Chapter 21 – Jordie #2
There. Done. Before I can lose my nerve, I walk with as much confidence as I can muster through the connecting door and down the short hall to Phoenix’s bedroom. I pause just outside the door, which is cracked open, and take a deep breath, straightening my robe. Then I push the door open.
For the second time in one night, I’m taken aback. The room is filled with flameless candles, and the air smells of lavender and roses, thanks to the bouquets on each of the nightstands. I blink back tears. He went to all this trouble. For me.
But what really makes my mouth drop open is the sight of Phoenix, shirtless.
He’s also removed his shoes but is still wearing the denim shorts, and the way this man looks in them?
Dayum. I have no idea why people make such a big deal out of men wearing jorts because holy hellballs, he is rocking those.
They hang low on his hips, showing off the deep V-lines that slash down into the waistband.
The button is undone, giving me a view of those stellar abs and the waistband of his underwear.
“Hey,” he says, walking toward me and taking both my hands. “How are you feeling?”
“A little nervous,” I admit.
His smile is patient and understanding. “Okay, then we’ll dance some more,” he announces, pulling me into his hold.
This time the music is a slow waltz, and Phoenix guides me easily through it. “You’re a really good dancer,” I tell him, and he grins down at me with one lifted eyebrow.
“So are you.”
“Don’t sound so surprised,” I chide. “I took dance when I was a little girl.”
He leads me through a twirling step. “Did you really?”
“I know I don’t seem like a dance kind of girl, but I loved everything about it… the music, the movement. I stopped taking classes when I turned six, but I’d still dance any chance I got. I taught myself a lot of stuff by watching YouTube videos.”
Phoenix’s brow wrinkles. “Why did you stop your lessons?”
“At that age, I was able to join the pee-wee football team. They let boys and girls play together since it was a flag team. My dads had four kids, so we could only really afford to do one activity each. I had to choose and chose football.”
He spins me. “Seems like that choice paid off well.”
The music changes, and our bodies naturally move into a sway as “Just the Way You Are” by Bruno Mars begins to play.
My arms wind up around his neck, and he wraps his around my waist. With my head on his shoulder, we rock in place, wordless and listening to the beautiful lyrics until Phoenix breaks the silence.
“Jordie?” I keep my cheek on his shoulder but tilt my head so I can see his eyes. “I just want to make sure you know you’re in charge tonight. We can stop at any time if you change your mind.”
I breathe in through my nose. He smells like freshly washed man with a hint of mint. “I won’t.”
He kisses my temple. “I don’t want to keep interrupting and taking you out of the moment by asking if something is okay every five minutes, so I’m trusting you to tell me if I do anything you don’t like.”
Burying my nose in his neck, I answer, “I’ll tell you.”
We continue dancing, one slow song melding into another. I’m relaxed and comfortable in his arms, and I’m so freaking happy he didn’t take my ridiculous boop, boop, done advice. Phoenix has done his best to make this special for me, and I feel my heart soften for this beautiful man.
Do not fall for him, Jordie, I scold myself. Do not do it.
But it would be so damn easy to do. He’s kind, funny, and pretty much the perfect man. For someone else, of course, not for me. Phoenix is older, and he adores his daughter. I’m sure he wants to have more kids, and I’m just not ready for that. I want to focus on football right now.
As if someone was choreographing us, our hands begin to move at the same time, his up and down my back and mine trailing up his neck and into his hair. He fingers the ends of my hair, and I close my eyes. I love someone playing with my hair.
When my robe slips a little, my chest comes in contact with his bare one. Phoenix looks down, seemingly mesmerized by the sight of my breasts in the red lace bra that’s peeking above the lapels.
“This looks beautiful on you.” He lifts one hand to drift his fingers over the tops of my breasts, his other one making a fist around my hair. My pussy throbs at the inadvertent roughness of it. “Are you wearing the matching panties?”
“There’s only one way to find out,” I say, gathering every ounce of confidence and bravery I have when I step back and let the robe fall to the floor. His mouth drops open, and my heart soars up into my throat when he curses and adjusts the crotch of his pants.
I decide if I’m going to stand here in my underwear, he’s going to as well, so I boldly reach for the zipper of his shorts.
My eyes look to him for permission, and he gives it without a word. I can see by the fire in his eyes that he wants this too, and I lower the zipper, the ticks sounding inordinately loud to my ears.
Within a second of me pulling my hand away, he has his shorts shucked and is standing gloriously in front of me. His black boxer briefs fit him like a second skin, and it’s obvious he’s already aroused. Quite aroused.
Lord have mercy, that’s a really big bulge.
His abs are on full display for my viewing pleasure, and what a pleasure it is. There’s no dad bod on this daddy.
Phoenix’s chest is carved muscle with deep-pink nipples and a scattering of dark hair. A tattoo rests over his heart in a pretty cursive that has his daughter’s name and what I assume is her date of birth.
He steps into my space, hands hovering over my shoulders for a hesitant second, during which I hold my breath in anticipation. When he finally touches me, his hands are sure and confident as they run down my arms and then back up to cup my face.
“You are fucking stunning, Jordie,” he murmurs a second before his lips close over mine for a kiss that feels almost reverent.
Our bodies crash together, warm skin against warm skin.
It feels so good, and I part my lips for him, allowing his skilled tongue into my mouth as my arms encircle his waist.
When he pulls back, I can read the lust in his eyes. Not that I can’t feel it against my belly. Jesus, he is hard.
“What all have you done, baby?” he asks, and I blink, trying to decipher the question in my Phoenix-addled brain. The haze clears enough for me to realize he’s talking about sexually.
“I’ve done oral. Giving and receiving.” Rolling my lips in and out between my teeth, I add, “And I have a lovely selection of vibrators. They’re not big, but I’m not a total novice. I know what goes where.”
He chuckles. “Good. That helps me formulate my game plan.”
I stroke my hands up and down his back. It’s smooth and warm. “Ah, I almost forgot. You’re Coach Hale tonight.”
“That’s right, baby. I’m the boss.”
Popping my eyebrows up, I reply, “I thought you said I was in control tonight.”
He shakes his head. “Nah, that was just something I said to get you to fuck me.”
My mouth drops open in shock, but at his wickedly mischievous grin, I smack his chest and laugh. “Stop it. You’re horrible.”
Phoenix yanks me hard against him and runs his nose down my throat. “Don’t sass me, McNamara, or I’ll have you running laps until your legs are weak.” He nips my collarbone. “Or maybe I have another way to make your legs weak.”
“I choose option B,” I say breathlessly, and before I know what’s happening, Phoenix lifts me into his arms and is striding across the large room to the king-sized bed. Then he tosses me onto it like I don’t weigh a thing.
He stands above me, his eyes roving over my almost-naked form. I should feel self-conscious, but I don’t. Not with the greedy way he’s looking at me.
“Fuck, Jordie. You look like a dirty goddess on my bed like this.”
I lean back on my elbows. “Then maybe you should get on your knees and worship me.”
Holy hell, I have no idea where that came from. Maybe the sex kitten hair is making me brave.
Or maybe it’s this man’s unending praise.
A slow, sexy smile spreads across his lips, and he reaches for the nightstand to pluck a rose from one of the bouquets. Then he kneels.
Oh. My. God.
Pulling me to a sitting position, Phoenix dusts the rose over my lips before kissing me there. Then he drags the flower slowly down my neck and over my chest, following the path with more kisses as his stubble leaves a trail of red skin behind.
When he lowers my bra cups beneath my breasts, the girls stand up all perky and eager. The brush of velvety petals over my nipples causes them to pebble, and my head drops back when he closes his mouth over the first peak.
“God, Phoenix. That feels so good.”
His tongue swirls around and around as he continues to tease the other crest with the rose. Then he gives that one the same oral attention he did the other. An ache forms between my legs, and I don’t think I’ve ever been more turned on in my life.
Phoenix continues his path of seduction down my body, taking his time kissing my flat, firm stomach.
“Your abs are so fucking sexy,” he groans. “I want to smear almond buttercream frosting all over them and then lick it off.”
“Almond buttercream frosting?” I ask with a giggle, and he looks up at my amusement.
“That was oddly specific, wasn’t it?” he asks, looking chagrined. “I can’t explain it, but I fully stand by it.”
I want to tell him we can do some food play next time, but we both know there won’t be a next time. We’re not in a relationship, and this is a one-time thing.
When he reaches my panties, Phoenix draws the rose over the border where the lace meets my lower stomach.
And then… lower. My breath hitches in my chest as the rose dips between my thighs, followed by his mouth.
He covers my panty-covered sex and exhales a hot breath, and I let out a whimpering moan.
I need his mouth on me, and when he drops the flower and hooks his fingertips in the top of my panties, he glances up to my face for a reaction. I lift my hips in response.
His grin is formed of pure satisfaction.
A second later, my panties are on the floor, and Phoenix’s face is between my legs. Dear god, I needed this.
“Yes,” I groan as he licks a long stripe directly up my center.
“Fuck, baby. You even taste like a goddess.” He licks me again, and one of my hands goes to the back of his head. Wetness trickles out of me, and Phoenix laps it up like he would die if he missed a drop.
He lifts his head, and I want to slam his face right back where it belongs. Dammit, why did he stop? Licking his lips, he asks, “Are you a light switch or an ice cream cone, baby?”
I have no idea what he’s talking about. “I’m a goddess. Now get back to work,” I demand, and he fucking laughs before lowering his head again.
“Light switch,” he explains, flicking my clit up and down with his tongue like he’s turning a light switch on and off.
“Ohhh, yeah. That.” I press my head back into the mattress and smile at the ceiling as I enjoy the benefits of his very skilled tongue. “I’m definitely a light switch.”
“Or maybe you’re an ice cream cone,” he purrs. When he rolls his tongue in a long lap around my center as if cleaning up a dripping cone, my hips buck off the bed, and I bury both hands in his dark-brown hair.
“Fuck yes. I’m an ice cream cone,” I cry out. “I’m a fucking ice cream cone with a cherry on top.”
I hear him chuckle at my virginity joke as he does it again and again, first clockwise and then counterclockwise to ensure he doesn’t miss a drop.
I’ve enjoyed oral sex before but not like this.
Never like this. It usually takes me a while to get there, but I’m already teetering on the knife’s edge of something huge. I can feel it deep in my bones.
Phoenix gives me one quick light switch flick before he resumes turning me into his own personal dessert.
He brushes over my clit with every circle, but his skillful tongue doesn’t miss a spot on my sex.
I can feel my little nub pulsing as he adds a suck to his pussy-eating routine, and my back arches.
“Phoenix,” I cry out. “I-I’m almost there.”
He doesn’t stop, doesn’t relent. Instead, he grips my inner thighs with his big hands and spreads me wider.
It’s lewd and possessive, and I fucking love the way he presses his face deeper into me, emitting grunts of his own pleasure as he eats me.
I think that’s what finally pushes me over the edge…
the fact that he’s so obviously enjoying this.
My throat is dry as my hoarse voice rises up with a long, “Ohhhhh, yes. Yes, yes, yes.”
I’m bucking against him, my hips grinding onto his mouth, my body no longer under my control. His hair is thick and soft between my fingers, and I’m probably hurting him with all the twisting and tugging, but I don’t give a shit because I’m currently experiencing euphoria like I’ve never known.
Starbursts flash in my peripheral vision and then slowly converge until all I see is light.
And all I feel is that perfect moment when your orgasm hits its crest. After what seems like one blissful eternity, my vision slowly comes back to me, and I find Phoenix still between my legs.
He’s treating my overly sensitive clit gently now, peppering soft kisses all over my pussy.
And his blue eyes are locked on my face.
That look almost throws me into a second spontaneous orgasm. It’s carnal and on the verge of feral as he watches me. When he lifts his head, his smile tells me he’s awfully proud of himself. Hell, I’m proud of him. I feel like I should applaud that outstanding performance.
“That was so good,” I tell him.
He grins wider, not even bothering to wipe my juices from his face. His sexy stubble is glistening with my arousal as he works his way up my body, leaving a wet trail in the wake of his kisses. On all fours, with his hands and knees bracketing my body, he kisses me, sharing my own taste with me.
“Have I ever told you cherry ice cream is my favorite?”
I giggle. “We’re just full of virginity jokes tonight, aren’t we?”
“We are. Scoot up the bed.”
I do, and Phoenix stretches out beside me, propped up on one elbow and his hand going immediately between my legs. When he slides his middle finger inside me, his nostrils flare.
“Fuck, Jordie. You’re really tight.” He kisses me tenderly, and I spread my legs farther for him as he gazes down at me with concern.
“It’s okay. We’ll make it fit,” I tell him, earning me a cheeky grin.
“I think that’s supposed to be my line.”
“My sister’s a romance author, and it’s in a lot of her books. I’ve always wanted to say that.”
He adds another finger, the pinch both painful and delicious. “Good, baby. I plan to make all your fantasies come true.”
Then he proceeds to do exactly that.