Chapter 22 – Phoenix
CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO
Sex and Secrets
Phoenix
How is it possible for me to be in heaven and hell at the same time?
Heaven because I have the most beautiful woman in the world naked in my bed right now, her blonde hair spread out like she’s backlit by some otherworldly illumination. Not like a sweet angel but like a fierce goddess.
And hell because every nerve ending in my body is sparking like a million electric shocks. It’s borderline painful, and I’m so worked up I’m afraid I’m not going to be able to go as slowly as I need to.
But I have to. For her. I’ve taken every precaution I can imagine to get her ready. After the first round of oral, I gave her an orgasm on three of my fingers and then a third with my fingers and my mouth. Her pussy is as soft and pliant as it’s going to get.
As I roll on a condom, I look over my shoulder at Jordie. She’s beneath the covers now, her eyes closed and her lips curved into a sated smile. I want to keep that smile on her face all fucking night long.
I slide beneath the sheets with her and drag a hand down her side. She peels her eyelids open and cups the side of my face.
“I’m ready, Phoenix.”
“Coincidentally, those are my cock’s favorite three words,” I tease, earning me a bright white grin. God, her teeth are so pretty. How would they feel scraping along the base of my dick while I slide into that hot little throat of hers?
I brush away that filthy thought and drag her beneath me, notching my hips in the cradle of hers. “I’ll go slow,” I promise, and she nods, looking up at me with so much trust I can barely stand it.
Reaching between us, I fist my cock and slide the tip between the lips of her cunt a few times. She’s hot and wet, coating the end of the condom immediately. I lick my lips, getting one last taste of her before lining myself up with her entrance.
Jordie doesn’t cower or flinch. She simply wraps her legs around my hips and rests her heels on the back of my thighs. Holding myself up on my hands, I ease in, taking two inches of her, and I can already tell the snugness is going to be the best thing I’ve ever felt.
I drop my head and kiss her gently, and when I push my erection in another inch, Jordie holds my face to hers and dips her tongue into my mouth.
Our kiss turns deep within seconds, and I pull my hips back to give her a few shallow strokes.
But when her heels dig in hard and her hips lift, my restraint finally snaps.
With one long thrust, I slide in deep, and Jesus fucking Christ, this is definitely heaven. She’s tight and wet, her walls clenching around me.
Jordie lets out a soft whimper, but when I try to pull out, her long, muscular legs vise me into place, not letting me retreat.
I release her lips and look down into her gorgeous aqua eyes. They’re darker with desire, almost a teal color in the dim, flickering light.
And there’s also a tear. Goddammit, I hurt her.
Kissing it away, I murmur, “I’m so sorry, baby. Do we need to stop?”
“No.” She shakes her head. “Please don’t. I just need…”
I’m about to ask what she needs when she moves her hands down to grip my ass, holding me in place as she swivels her hips in a circle.
Fuck me, it’s hot watching her take what she needs from me.
Her inner walls are strangling my cock, rippling around me, and I could come simply from that small movement.
Jordie continues swiveling her hips, and eventually I match her rhythm, circling mine in the opposite direction as her pussy works to accept my intrusion. Bracing myself with my forearms on either side of her head, I watch as the tightness around her eyes and mouth softens from pain to pleasure.
“You have the sweetest pussy I’ve ever been in, Jordie,” I tell her, resting my forehead against hers.
She gives my rear end a light slap. “And you have a great ass, tripod.”
I laugh. I can’t remember the last time I laughed during sex. Hell, I’d be hard-pressed to remember the last time I even had sex. Which is why I’d jacked off in the shower before I set everything up for dinner. No way was I going to ruin Jordie’s night by coming the second I got inside her.
But I also failed to realize exactly how perfectly she would sheath me, how slick and hot she would feel around me. I stretch my thumb over to stroke her cheek. “You okay?”
She turns her head and sucks my thumb into her wet mouth, scraping her teeth along the pad as she releases it. “Really good.” Grinding my molars, I try not to imagine my dick in her mouth.
I pull out to the tip and slide back in until our pelvises are flush. Jordie’s head presses back into the pillow, exposing her neck to me. “God that feels good,” she breathes. “Do it again.”
My fucking pleasure, I think, giving her another long stroke as I bend to kiss up and down her neck. The walls of her cunt grip me as I begin to move slowly inside her, and her fresh apple scent makes me want to forget all about being gentle.
Lifting my head, I kiss her as I push in deep, loving the sounds of her moans in my mouth. Our tongues tangle together, and her fingernails bite into the flesh of my ass. It spurs me on, and I increase the pace. Jordie doesn’t miss a beat, pumping her hips up and down, fucking me back.
I release her lips and kiss across her cheek until my lips are on her ear. “You feel so goddamn good, baby. Your little hot pussy is so tight.”
Her desire gushes around me as her fingernails score up my back. She nips at my shoulder and then closes her lips around the spot to suck.
“You like stretching my virgin pussy with that big cock of yours?” she purrs.
Jesus fuck... My dick swells in response. I’ve never been this hard and thick.
“You’ve got a dirty mouth, McNamara,” I grunt, pistoning my hips into her as the bed begins to rock. I bury my face in the halo of her hair and try to control my movements, but she’s too sexy, too perfect.
When she begins kissing and licking the side of my neck, I bear down harder, rolling my back with each thrust. Her breasts press against my chest as I crush her into the mattress beneath my full weight. We’re both almost frantic in our need, our bodies moving in tandem.
“Fuck me harder, Phoenix,” she begs. “I can take it.”
I slide one hand down beneath her and grab a handful of absolutely impeccable ass, holding her pelvis tight against me as I give her what she asked for. The headboard thumps against the wall, and I feel myself growing closer to the end.
No, you fuck. Hold out. Make her come.
I shift, finding that perfect angle that makes her cry out and bite my shoulder. Making sure to grind against her clit on each inward stroke, I growl into her ear.
“You’re going to come for me, Jordie. Right fucking now.” Her inner walls clamp down on me so hard I’m afraid I might have to have my dick amputated due to loss of blood flow. “Do it, baby. Show me what a good girl you are.”
Keeping one hand on her ass, I reach beneath her head with the other and hold her in place as I taste her lips again. I need her taste. I need her. Our tongues are frantic as we share our moans and erotic sighs.
The shuddering of her body beneath me is like an earthquake that shakes my own orgasm loose. My fingers dig into her ass as I lose any thread of control, my thrusts becoming rougher and more erratic while our bodies writhe in mutual pleasure beneath the sheets.
She yanks her mouth away and cries out, “Phoenix. Oh god, Phoenix, yes!” My name on her lips sinks into me, enters my blood stream like a drug. One I’m afraid I’ll become ruthlessly addicted to if I’m not careful.
But as I spill into the condom with a groan against the side of her neck, I’m not so sure I want to be careful.
Because I might just like being addicted to Jordie McNamara.
I’m lying on my back, my breathing finally returning to normal. Jordie is beside me with one leg and one arm draped over me. That was hands down the best sex of my life. Despite her inexperience, this woman is indeed a sex goddess. Tracing my fingers up and down her arm, I kiss the top of her head.
“Are you okay?”
She nuzzles my chest, and I can feel her lips curving into a smile. “I’m more than okay.”
Reaching for her chin, I lift her face so I can search her eyes. “I got a little rough at the end. Did I hurt you?”
“It was uncomfortable at the very beginning, but once we got going it was fine.” The honesty in her eyes calms the guilt that was beginning to take root in me.
I quirk an eyebrow. “Just fine?”
She smiles that brilliant, teasing smile of hers. “Okay, it was better than fine. Eleven out of ten stars.” Her lips press against mine for a brief kiss. “Feel better now, Coach Hale?”
Chuckling, I push her hair behind one ear. “Much.”
Jordie’s face turns serious. “Thank you for not treating me like a precious little princess. I didn’t want to be coddled.”
I wrap both my arms around her and pull her on top of me. Her long legs lie on the outside of mine, and our torsos are pressed tightly together. “What about being cuddled? Do you have an aversion to that?”
She rests her cheek on my shoulder and relaxes into me. “Not at all. Coddling, no. Cuddling, definitely.”
My eyes close, and I breathe in the scent of apples and sex. Who knew that would be such an arousing combination? I rub her back softly, and after a few minutes I can feel that my renewed arousal is about to be very evident against her stomach.
“Baby, I need to take care of the condom, and it would probably do you some good to soak in the tub.”
Stacking her hands on my chest, Jordie rests her chin there and stares at me. “Will you bathe with me?”
I pat her ass. “If that’s what you want. Need me to carry you into the bathroom?”
Her glare is all the answer I need, and I laugh as she pushes off me and stands. I follow and then notice her eyes drop to my semi-hard cock. There’s a little blood on the condom and some smeared on my lower belly.
“It’s not as much as I thought,” she muses. “I guess I was expecting it to look like a murder scene.”
Laughing, I take her hand, and we walk into the large bathroom together. She’s walking a little more slowly than usual, but she seems okay, so I suppress my urge to pick her up like a princess. That would only piss her off.
There’s a separate smaller room housing the toilet, and I cup the back of Jordie’s head and kiss her pretty lips. “Go take care of your business in the toilet. You need to pee after sex. Always. You don’t want to get a UTI.”
She gives me a snappy little salute, and her tits bounce. I look because hello… boobs.
“Yes, sir, Coach Hale.” Then she turns and marches toward the smaller room, and now I’m ogling her ass. Goddamn, this woman and her killer body.
After starting the water in the enormous round sunken tub, I retrieve the towel from the bed.
I’d slid it underneath Jordie’s backside before we got started earlier.
There are a few spots of blood but not too bad.
I toss it in the towel hamper and then drag my fingertips through the water to test the temperature.
Jordie returns as I’m emptying a bag of soothing bath salts into the now-steaming water. She’s knotted her hair on top of her head, showing off her long, elegant neck. I have the urge to bite it, to mark her.
“Where did you get those?” she asks, leaning over and sniffing the fragrant steam rising from the bathtub.
“I had them delivered earlier today.”
She smirks and holds my hand, allowing me to help her into the tub. “Guess you thought I was a sure thing, huh?”
I grin and sink into the water across from her, allowing our legs to tangle. “Let’s call it optimistically hopeful.” I turn off the water and then stroke the top of her foot with my fingertips. “You’re different now.”
One of her eyebrows lifts slowly, and in her best Pinocchio voice, she says, “I’ve had sex. I’m a real woman now.”
Lifting her foot from the water, I bite her big toe, and she squirms, kicking lightly until I release her. “You’ve been a woman, Jordie, no matter your sexual status. But I meant the way you are with me. You seemed so hostile the first time we met. And the few times after that.”
“Oh.” Her face flushes, and she sighs. “The first time we met in your office, I saw your sister leaving and thought she was your… I don’t know. Your girlfriend or your hookup or something. Then I heard you talking about having someone named Reece at home and that you had a date night with her.”
Realization hits, and I burst into laughter. “Holy shit. You thought I was a cheating sleazeball."
She grimaces and holds her fingers an inch apart. “Maybe a little.” Rubbing her hand up and down my calf, she says, “I’m sorry I jumped to conclusions and thought you were a playboy. I realized it when I got to your house and saw you with Reece.”
“I’m about the furthest thing you can get from a playboy. I haven’t dated much at all since Reece was born.”
Jordie tilts her head, making her bun flop to the side. It’s irrationally sexy.
“Then what do you do on Tuesdays?”
I falter, taken by surprise at the question. “Uh, what?”
She pokes me with her toe. “You said your family takes turns keeping Reece on Tuesdays. You don’t go on dates?”
“No. Helix is under the assumption I’m out hooking up or whatever, and I don’t correct him.” I can read the curiosity on her face, but she doesn’t pry further. Rolling my lips, I ask, “Do you really want me to tell you what I do on those nights?”
Those aqua eyes light up with interest. Her perky little breasts bob in the water, and I do my best to keep my eyes above the waterline as she says, “If you want to.”
I find that I do want to. Very much. “How about I show you? Can I pick you up at 6:30 on Tuesday?” I have no fucking clue why I’m doing this. I’ve never shared my Tuesday night activities with anyone, not even my twin.
Her eyes narrow in suspicion. “What will we be doing?”
“You’ll see,” I reply.
Jordie shakes her head and puffs out a sigh. “Can you at least tell me what I should wear?”
My mind conjures an image of her, of how her body would look in my secret space, and I blurt out, “Black leggings and a white tank top.”
She still appears skeptical but finally nods. “Okay. Pick me up at 6:30.”
An unexpected wave of relief spreads down my spine, and I can’t help my huge grin. This is going to be fun.