Chapter 23 – Jordie
CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE
I’ve run out of room in my vagina
Jordie
I have no idea what we’re going to be doing on Tuesday evening, but I’m looking forward to it. Or rather, I’m looking forward to spending more time with Phoenix Hale.
He made tonight better than I could have ever imagined, but it wasn’t just the sex. It was the laughter… the respect… the care.
Phoenix moves to kneel in front of me and picks up a bottle of face wash, squirting some into his hands and lathering it. Then he reaches for my face.
I draw my head back. “Um, what are you doing?”
He drops a kiss on my lips. “Not coddling, baby. Aftercare.” When I relax, he begins smoothing it on my face in little circles.
“Any man who has the absolute privilege of being inside your body should dote on you afterward. Do the little things you can do for yourself, not because he has to but because he wants to.”
Relaxing against the wall of the tub, I do exactly that. I let Phoenix dote on me.
“Sorry if I was prickly. I’m the youngest in my family, and it always seemed like everyone wanted to take care of baby Jordie.” I close my eyes as he continues washing my face. “I just want to be independent and take care of myself.”
“And you do. You live on your own, and you have an awesome career that allows you to be financially independent.” He begins rinsing my face. “Ya know, I really should wash your mouth out with soap for some of the things you said in bed earlier.”
I scoff. “Then you need to wash out your own mouth as well, Mr. Dirty Talker.”
“Touché,” he replies as he soaps up a cloth and cleans my arms with slow precision. After washing my chest and armpits, he drops the cloth and lathers his hands with the sweet-smelling body wash.
“What exactly are you doing now?” I ask, amused when he reaches for my breasts.
The gleam in his eyes is pure wickedness. “Some areas require… hand-detailing.”
A laugh bubbles up from my throat. “I’m not a car, Phoenix.”
He massages my boobs, and my nipples tighten more and more every time his palm brushes over them. “Oh, but I think you are. You’re a hot rod, McNamara.”
I splash water at him. “You’re ridiculous.”
“You’re not going to be saying that while I finish my detailing.”
Then he disappears beneath the steamy water.
“What the hell are you doing?” I ask, even though he probably can’t hear me. Large hands separate my thighs beneath the water, and I gasp. Surely he’s not going to…
I look down to see Phoenix’s dark head between my legs. Huh. I guess he is.
With his face right in my crotch, he blows a stream of bubbles directly onto my pussy.
My hands clench the edge of the tub as my arousal is instantly reawakened.
When he’s out of air, he lifts his head, takes a deep breath, and goes back down for round two.
The bubbles tingle against my clit, and I moan aloud.
He repeats the process three more times, and by the time he finally surfaces and swipes the water from his face, I’m one big horny ball of nerves.
“Holy shit, what was that?” I pant.
“Hydrotherapy,” he replies, looking quite pleased with himself. “It’s usually a premium treatment at Phoenix’s Sex Spa, but I’m giving you a free upgrade tonight.”
I lift a mocking eyebrow. “Number one, I thought this was a car wash, and number two, I’m pretty sure that’s not what hydrotherapy is.” He smirks, and I run a hand down his slick torso to find his dick already hard. “What other treatments does Phoenix’s Sex Spa provide?”
He lets out a hum of approval when I give him a long stroke. “Why don’t you sit your beautiful ass up on the edge of the bathtub, and I’ll show you?”
The water sloshes as I immediately push myself up to the lip of the tub. Phoenix places his hands on the insides of my knees and parts my legs wide, his eyes finding mine.
“If you’re too sensitive or too sore, I’ll stop.”
“If you stop, I’ll punch you,” I inform him, mostly joking. Because god, I’m so needy right now.
Phoenix nibbles his way up my thigh and then rubs his nose through my slit.
He’s more gentle this time, using the flat of his tongue to lap at me.
His suction is soft and patient, working me up slowly.
I lean back on one arm so I can watch him, using the other hand to stroke his messy wet hair while he eats me out.
“Your pussy is so fucking sweet, goddess. I could happily spend the rest of my life with my face between your legs.”
His words, dirty and sweet, send a shiver down my body. Phoenix spears me with his tongue and groans like my vagina is the source of all the nutrition he’ll ever need.
Blue eyes drill into me, and I can’t look away. It’s the sexiest sight I’ve ever seen, him on his knees, soaking wet from his underwater activities and completely focused on me.
I massage his scalp as he licks me slowly, grazing my clit over and over. “That feels so good,” I whisper, noting the quiver to my voice. This man touches something inside my soul, shaking my foundation like an earthquake.
My eyelids drop, shutting him out because the look he’s giving me is way too much for me to handle. I can’t let myself catch feelings for Phoenix. This is a one-time thing. Or I guess a one-night thing since the goal of popping my cherry has already been achieved. Should we even be doing…
My thoughts are halted when Phoenix pulls his mouth from me. “Jordie.” I lift my eyelids to find his questioning stare. “Eyes on me, baby.”
It’s a command wrapped in a plea, and I nod.
He kisses my pussy in reward. “Good girl.”
I’ve never gotten the whole good girl thing. I always thought it sounded condescending at best. But not the way Phoenix Hale says it. It’s a praise, a worship even.
“I think I like being your good girl,” I admit, and he smiles before softly sucking on my pussy lips.
One of his hands trails up my thigh, and he circles my hole with the tip of his middle finger. “Is this okay, or are you too sore?”
He probes with just the tip, and my jaw falls open. “I’m not too sore.” The finger slides in deep, and he takes my clit between his lips, suckling it as he continues to hold my gaze. “I like when you do that. With your mouth and your finger,” I explain.
Phoenix swirls his tongue around my nub and then releases it with a cheeky pop. “Ah, my girl likes the combo full-meal deal.”
“I’d like it if you’d hush, get back to work, and make me come,” I tell him, fighting my smile.
He does, and I do. Hard. My back arches with the pure bliss coursing through me. This man has turned me into a hussy. I want him again. Desperately.
When he’s done, my entire body feels like it’s on fire with my desire for him.
He kisses his way up my body, taking a long, sucky detour when he reaches my breasts, and ends up leaning over me, his mouth devouring mine.
I cling to him, feeling the rock-hard evidence of his own need against my belly as I taste myself on his tongue.
“Is it normal to want to do it again this soon?” I murmur against his lips.
“Well, you did give me eleven out of ten in the sex department earlier, so…” He lets that last word hang in the air as he holds my head in place for another deep kiss. “Are you sure you’re not too sore? We could do other things.”
Reaching between us, I take his cock in my hand and press it between my boobs. Phoenix’s eyes go that feral shade of blue that tells me he likes this idea.
“Fuck my tits, and then I want you inside me again.”
“Goddamn it, Jordie,” he hisses. “You and that angel face combined with your filthy mouth are going to be the death of me.”
His hands cup the sides of my small breasts, and he squeezes them together around his girth.
I’m a little surprised they go all the way around it.
I’m not the president of the Itty Bitty Titty Committee, but I could probably be the treasurer or something.
Then he begins to move, sawing his hips up and down as his lids drop closed.
“Uh-uh, eyes on me, big boy,” I tease, tossing his words back at him.
He opens his eyes. “I’m probably going to come way too soon if I can see how sexy you look like this, baby.” I dart my tongue out to lick his tip on the upstroke, and a low rumble emanates from his chest. “Fuck, Jordie. Do that again.”
I do, and his hips pick up speed as my hands roam his body. The saltiness of his pre-ejaculate explodes on my tongue, and I really want to take him fully in my mouth.
“Does it feel good?” I ask him, running my hands up and down his ass, feeling the muscles flex beneath his warm skin.
“It would feel even better if I could watch you put your hand between your legs while I fuck your perfect tits.” I slide one hand down and circle my clit with my fingertips. “Put two fingers inside,” he orders, and I do, stroking my inner walls. They’re drenched in seconds.
His butt muscles clench harder, and his nostrils flare with desire.
I’ve never understood titty fucking before.
I’ve always thought it was a bit self-indulgent on the man’s part, but I’m pretty sure this is the hottest thing I’ve ever seen, watching the head appear and disappear as he uses me for his pleasure.
Phoenix’s cock is leaking profusely now, and his voice gains a sharp edge. “Give me a taste of that sweet pussy, goddess. I miss it.”
I lift my wet fingers, and he sucks them greedily before grunting and releasing my boobs. His dick is still hard against my chest, and he pants heavily, closing his eyes like he’s fighting for control. When he opens them again, they’re like blue flames of utter craving.
“Why did you stop?” I ask.
He wets his lips with his tongue. “Because if we keep it up, there won’t be any of my cock left for your cunt.” Bending, he kisses me softly. “Are you sure you can handle me again?”
I nod. “I want it more than anything.”
His smile is gentle as he strokes his fingers down my cheek. “Be right back. I need to get a condom.”