Chapter 19 – Phoenix #2
“Just get ’er done so it’s not hanging over my head like a neon sign anymore.
I’m sick of everyone talking about sex and I’m just sitting there nodding and smiling because I haven’t experienced it.
So you can just, you know, boop, boop.” She pokes the air twice with her index finger. “And then it's done.”
For some reason, that pisses me off, but I do my best to mask it.
Gliding my hand up her bare arm, I trace it slowly over her shoulder before letting it rest at the back of her neck.
Then I grab a handful of her hair and tug, extracting a gasp from those perfect lips.
Our faces are a mere inch apart as I step closer, bracketing my spread legs on either side of hers, trapping her against the door like some kind of boorish brute.
“I want to make one thing very clear, sweetheart. That’s not how I do things.” My growl verges on the edge of control, and my eyes are like hot lasers on hers. “There will be absolutely no boop, boop and we’re done bullshit. We’ll do this my fucking way or not at all.”
So much for masking my annoyance.
“And what’s your way?” Jordie asks. Her eyes are darker now, like melted turquoise stones.
I drag my nose across her cheek until I reach her ear. She’s wearing the Red Haze perfume, and my cock is so goddamn hard I’m not sure how it hasn’t busted out my zipper.
My voice turns to a sultry purr. “I will take my time with you, McNamara. I will kiss and suck and tongue-fuck you until your pussy is wet and begging for my cock.” Her soft sigh tells me she likes that idea, so I continue.
“Then I will fill you up and pop that sweet little cherry of yours. And I won’t stop fucking you until I’ve wrung every ounce of pleasure from your exquisite body. ”
Her voice is higher pitched than normal. “I’ve heard most women don’t come their first time.”
I chuckle, dark and low, earning me a shiver from the woman in my grasp. “I can be a very patient man, sweetheart.” I kiss the spot in front of her ear. “Trust me, I’ll take care of you.”
“I do trust you,” she whispers, and again, those words hit me like a ton of bricks. “But I don’t want you to feel pressured to do this if you’re not attracted to me.”
Dropping the bag I’m still holding, I wrap that hand around her back and yank her roughly against me, letting my desire press against her flat stomach.
“Does that feel like I’m not attracted to you?” I grunt, shifting my head so I can see her face.
Jordie’s eyelids pop open wide, and she glances down before surprising me by sliding a hand between us and wrapping her fingers around my dick. My teeth clench at the bold move as she slides her hand up and down over my pants, taking the measure of me.
“Jesus, Phoenix. I’m gonna start calling you tripod.”
I chuckle. “I’m not small, McNamara. That’s why I said I’m not going to rush this.” Tilting my forehead forward to rest against hers, I close my eyes and remind myself she’s been drinking. The most reluctant words I’ve ever uttered fall from my lips. “And I’m not going to have sex with you.”
“You’re not?” Her gasp brushes against my mouth, and I can taste the cherries on her breath.
“Not tonight,” I clarify. “You had at least four shots and two cocktails that I counted, and I’m not that guy.”
Her lips brush softly against mine. “But are you this guy?”
My brain wars with every other part of my body, and the majority wins. “Yeah, I am,” I whisper against her lips a second before I close my mouth over hers. She opens for me, dipping her tongue against mine before pulling back in a subtle tease.
I angle my head to take things deeper, and dear god in heaven, she’s sweeter than I could have imagined. My hands drop to her lower back, just above her tight, firm ass, and I’m reminded she’s not currently wearing any panties.
At this point, I should be canonized as a saint for not whipping out my dick and fucking her against this door.
But I manage to hold onto that single thread of control that’s dangling near the edge of my moral compass.
When Jordie lifts her leg and hooks it over my hip, that damn thread begins to fray.
Her dress rides up, and I feel the heat of her bare pussy against my crotch as she buries her hands in my hair.
“Fuck, baby,” I mumble against her mouth before kissing her harder.
She whimpers, but it’s not a sound of fear or reticence.
No, it’s pure, raw longing that matches my own.
Our tongues twirl together, and Jordie matches me stroke for stroke, not shy in the least as she grinds a circle against my erection with her sex.
She’s wet, and I press farther into her as she finds a rhythm that’s nothing short of wanton. One of my hands finds its way to the back of her smooth, bare thigh, and I hold her closer as she continues to ride against my cock. When her movements become jerky, I know she’s close.
Releasing her lips with a soft suck, all my attention is on her gorgeous face as she tilts her head back and flutters her eyelids closed.
The swiveling of her hips is audacious, not the unskilled movements I would have expected of an inexperienced woman, and I’ll be damned if that isn’t the biggest turn on.
She’s in tune with her own body, knows what she wants, and goes for it.
“Phoenix,” she pants, and my name on her lips almost has me coming on the spot.
“That’s it, pretty girl. Ride it out and make yourself come.” I can’t help but lick a torturous line up the side of her exposed neck, and when I reach her ear, I command, “Do it. Now.”
And like the good girl she is, Jordie comes, soaking the front of my pants with her release as her heel digs into my ass. “So good,” she whispers. “God, so fucking good.”
I smile in satisfaction and pepper kisses over her jaw and cheek as she quivers against me. She turns her head and bites down on my bottom lip, hard, sucking it into her mouth while small noises of pleasure continue to spill from her. Fuck, she is fierce, and I want to see that many more times.
Her sucking slows and finally stops as her body begins to come down from the high of orgasm. Then she releases my lip and kisses me sweetly, like she hadn’t just bitten me like a lion with a juicy steak.
“You okay, baby?” I ask, and her answering smile is serene.
“Never better.” She looks between us at the tented cloth over my erection. “Do you want me to take care of that for you?”
Yes, yes, a million times, yes, my body screams. If my cock was a person, he’d be waving his hand in the air and yelling that he volunteers as tribute.
But the words I actually speak come from a place deep within. A place that’s a better man than my body’s response would have you think.
“I would love nothing more, but I think we should talk about this tomorrow.” I soften the denial with tender kisses against her mouth. “Why don’t you get some sleep?”
Her eyes dart down again before meeting mine. “Are you sure?”
“Absolutely not, but it’s the right thing to do.”
They say the hardest words to say are I’m sorry, but whatever dumbass came up with that never had a beanstalk jutting out from their body while they had to deny a very willing woman from getting on her knees for them.
She nods, digging her teeth into her bottom lip as she lowers her leg to the ground. I hold her waist to steady her because her knees seem a little wobbly. Score one for my ego.
“I have to work out in the morning before I go to lunch with Kam.”
I take her hand and lead her to the interconnecting door between our rooms. “The gym is on the second floor.” It’s hard to believe we’re having a normal conversation about the workout room after what just happened, but there’s a comfort that’s developed between us.
Stepping into her room, she turns and looks at me over her shoulder, and I can’t stop myself from whirling her around and kissing her one more time. This one is slower, less heated than what we did against the wall, and Jordie’s hands find my hair once again.
“I’ll see you tomorrow,” she says when we break the kiss.
I brush my knuckles down the softness of her cheek, and her eyes seem to have sobered a bit. “I want you to think about what we talked about and if it’s what you really want, Jordie. This isn’t something to rush into.”
Her hand strokes down my red-and-white polka-dot tie. “I know. You too. I don’t want you to think I’m pressuring you.”
I’m not sure how to tell her she’s not the one pressuring me. It’s my insistent cock that’s throbbing behind my zipper doing all the talking. I really need to do something about that.
So after she closes the door separating our rooms, I quickly strip down to my underwear and collapse back onto the bed. My hand goes instantly into my dark-blue boxer briefs, my fingers wrapping around my length.
“Fuck me,” I groan as quietly as I can, shoving my underwear down around my thighs until my cock is standing proudly at attention. I shuttle my hand up and down, up and down, my flickering thoughts on the woman in the room next door. And every single thought is filthy.
The image of her beneath me as I push into her for the first time morphs into me on my knees in front of her.
I can almost taste her pussy on my tongue, and my hand moves faster as my own natural lubricant drips down my shaft to smooth the glide.
When the final image flashes into my brain—Jordie’s full lips stretched around my girth—I lose it, pumping my hips up to meet my fist.
With my free hand, I reach for my pants and pull them closer, locating the wet spot Jordie left on the front of them and bringing it to my nose.
If there’s such a thing as a nose-gasm, I have one.
She smells like my favorite meal. Then I place my parted lips over the evidence of her desire and inhale through my mouth, tasting the essence of her.
I would kill to have her riding my face right now.
My grunts are animalistic, and I do my best to keep them as quiet as possible. “Fuck. Yes, baby. Take every fucking inch.”
I spill over my hand, hot liquid spurting from the end of my cock. The release feels better than anything I’ve experienced in years. But as I lay panting on the bed, covered in my own cum, that feeling is quickly overpowered by guilt and shame.
Jordie’s so much younger than me. I shouldn’t be having these thoughts about her. I shouldn’t be entertaining her… proposition.
Rising from the bed, I go into the luxurious bathroom and stare at my face in the mirror. Would I ever be able to look at myself again if I follow through with what she wants?
On the flip side, would I be able to meet Jordie’s eyes if I told her no? If I told her to find someone else to take her virginity? The thought of it turns my stomach. I can’t even imagine someone else between her thighs.
What if they’re not gentle with her? What if they don’t take their time and make sure she’s okay? What if they don’t treat her with the respect she deserves?
I grit my teeth as I go to the shower and turn on the hot water, promising to think long and hard about it once I get in bed.
Though deep in my heart, I already know what my answer will be.