Twenty-Two
Holden
Phoenix pinned against the wall, his hard body rocking and arching into mine as he seeks out my touch, has to be the foundation of all my recent fantasies finally coming to life.
His soft moans against my lips being swallowed down, my touch creating a feral need he can no longer fight.
It’s everything I’ve been craving since that night in Florida.
Even my wildest imagination couldn’t hold a candle to the real thing, though.
“We shouldn’t do this here,” he pants into my mouth. “We shouldn’t do this at all.”
I agree with him about the first point—there’s a good chance someone could walk in this room at any time only to get an eyeful of two guys going at each other like animals in heat.
But the second point, we’ll have to agree to disagree.
I just wish he’d stop fighting this.
“If this is wrong, then why does it feel so fucking right?” I ask, my hands slipping under his shirt. Hard, smooth skin waits for me beneath the hem, and my fingers dance across the bumps and ridges of his abs before grabbing the waistband of his jeans.
His breaths are harsh against my lips as he mutters, “Being that your morals and loyalty are questionable at best.”
“Loose morals make for good stories,” I remind him, my mouth moving to his throat to bite and suck at the skin there. “But contrary to what you might think of me, I’m as loyal as they come.”
He shakes his head, and I’m not sure if it’s in disagreement with what I said or something else. But he clearly has no intention of voicing the reasoning, because he just claws at my jeans some more and murmurs against my lips.
“Would you just stop talking and take your clothes off before I change my mind?”
“We both know changing your mind is out of the question, Nix,” I murmur, licking at the seam of his lips. “We’re both in far too deep for that.”
The flare in his eyes as he pulls back to look at me reveals he knows it’s the truth. This thing between us might not be what we expected. Hell, it might not even be what we wanted to happen, either. But there’s no way we can stop it now.
His teeth sink into his lower lip before whispering, “Then strip.”
I shake my head before resting it against his. “Absolutely not.”
“Are you kidding—”
I cut him off with a kiss, hoping it’s enough to rein in the ire. Or better yet, for him to channel it into me. Thankfully it works, his lips melting into mine as our tongues flick and roll against each other in slow, tantalizing perfection.
“I’m not kidding,” I murmur into his mouth when I break away. “As much as I want you to fuck me here and now, I’d really like to prevent someone from hearing us and walking in.”
“I don’t care about getting caught,” he pants, hips rocking forward into mine.
A soft laugh leaves me as my mouth trails over his jaw all the way to his ear. “And here I thought you said you weren’t an exhibitionist.”
He lets out a low growl at my taunt, and if his mind is anything like mine, he’s thinking back to that sinful moment at the condo where I watched him fall apart from my touch.
A different room, a different locked door, but all the same risks.
Heat flares in his eyes as he swaps our positions, my back colliding with the wall as he presses his entire body against mine. I can feel him everywhere—every hard, muscled inch of his body—as he cages me in the way I love to do with him.
He doesn’t stay there long, though, instead opting to take this sordid encounter a step further by dropping to his knees in front of me.
“If you’re not gonna give me what I want willingly,” he whispers, deft fingers working open my belt with ease, “then I’m gonna have to be forced to take it.”
My jeans and boxers are shoved down just past my ass, and my God, the sight of him wrapping his hand around my cock while on his knees is nearly enough for me to come undone on the spot.
But it’s got nothing on the pure bliss that encompasses me when his lips wrap around the head of my cock instead.
“Oh, fuck, Nix,” I groan, my head falling back against the wall as I close my eyes.
He lets out a low, appreciative hum as he takes me deeper, letting my shaft slide in and out of his mouth with ease.
His tongue flicks around the crown of my cock each time he pulls back, playing with the sensitive bundle of nerves below the head before diving back in again.
Taking me to the back of his throat, he lets out another hum, and it sends waves of lust zapping down my spine, straight to my balls.
I moan, my hand sinking into his soft, brown locks. “Your mouth is something straight out of heaven.”
His lips tighten around my shaft, and when my eyes open to look down at him, I find the asshole smiling around my cock. Like a kid with a lollipop in his mouth.
Oh, hell.
He keeps working me over like that, taking me deep enough for his nose to brush my pelvis before retreating to just the head.
It’s slow and tortuous, but also deliciously addictive.
But if there’s one thing for certain, he has every intention of drawing this out.
Of making me suffer in pleasure before finally allowing me release.
If he allows it.
He pops off my cock, his hand taking over where his mouth just was.
“You gonna come down my throat, baby? Because I’m dying to taste you again.”
I don’t miss the way he said again, and seeing as I can’t remember this man getting on his knees before now, I can only assume he’s talking about the first night we were together. The one I can’t remember.
So I put a pin in that thought for later and move my hand, curling it around the back of his neck.
“Depends if you’re gonna let me return the favor. Because you know I’m a tit-for-tat kinda guy.”
His grin is downright devious when he leans forward, brushing his lips against the head of my cock. “Nah, I think it’s my turn to have all the fun.”
I think not.
He’s about to dive back in, licking and sucking my dick like a popsicle all over again, when my fingers tighten in his hair and halt him from moving. And the glare he shoots my way because of it could melt ice and make the devil weep, but I don’t care.
I want my hands on him. Now.
“Get up here,” I snap, grabbing him by the arm and dragging him back to his feet. “If I’m coming, so are you. Now take off your fucking pants.”
There’s a defiant glint in his eye as he stands in front of me, and I swear, it might be the sexiest look of them all. Specifically when it’s aimed at me while he slowly lowers his zipper.
“Do what you want to me, baby. Do your fucking worst.”
It’s clear he thinks I’ll be dropping to my knees in return, but little does he know, I have very different plans.
Reaching out, I grab the collar of his shirt and reel him back to me, our mouths colliding in an addictively furious kiss.
One full of pent-up lust and desire, making my toes curl as I swap our positions again.
His back hits the wall behind him with a louder thud than intended, and I send up a silent prayer that no one is in the room next door.
Or at least, no one who cares enough to come and check.
My hand slips between us, and I quickly shove his pants down past his ass—just enough to pull his cock free.
It’s hard and swollen, the red, angry tip already glistening with precum that makes me want to change my mind and drop to my knees.
But I shove the thought away and press into him so our dicks perfectly align.
I spit in my palm a couple times before wrapping my fist around both our lengths and giving us a nice, slow tug.
Phoenix’s eyes roll back in his head before he lets out a low groan, the sound going straight to my already aching cock. His hands skate up my back to my shoulders while I work us over, and from the way they grip my deltoids tightly, he’s barely keeping it together already.
I stroke us from root to tip, rolling my fist over our heads and drawing out more precum to coat our shafts. His hips arch into my touch, seeking more of the friction I’m providing.
“Fuck, baby,” he rasps, those dark brown eyes now black with lust. “Don’t stop.”
I have no intention of stopping until we reach that peaceful oblivion and are both wrung dry of cum, barely able to stand, let alone walk out of here.
My tongue licks a path up his throat from his collarbone to his jaw, and a groan rumbles deep in his chest. His hands grip me tighter, like he’s holding on for dear life when I want him to let go. To be taken over by pleasure, only to be lost to the world.
To anything except me and him and this and us.
I pick up speed, my hand moving quickly over our shafts now. The bump and grind of our heads creates the perfect kind of friction, and it’s got my cock twitching in my palm. From the soft groans and precum seeping from his slit, he’s feeling the same way.
“You’re so fucking perfect,” I murmur in reverence, loving every movement and sound he makes.
My lips brush against the skin of his throat before placing a kiss to his pulse point. I keep working them over his heated flesh, making my way toward his mouth as his hips start rolling in time with my hand.
A moan drags from his throat when my mouth skims over his, not in a kiss but in a whisper of a caress. One as seductive as it is taunting.
“Kiss me,” he pants, but rather than waiting for me to do it, he grabs the back of my neck and draws my mouth to his.
His tongue spears between my lips, taking what he wants as I push us closer and closer to the impending bliss. He must be close too, because he starts thrusting up into my palm, and each one drives me closer to the edge of insanity.
Release is right there for the taking; I can feel it all the way down to my toes. And when his teeth sink into my lower lip, tugging at it to the point of near pain, I fall off the cliff into ecstasy with a low moan.
Cum spills from my cock, the liquid coating my fingers and spreading down our lengths as I continue jacking them together. I need him there with me, though. I want him thrown over the cliff into freefall right beside me.
“Fuck, Nix,” I pant as I shuttle my fist over us faster. “Come. Give it to me.”
As if my words alone were enough to push him over the edge, Phoenix’s cock pulses against mine and his release spurts free.
It drips down our shafts, mixing with mine as I continue working him through his climax.
His teeth sink into his lower lips as he tries to stay quiet, but the moans and pants are too much for me to withstand, so I haul him closer and seal my mouth over his.
I swallow down those little sounds, taking them for myself. After all, they belong to me.
He belongs to me.
His grip on my shoulder lessens before his arm falls to his side, but the one wrapped around my neck remains as he takes our kiss from frantic to languid. Every soft, slow sweep of his lips on mine has my heart racing faster than my orgasm slamming into me at full force.
“Holy shit,” he murmurs as we both come down from the high of our climax. But when a smile forms on his lips while they brush mine, the same fluttering feeling hits me all over again.
Everything about this guy turns me inside out before twisting me in knots.
I release our cocks and pull my shirt over my head to use the fabric as a cum cloth.
Not exactly ideal, though it’s the quickest, easiest option to get us cleaned up.
We’ve already chanced this encounter enough, and as much as I’d like to curl up in a cum-soaked heap on the ground, the likelihood of us getting caught here with our pants literally down only gets higher the longer we stay.
Phoenix’s eyes never leave me as we right ourselves, and once he’s completely redressed, he digs through his bag until he pulls out a Leighton Baseball hoodie.
“Here,” he says, holding it out for me to take.
My throat constricts as I shrug into it, becoming enveloped in his scent, and God, if it doesn’t do something strange to my heart.
It feels like he has his fist wrapped around it, and every time I catch sight of a new or innocent piece of him, he squeezes it a little harder. Claims it a little bit more.
And that’s how I know I’m well and truly fucked here.
But not as much as when his eyes slide over my body while wearing his hoodie, before he cups the back of my head and draws me in for another kiss. One that’s not remotely sexual or seductive, just a simple press of his lips to mine. Soft, sweet, and painstakingly slow.
Correction: now, I’m fucked.
His brown eyes bore into mine when he breaks away, and when his fingertips scrape against my skull, I have to fight the urge to lean into his touch.
“You still wanna talk? Now’s the chance.”
“ Now?” I ask, my brow lifting in surprise.
“No time like the present,” he counters. “Or did you say everything you had to when you cornered me in here?”
I have so much more to say, it’s not even funny. And on top of that, a mountain of questions that only pile higher every time the two of us are alone. Or when we end up naked and coming.
However, the last thing I want is to ruin this moment by pissing him off. Or worse, sending him running for the hills, only to avoid me for weeks on end all over again.
“What does this mean?” I whisper, my nose brushing against his. “Because this is all new to me, Nix, and I have no idea what I’m doing. I don’t know…”
“I don’t know, either.” He presses his forehead to mine. “I just know I don’t do casual, and I don’t share. I’m not built for it. So if you can’t do that, then—”
“Done.”
A soft chuckle escapes him. “Do you even know what that means?”
“I think I have a pretty good idea.”
His forehead rolls against mine when he nods, finally accepting whatever this is between us as something he can no longer fight. “We can’t tell anyone. No one will understand. Especially Kason.”
“Okay.” At this point, I’ll agree to whatever terms he lays out for me without question. “Whatever you want, as long as that happens again really fucking soon.”
“You could’ve had even more, but you said no.”
“There’s always time for round two if you come over after practice,” I remind him.
He chuckles again as his fingers scrape and rake through my hair some more. “God, I really am going to Hell for this.”
My mouth curls into a grin against his lips. “That’s okay. I’ll meet you there.”