32. Phoenix
Phoenix
O nce we cross the threshold into the foyer, a torrent of lust and other emotions passes between Walker and I as we tear at each other’s clothes. I momentarily forget about his wrist as I jerk his shirt overhead and it snags on the brace, causing him to cry out.
“Oh shit! Sorry, baby.”
I try to pull it off more gently, but I must have hurt him pretty badly because he’s gone stock still.
Bringing my eyes to his, I’m about to ask how bad it is when he says, “Say that again.”
Confusion paints my brow.
“Say what again?”
“You called me baby, and I liked it.”
A smile splits my face in half as his deep voice fills my ears.
Finally allowing myself to lean into whatever this could be, I’m ravenous for him.
It’s a little after seven, and although I have to be at the fire station in twelve hours, I still have eleven hours and forty-five minutes that I can devote just to Walker.
Bringing my hands to either side of his neck, I kiss him deeply, rubbing my bare chest against his every chance I get.
Kissing Walker is so much fucking fun. I’m not worried about using too much tongue because the sloppier the kiss is, the louder he groans.
He’s not offended if our teeth clash. And if I bite down on his lip, he bites back.
His grip is just as firm on me as mine is on him, and except for his wrist, I don’t have to worry about hurting him or my weight crushing him.
The hard muscles beneath my hands contract as I knead my fingers into them, and the bass of his moans has my cock as hard as granite.
Fuck, I’ve missed this.
Walker trails the fingertips of his injured hand along my exposed flank, making goosebumps rise along my skin in their wake. His left hand is stroking me over my shorts, causing a hitch in my breathing.
“I want you so fucking bad, Phoenix. I never stopped wanting you,” Walker pants against my skin. “Please don’t pull away from me again.”
“I don’t think I could even if I wanted to. And if I’m honest, DeVille, I don’t want to. I’m tired of fighting it.” I speak the words to the tattoo covering his side because I can’t look away.
“That’s music to my fucking ears.” He chuckles, now skating his fingers along the sensitive skin just above my waistband. When he dips those same fingers inside my swim shorts, an obscene groan tears from my mouth.
“Fuck, yes, Walker. Touch me. Please, ” I beg, unable to help myself, my eyes finally closing.
His hand wraps around my shaft and fireworks explode behind my eyelids. Suddenly his lips are at my ear. “And here I was concerned that I was going to bust a nut first.”
Slamming my hips into him, I trap his hand between our bodies and grind my dick into his. “Challenge accepted.”
Walker just laughs in response, pulls his hand out of my shorts to grab my wrist, and starts pulling me toward the stairs. “As much as I enjoy your couch, we’re both six feet tall or taller, and I’ve been dying to get in your bed since the moment I arrived.”
Entering my room, I fight the urge to throw his ass on the bed. I know instinctively, he’d throw a hand out to catch himself and that it would most likely be his injured side. So, I refrain, choosing to walk him backward by crowding his space until he enters the bathroom connected to my bedroom.
Raising a brow, he watches me reach into the walk-in shower and turn on the water. “Feeling particularly dirty, Phoe?”
“Always,” I confirm before adding, “but also, my mouth is about to devour every inch of your skin, and if there’s any chance you follow suit, then I’d rather you not get treated to the flavor of lake water and ass sweat.”
Walker laughs and it lights up his eyes. “No argument here.”
I push my swim trunks down and kick out of them, watching as Walker mirrors me. He struggles slightly, but ends up getting the hang of it when he uses his thumb to inch the swimsuit down his powerful thighs. God, I hope he uses those thighs to crush me.
Walker’s cock is deliciously hard as it points right at me, his balls heavy and begging to be in my mouth.
“Goddamn. It’s even more perfect than I remember.” My voice sounds far off as I reach forward and stroke his thick cock. He bucks into my hand immediately. “Still so responsive,” I praise. “Is it like this for everyone, baby? Or just me?” I ask, rubbing my thumb over his swollen, leaking tip.
“J-Just you,” he stammers, using his left hand to grip my forearm to keep himself steady .
Before I close the glass door to shut us in the shower, I gently peel his wrist brace off, and toss it into the sink.
Then I get to work.
Lathering up my hands, I run them across his pecs, my mouth watering and my brain shorting out as I do so. I dip them lower, across his abs, and down the “V” at his tapered waist.
His left hand runs up my shoulder and around the back of my neck while he pulls his right wrist across his chest to keep it close and out of harm’s way.
I only make it about thirty seconds before I move him out of the spray of the shower and drop to my knees on the tile shower floor, angling my head so I can pull one of his balls into my mouth. His left hand lands on the back of my head at the same time.
His right hand, meanwhile, cautiously cups my chin and gently forces me to look up from my spot on the shower floor.
“This isn’t just about getting off,” Walker says. “I’ve wanted to be this close to you for so fucking long—so close that I can’t tell where I end and you begin.”
“Me too. So let me get us there,” I plead, gently peeling the fingers of his injured hand off my chin so I can resume my task of making us one.
Gripping the backs of his thighs, I pull him into my face, feasting on his flesh like I’ve dreamed of doing for almost a decade.
My moans are obscene and I don’t even care.
I just want more. After spending adequate time savoring each of his balls, I swallow his cock, making him moan so fiercely, the noises would rival those of a porn star.
Finally, he pulls himself away from my mouth. “Phoenix, I don’t want to come like this.”
“Then you have three seconds to tell me how you do want to come,” I warn.
“Fuck me. Please ,” he begs, unraveling me .
God, yes. “Not in the shower,” I say. “Water isn’t enough lube.”
We finish washing in record time, barely toweling off before I’m literally dragging him to my bed and fishing the lube and a condom out of my nightside drawer as he lays on his back.
Walker eyes the contents I pulled from the drawer warily.
“Always prepared, huh?” He tries to pass it off as a joke, but I see the jealous hurt in his eyes a second before he catches it himself. “Fuck, that’s not fair. Forget I said anything.”
I grab his jaw and make sure he’s looking at me when I respond.
“There has never been anyone I’ve wanted the way I want you, Walker.
I’m ashamed to admit that everyone between the last time you and I had sex, and this time, was just a placeholder.
Every time I closed my eyes, I’d beg the powers that be for you to be there when I opened them again.
” Rolling my hips into him so my cock slides along his, I whisper, “Let me prove it to you.”
I barely see his frantic nod before I lower myself on the bed. Lying on my stomach, I wrap my arms under his thighs so I can taste him everywhere. His hips buck when my tongue circles the rim of his asshole, but he doesn’t tell me to stop.
I could fucking eat him forever.
Once he’s pushing down onto my face, growing wild with desire, I lube a finger and slowly work myself in and out of his ass while pulling his balls back into my mouth one at a time.
“Fuck yes,” he whimpers, his voice so strained he almost sounds like he’s crying. I crook my finger slightly to stroke his prostate, and his hips thrust forward aggressively. Placing my left hand on his thigh, I keep him still so I don’t accidentally bite him .
When I add a second finger, he bends his knees and widens his legs to give me better access.
“You like that, baby?” I ask, keeping a slow, steady rhythm to torture him.
“Yes. Yes. Please, fuck me already,” he whines.
“God, I love hearing you beg.” My own cock is aching, straining to get to him, and I catch myself grinding my hips into the mattress, seeking friction for relief. But I know I’ll only find the relief I need once I’m buried inside Walker.
I want to flip him over and ride his ass, slapping each cheek until red blooms across his flesh.
I want to punish him for making me want him so badly and making me lose control like this.
But more than any of that, I want to see his face when he comes.
I want to watch his abs contract and his dick paint his chest, so I leave him on his back.
I reach for the condom on the bed next to his head and he stops me.
“ Phoe .” My nickname is a plea on his lips, and I know exactly what he wants.
“Don’t tempt me, Walker,” I growl, knowing if I come inside him without a barrier, I’m never letting him go. And I’m not sure either of us is ready for that.
“Hasn’t there been enough time and distance between us already?” he asks gently, his fingers grazing my thigh.
“You don’t understand what you’re asking of me,” I try to explain, but he’s nothing if not persistent.
“I do understand. And I want it more than anything,” he says sincerely.
It appears I’m still unable to tell this man no. After deliberating with myself for less than ten seconds, I add more lube to both him and I. Clenching my teeth to keep myself under control, I grip his right ankle in my left hand and push his leg up so I can see where I’m aiming .
My cock isn’t even half an inch inside him when he bears down, almost causing me to lose it right then.
“You…have to…relax,” I grit out.
“It’s been a while,” he replies. “Just give me a sec.”
The question is out before I can stop it. The last thing I want to think about is someone else touching what’s mine. What’s been mine all along. “How long is a while?”