Seventeen
Holden
Every molecule in my being has been lit on fire by Phoenix, and the only thing I want right now is to keep fanning the flames. Keep kissing and touching him until I’m nothing but a pile of ash and debris on the ground at his feet.
From the way he’s kissing me back, full of anger and passion, there’s no doubt in my mind he’s thinking the same thing. It’s also not enough. Nothing will be until he’s as wrecked and shattered as I am; as needy and feral.
And I have no intention of stopping this until that happens.
I break our kiss, only to carry him safely up the steps of the pool before capturing his mouth all over again. My every intention is to get him naked and under me, if only to show him everything he’s been missing by denying this uncontrollable desire coursing between us.
Except the second I step toward the door leading inside, his hand tightens around my forearms and he shakes his head.
“We can’t go inside. Someone will hear us,” he mutters in harsh pants against my lips.
“Well, we can’t stay out here.”
Confusion mars his features as he tries to slip out of my hold, but my fingers tighten on the underside of his thighs to keep his legs locked around my waist. Fuck if he thinks he’s getting out of my grasp right now.
He’ll be lucky if I ever let him out of reach ever again, especially when it took this long to get him here in the first place.
“Why not?”
“Because,” I growl as his back collides with one of the columns supporting the carport, “a pool lounger won’t be stable enough for all the things I plan to do to you.”
I catch his arched brow in the dim glow of the pool deck lights. “What makes you think you’re the one who’s gonna be doing anything to me? ”
The smirk forming on my lips can’t be helped. Always so damn abrasive, this one.
“If I didn’t know any better, I’d take that as a challenge.”
My hips press into his for emphasis, and the ridge of his erection grinding against my own is something between Heaven and Nirvana. But the fabric from our trunks preventing us from being skin on skin is pure torture.
I need to touch him again—every bare, hard inch of him.
It feels like I might die if I don’t.
An idea takes hold of me, and before he can change his mind and bolt, I walk us the twenty yards toward the outdoor shower, where the edge of the property meets the beach.
He either must realize my intention or not care what my plan is, since his lips and teeth start carving a path from my jaw to my collarbone.
And thank God it’s not any farther, because, by the time I step into the three-sided bamboo enclosure, my cock is hard enough to cut diamonds.
His back collides with the wall of the privacy screen, and I take my turn to devour him right back. My teeth skate over his jaw as I rock my hips into him again, letting him feel just how desperate I am for him.
A raspy chuckle leaves him when his elbow knocks the knob into an on position, causing water to start pouring from the shower head above us.
And if I thought he was sexy before, it’s got nothing on the way water cascades down his face and body.
Catching on his eyelashes and dripping off his lips in a way that… I just have to kiss him all over again.
“You really like slamming me into things, don’t you?” he muses when we come up for air.
“Are you telling me you don’t like being manhandled?” I rasp against his lips and loosen my hold on his thighs, finally allowing him to stand. “Or would you rather be the one manhandling me?”
The cord lights running along the top trim of the enclosure are the only thing illuminating his face, but it’s more than enough for me to watch his teeth scrape over his bottom lip.
God, he’s beautiful. Beautiful and finally fucking mine.
“I want both,” he finally says slowly, fingers dancing down my bicep. “I want you to drive me to the brink of insanity only to stop and let me return the favor.”
A hellish smile curves my lips before I whisper a single word against his mouth.
“Done.”
And with that, I drop to my knees and pull his trunks down past his ass; waiting to get my hands on him is no longer an option. His cock pops free from the waistband, hard and ready for me, and I wrap my fist around it and stroke him slowly.
Phoenix sinks his teeth into his plush, kiss-swollen lower lip again as he watches me, a hunger in his eyes that I’m positive mirrors my own.
“Are you planning to suck it or not?”
“Maybe I want to play with you a little first.” My lips curl up in a smirk as I roll my thumb over the nerve beneath his swollen head. “I already know how much you like this.”
Fire and lust darken his gaze as he continues staring at me through the water raining down on us, and I realize being on my knees for him like this only adds to the potency.
It’s enough to spur me into action, and I flick my tongue out over the head, swiping the precum up with a single lick.
The salty tang bursts on my taste buds, and I beg my memory to recall something.
Anything to fill in the gaps. But all I get is a growing need and desire—both of which quickly become too strong to withstand, and I wrap my lips around the head to take my first long pull of him.
His length slides over my tongue until he reaches the back of my throat, eliciting a throaty, tortured gasp from his lips.
“Oh, fuck, baby,” he groans.
His hand grips the back of my head, fingers sinking into my hair, and he rolls his hips forward. The motion sends him even deeper, and I hollow my cheeks as he inches down my throat.
I pull back, running my tongue along the underside of his shaft, before taking him again—this time to the hilt. Tears prick at my eyes as I continue working him over like this, the water cascading from the shower rinsing them down the drain immediately.
Despite wanting to unravel him my own way—despite Phoenix asking for just that—I allow him to take the reins when his hand tightens in my hair.
The way he takes control is undoubtedly one of the sexiest things I’ve experienced.
His hips set the pace for us, giving me slow, deep thrusts while he slides over my tongue all the way to the back of my throat.
My hands roam up and down his calves and thighs, mapping and memorizing every inch of his skin. He picks up speed, now fucking my face like it’s his dying wish. Hell, it might be mine as well, since I can’t seem to get enough of it.
Of him.
God, I want all of him.
I moan around his cock when it twitches between my lips, my own aching behind the confines of my board shorts. But just when I think I’ve got him there—that I’ll finally get to taste him again—he tightens his hand and forces me to release him.
“We have to stop,” he gasps after he drags me up to stand in front of him.
I shake my head, water flinging off the ends of my hair. “Not until we’re both wrung dry,” I murmur the words against his lips before sealing my mouth to his again.
I knew I was drunk that night—at the Kappa Sig house. Knew I blacked out, too, seeing as I woke up the next morning in a stranger’s bed with no recollection of the night before. Yet, I had no clue just what moments were evading my memories until now.
Now? I wish I could remember everything.
In vivid, explicit detail.
But if I can’t? If they’re truly gone for good?
Then I’m damn well gonna make some new ones.
“It’s your turn to drive me mad,” I mutter against his lips before shoving his soaked trunks to the ground. I do the same with mine before tossing them outside the enclosure.
His nearly black eyes darken further as they trace over my naked body.
“Then I need you to turn around,” he utters, his voice raw and grated with lust. It sends bolts of desire down my spine, and I shiver.
Doing as he asks, I place my hands flat against the bamboo screen.
Anticipation builds inside me as Phoenix’s chest collides with my back, every hard inch of him pressed into me.
His shaft nestles between my cheeks, and the water pouring over us makes it just slippery enough to slide up and down my crease with ease.
“You’re so. Fucking. Hot,” he rasps against the back of my neck.
It’s the second time I’ve been told that tonight, but hell, if hearing it from him isn’t a million times better than it was falling from Kason’s lips. Hearing that Phoenix is just as affected and attracted…it’s exhilarating.
Not as exhilarating as his palm wrapping around my cock, though. That just about makes me come on the spot.
Every pull and stroke he makes over my length has my balls drawing up in pleasure, and God, if I don’t welcome it.
His hands on me are the things my fantasies have been made of lately, as much as I hate admitting it.
But even as he continues jacking me while exploring my skin with his mouth, I can tell it’s not enough. It’s not even close.
“More,” I pant as his teeth scrape against my shoulder. “Need more.”
It’s a plea, not a request. At this point, I’ll beg for him. Whatever is needed to take anything he’s willing to give.
“How much more?”
“Inside me,” I say between ragged breaths. “Right now, Nix. I want you inside me.”
His forehead rests between my shoulder blades, and I hear him utter a soft curse. “I don’t have a condom.”
Shit.
I don’t either, and there’s no way we’re ending this just to take a trip to the closest twenty-four-hour convenience store.
I shake my head, wishing we could move this party inside. Or anywhere with the proper supplies, because…
“Me either.”
“Damnit,” Phoenix whispers, and I feel his forehead roll back and forth over my skin as he shakes his head. “We need to stop then. It’s not—”
“Fuck the condom,” I tell him, turning in his arms to meet his eyes. “We can stop if it’s really what you want, but you’re not gonna catch anything from me. I’d never put you at risk.”
His expression is filled with worry and unease. Doubt, even. And honestly, it’s not unmerited given my reputation, even if it is a bit insulting.