Twenty-Five #2
The consuming need to touch him roars back to life—the bone-deep urge too great to withstand anymore—and my hands trail down his back without warning. They coast over the fabric of his shirt until reaching the hemline, where they finally slip beneath the cotton and find his skin.
It’s on fire beneath my fingertips.
“Well, I do.” My voice is thick with lust and heightened emotion when I meet his eyes. “So, just let me thank you.”
I’m not sure which of us moves first, only that our mouths collide seconds later in a kiss equal parts sensual and desperate. As seductive and provocative as it is frenzied.
My palms skate up the smooth muscles of his back while he grips the bottom of my shirt, shoving it up until we’re forced to break apart so he can pull it over my head. His shirt joins mine on the floor soon after, and our lips come crashing back together.
The second they do, something inside us both ignites.
Hands grasp bare skin, our hips rocking into each other of their own accord—both of us painfully hard behind our zippers.
His tongue licks at the seam of my lips in a taunting, wicked caress, leaving me no option other than to open for him.
It flicks and rolls against mine, exploring my mouth slowly, all-encompassingly.
Like it’s the only thing in the world he wants to be doing.
Like he could spend the rest of his life doing it.
A moan breaks free when I cup his length through the denim, and I greedily drink it down. The taste of his unfiltered desire only heightens my own, adding to the feral, uncontrollable need burning between us.
Phoenix rips his mouth away and presses his forehead to mine, his breathing coming out in harsh pants. “You wanna thank me, baby?”
I nod, my forehead rolling against his. “Yeah, I do.”
He smiles against my mouth before brushing another kiss over my lips. “Turn around. Hands on the counter.”
My heart ratchets some more at the husky cadence of his command, and I spin in place before pressing my palms to the cool surface of the vanity. But the pounding against my ribs shows no sign of slowing as I watch him step up behind me in the mirror.
His eyes, dark with hunger and desire, meet mine before he brushes his lips across my shoulder.
He works his way toward my neck at the same time his deft fingers flick open the button of my jeans and draw down the zipper.
Desire ripples down my spine, following the path his mouth takes as it skims over my back until his knees hit the ground.
And then his fingers hook into the waistband of my jeans, dragging them and my boxers down with him, leaving me completely naked.
Kiss after kiss is pressed to my heated skin. First on my hip, then my ass, before his teeth sink into the firm muscle. They bite the flesh there hard enough to draw a moan from my lips, and my hand reaches around to grip his hair.
“On the counter,” he murmurs, his hand returning mine to the vanity.
Goddamnit.
“What if I want to touch you?” I rasp, my fingertips clawing at the counter as I try to keep them to myself.
Touching him is all I want. All I need.
It’s a craving at this point. An addiction I’m desperate for a fix of.
I glance behind me to find him smiling against my skin, eyes locked on my face.
“You’ll have to be patient.”
It’s a difficult task when one of his hands slips between my legs, heightening my anticipation to unbearable lengths.
And it only gets more excruciating as his hand travels up my inner thigh, inching toward my cock at an agonizingly slow pace.
Except his intention isn’t to bring me pleasure.
No, he’s trying to kill me on the spot by removing his touch entirely.
“Oh, my God.” A small bout of irritation slams into me as I turn and glare at him. “Are we playing this edging game again?”
His raspy laugh sets my nerve endings on fire when the heat of it floats over the back of my thigh. “Relax, baby. I promise, I’m not.”
I track his movement as he reaches for the cabinet below and pulls out a bottle of lube.
Oh, thank fuck.
There’s an amused arch to his brow as he flicks open the cap and douses his index and middle fingers in the liquid. “Are you done complaining now?”
“Not a chance until you—”
All words leave my vocabulary as his fingers slip up my crease and press against my hole. They cease to exist as he massages the tight ring of muscle, the pressure drawing my balls up with desire.
A single digit breaches me, and I gasp at the intrusion, the sound turning into a savage groan as he continues biting and nipping my cheek while kneading the other in his palm.
His soft laugh floats over my skin when more unhinged noises come from my throat at his torment. “You were saying?”
Was I saying something? I don’t think I was. Then again, it’s hard to think about anything other than the way he keeps swiping his finger over my prostate like a fuckboy on Tinder.
He presses another finger inside me, the extra stretch drawing a chain of expletives from my lips. “Holyshitmotherfuck.”
I start pushing back into his touch, desperately seeking more of what he’s giving me while his lips trail over my ass. Every sweep and brush against my skin is timed with a press against that spot inside me, and the dual sensation has me needing more.
Anything he’s willing to give.
I’m aching for him in the most desperate, primal way.
“God, Nix,” I groan, as he switches back to little bites and nips on my cheek instead. “Need you.”
His low hum goes straight to my balls, causing goosebumps to break out across my flesh.
And with a final press of his lips to my ass, he rises to stand behind me.
The solid planes and muscles of his body crowd mine against the sink, and my cock pleads for attention when I feel his own nestled in my crease.
“Look in the mirror,” he whispers, his hot breath coasting over my shoulder and throat.
My eyes flick up to our reflection, only for them to meet his gaze while he slips out of his jeans and underwear.
It immediately takes me back to the car ride from hell, his death glares directed at me through the mirror whenever the opportunity presented itself.
Nevertheless, the look in his eyes as the head of his cock slowly presses inside me is nothing like the ones he’s aimed at me before.
There’s no anger or irritation in them. Only reverence.
A low sigh slips past my parted lips as he slides in further, every inch of his cock filling me to the brim. Owning me, the way only he can.
I bite down on my bottom lip to keep from moaning when he bottoms out entirely, and my head drops toward the counter as I wait for my body to adjust to his intrusion.
He peppers kisses across my shoulders and upper back, his hands coasting up and down my sides as he does it. It’s almost like he can’t stop himself from touching me. Feeling me. Tracing every inch of available skin like he’s mapping them to memory.
It doesn’t take long for him to start moving. Pulling his hips back so just the tip is still lodged inside me before pushing in again with another long, slow thrust.
“Watch me fuck you, baby,” he rasps between another achingly slow thrust. “Watch yourself take every inch of my cock.”
My head lifts, and fuck, it’s a sight to see; the two of us in the mirror while he pistons in and out of me.
The lust simmering in my eyes, along with the intensity in his as his gaze meets mine.
The way he bites his lip when his pelvis meets my ass or the way his mouth parts slightly when he starts picking up the pace.
It’s deliciously, sinfully erotic.
“I love taking you from behind like this.” His teeth sink into his lower lip as two fingers trace down my spine in a way that has goosebumps breaking out over my skin again. “Your ass is a thing of perfection as it is, but it’s even better when I watch it swallow my cock.”
“Is that what you did our first time? Took me from behind?”
His attention flicks up, meeting my gaze in the mirror as his fingers reach my crease. There’s a slight twitch to his lips—like he’s trying to keep from smiling—before his tongue swipes over his bottom lip.
“Nope. But nice try.”
My pants mix with a gasp when he slides his finger in beside his cock, and I barely choke out, “A for effort, I guess.”
The extra stretch sets my skin on fire, sweat breaking out along the surface as he continues slowly fucking into me with deep, measured thrusts. It makes my balls ache, my cock throb, and there’s a good chance I might combust on the spot.
There’s no way I’ll ever tire of this.
Pushing back, I take him to the hilt over and over again.
Every press and grind of our bodies together sets off fireworks inside me, only getting brighter and more explosive as his crown swipes over my prostate.
The little button inside me might as well be a set charge ready to detonate, and he’s coming awfully close to making that happen.
“I’m close, Nix,” I groan, my teeth sinking into my lower lip. “I’m really fucking close.”
“Get there for me,” he manages between pants. “Fuck your fist. I wanna watch while I’m deep inside you.”
Doing as he says, I grab the lube on the counter and douse myself haphazardly before I start stroking my aching cock like my life depends on it. I time it with his thrusts, rolling the head in my palm when he’s fully seated inside me.
He removes his finger, and the extra space allows him to slide in with even more ease than before. Maybe even deeper, because I swear I can feel him all the way in my chest.
Or maybe that’s the vise-like grip he has around my heart.
Regardless, I can’t help the moans falling from my lips or the shameless way I keep pushing back onto his cock. Taking as much as he’s giving. Craving the pleasure his body is providing. Nothing else matters besides that.
It’s just me and him and the way he’s sending us both straight to high fucking heaven.