist. On instinct, I wrapped my legs around him tightly as he moved us a little to the right of the bathroom.
My nightgown rose as he moved, up my legs and revealing most of my ass.
Cold porcelain from the sink counter made contact with my exposed skin as he set me on the edge.
My legs dropped from around his body as he moved one of his hands to my legs. Roughly, he dragged two fingers down my center, feeling how wet he had made me, before shoving them in.
I broke away from him with a moan on my lips, but his other hand came up to grip my throat, silencing me as he took away my ability to breathe.
“I’m going to fuck you now, Raelynn, but I’m going to need you to be silent.
Can you do that for me?” He asked, dragging his nose down the side of my face as he spoke, inhaling my scent and putting more pressure on my throat for emphasis.
My pussy throbbed as he constricted my airway, gripping his fingers tightly around my neck as his other hand continued pumping his fingers in and out of me.
“If you can’t manage that for me, I’m going to fuck you until my cum is dripping out of your tight little pussy, but I’m not going to allow you any release, do you understand me?
” His voice was rougher than usual, sensual and gravely, like he should have been narrating a romance novel.
I nodded, and he released some of the pressure on my throat, still maintaining a firm grip on me.
“Good girl,” he whispered, yanking me back to him as his fingers continued to fuck me.
“Touch me, Rae,” he ordered, shifting his arm enough so that my hands could reach his jeans as he continued to pump his fingers slowly into me, his thumb expertly circling my clit as my thighs clenched him tighter against me.
Daxton didn’t release my throat and held me high enough that I couldn’t dip my eyes down to see what I was doing.
It wouldn’t have mattered anyway, with the only light coming from the dim bulb over the shower everything was hard to see.
My hands met the rock hard planes of his stomach and slowly traced over them, finding every muscle was well defined.
The corners of my eyes were able to glance in the mirror beside us, the only thing visible was the bedsheet currently holding up Brandon's body, the sight of his limp forming an aphrodisiac for our desire.
As he continued his assault on me with his fingers, I grew desperate to touch him.
Without wasting much time, I found the zipper on his jeans and pulled it down, his bulging erection brushing the back of my hand as I finished unzipping him.
He nearly sprang free from his boxers as I took his cock out.
He groaned against my mouth as I wrapped my hand around him to stroke him, barely able to get my fingers to touch around his thickness.
Daxton broke away from me and buried his face in my neck as he released my throat.
I barely noticed I had the ability to take a full breath as I felt him thrust into my hand as I stroked him.
“Fuck Rae,” he moaned, biting down on my shoulder to muffle his own moans.
I continued to pump him in the same rhythm as he used his fingers to fuck me.
His hand that was on my throat released and slid down my shoulder to pull the strap of my nightgown off my shoulder and down to under my full breast. His fingers found my pebbled nipples and didn’t waste any time with gentle pulls this time.
He pinched them to the point of pain that made me want to beg him to go harder.
I bit my lip to keep from crying out and begging him for what my body needed.
I wanted him to make me cum with his cock more.
The pain from him pinching my nipple caused me to arch my hips, my pussy contracting on his fingers as a deep need grew low in my core. Realizing that he was driving me to the edge, he withdrew his fingers.
I wanted to pout from the sudden loss, feeling empty without the contact.
Daxton wasted no time in removing my hand from his cock and lining it up with me, teasing my entrance as he rubbed it up and down, coating himself in my arousal.
In the feeble light, I could barely see his dark eyes; shadows covered most of his face, but I could feel them on me as he slid himself in.
A gasp escaped my mouth as I stretched around him.
He wasn’t slow, and he wasn’t gentle. Pulling himself out just to rock back into me several times until he was completely seated deep in my pussy.
The fullness of him made my eyes roll back, my legs opening to invite him in further.
Daxton's hands found my hips, holding onto them tightly enough that I was sure I'd have bruises in the shape of his handprints as he began pounding into me.
There was no beautiful rhythm to his thrusts, no magical moment before the events began.
He rutted against me like it was our last day to live, and he was determined to make us go out of this life completely imprinted on the other.
My hands gripped the back of his neck, my nails digging into his skin hard enough that I couldn’t tell if it was sweat or blood I was feeling beneath my fingers.
It only spurred him on as he continued to pound into me relentlessly.
I could taste the metallic tang of my own blood in my mouth as I bit down harder on my lip.
The desire to moan as he fucked me against the mirror was almost impossible to resist. I could hear the sound of our flesh slapping against each other as he pulled my hips to the very edge of the sink.
His body rocked right against my clit as he fucked me.
My thighs started to shake as I felt myself begin to tighten and pulse around him.
I gripped him even harder as I felt myself come undone on his cock, the waves of pleasure nearly unbearable as he thrust into me a few more times until he found his release.
I was nearly seeing stars as his forehead sank against mine while he stayed firmly seated inside me, his cum starting to leak out and drip down the sides of my ass.
“Fuck Raelynn,” he muttered as he withdrew his cock. As he tucked himself back into his pants, I immediately missed the full feeling of him inside my own body. I’d never felt that way after sex before, completely satisfied and not just used for a man's carnal needs.
He didn’t step away from me as he pulled my nightgown back up, grazing my sensitive nipples as he went. Slowly, this time, he placed a kiss to my lips, sweeter, not filled with the rush of animalistic desire that it had been overflowing with before.
“You should probably get back to bed,” he whispered, helping me down off the sink. I could still feel the mix of our release on the inside of my thighs as I stood up on my toes to meet his lips once more.
“You might want to consider cleaning up here before someone discovers Brandon's corpse.”
He laughed quietly and nodded, running his hand up and down my back in a soothing motion.
Despite my legs still shaking from the intense orgasm I knew he was right, I shouldn’t linger in here any longer than I already had.
Just because the nurse may be asleep at the station at the moment didn’t mean he would remain that way all night.
“Don’t worry about me, I’ll make sure everything is spotless.”
“This isn’t the first time you’ve done this, is it?” I asked as my hands rested on his sides. I didn’t want to break contact with him, the comfort and peace he brought to my mind when we were this close was addicting.
“I’ll explain more tomorrow Rae. Right now I need you to go back to your room. I have a lot more to clean up than I originally thought.” That time I laughed quietly.
“Good night, Daxton,” I said as I stepped away and exited the bathroom.
As I crawled back in bed, I couldn’t help but feel the most at peace than I had in a while.
I may not have held control over that encounter, yet the amount of trust I was starting to place in that man was both exhilarating and terrifying, and I found myself excited to see how it was all going to play out.