Chapter 23 – Jordie #2
He’s gone in a flash, leaving little puddles behind him, and I sink into the water. It’s chilled a little, so I let some out and turn on the hot water tap. Phoenix returns a few seconds later and climbs into the tub with a condom already on his long, thick erection.
“You want to ride me, baby?”
“Isn’t it too early?” I ask, and his face falls.
“For another round?”
“No,” I say cheekily. “For stupid questions.”
He laughs and yanks me across the bathtub, arranging my knees on either side of his hips. “Get the fuck on me, smartass.”
While he holds his sheathed cock up with one hand, I roll my hips, allowing the head to part me and slide against my opening.
He’s blunt and thick, and my arousal slickens him as I glide up and down the underside of his impressive length.
I think I could come just like this, but I want him inside me. Correction, I need him inside me.
I notch myself over him and slowly begin to slide down his erection, the head parting my swollen walls. It hurts but in the very best of ways, like someone massaging a sore muscle.
“Ohhhhh.” My cry is breathy and coated with lust as I take more and more of him inside me.
Phoenix’s hands go to my hips, guiding me down. His breaths are ragged and harsh, and I tip my forehead against his so I can breathe in his exhales.
“You are incredible, Jordie. You look beautiful taking my cock so well.”
I crash my lips to his, wrapping my fingers in his wet hair as I continue sinking down onto him. When he’s fully seated, we both sigh into each other’s mouths. Our tongues perform a sensual tango as Phoenix tightens his fingers on my ass, urging me to move.
This is my first time in this position, but riding his big, hard dick comes naturally to me.
It feels like the most natural thing in the world, despite him almost splitting me in half with that thing.
Tightening my thigh muscles and glutes, I rise and then lower myself, shuddering at the delicious stretch.
“That’s it, baby. Ride my fat cock,” he murmurs into my mouth. His naughty words only spur me on, and I add a hip swirl to my repertoire, pulling a moan from both of us.
The steam from the water rises around us, draping us in a sultry fog of mutual desire.
Our movements are slow, an unhurried rhythm that allows me to feel every inch of him gliding inside me.
The heavy ridge of his crown drags along a very special place that I sometimes have trouble finding with my narrow vibrator.
But Phoenix has a cock made for riding, made for getting a woman off.
I wonder if he’d let me take a mold of it so I could have a replica made for future use.
Or I could just continue using the real thing, the filthy angel residing on one of my shoulders whispers.
The thought of suggesting an ongoing love affair with Phoenix turns me on, and I grind down hard on his length.
Sneaky late-night rendezvous, forbidden whispers in the dark, and the one thing that always pushes me over the edge when I imagine some nameless, faceless man in my bed.
Would he think my fantasy is weird, or would he be down for it?
When he kisses across my cheek and to my ear, whispering, “You have the face of an angel but the greedy cunt of a filthy little slut,” I’m pretty sure he’d be down for anything.
I shudder, and his mouth blazes a hot trail down my chest, taking one of my nipples between his lips.
His tongue twirls around it as he sucks hard, hollowing his cheeks.
My orgasm is imminent, and when he moves to the other breast and bites down lightly, I grip his head tightly to my chest and cry out his name. We rock slowly together as the pressure inside me builds with every deep penetration.
“Phoenix, god, I’m coming. Please don’t stop.” I throw my head back in ecstasy, the waves of the orgasm drowning me in salacious pleasure as his strong arms band around me.
As I’m attempting to recover from the release, Phoenix reaches over to turn off the tap. Then he slides a hand up my body and presses his thumb against my lips.
“Suck.” It’s a command I willingly follow, taking his digit in my mouth and laving it with my tongue. “Do you know how many times I’ve dreamed of taking this pretty mouth? Of fucking your throat raw?”
What? He’s thought of me like… that? When I bite down, something changes in the blue depths of his eyes. They seem to sizzle. Pulling his thumb out, he drags a trail of my own saliva down my chin until he’s cupping my throat with his big hand.
“What do you want, Jordie?” His voice is low but no less ardent.
I don’t even have to think about it. The words waterfall from my lips. “I want to fuck. Hard.”
Phoenix clenches his jaw for a second, and I can feel his cock begin to throb inside me.
He liked that answer. With his hand still around my neck, he pulls me forward until we’re nose to nose.
The rigidity of his stare should scare me, but it only makes me want to see more of this darker side I’m just getting a glimpse of.
“We had sex earlier, but I’m about to teach you how to fuck, sweetheart.” He widens his legs, stretching me apart even further. “Now lean back a little so you can take me deeper.”
I lean back, resting my hands on his calves. “I think you’re as deep as you can go. I’ve run out of room in my vagina.”
He chuckles darkly and lifts his hips, driving impossibly deep while he holds me in place with one hand on my hip. “You think so?” he asks with a bite to his tone.
“Fuck,” I cry out because I’ve never even dreamed of being this full.
“Too much?” he asks, his voice strained, but I can hear a note of concern around the edges.
I shake my head vehemently. “No, it feels good.”
He releases my neck and draws his hand down the center of my torso, his eyes hungrily following the path like he wants to defile me in a hundred different ways. I feel so exposed like this, spread out for his perusal, but I’m down for a bit of defilement.
He leaves one hand on my lower belly and uses the other to support my lower back. “Ride me like your life depends on it, Jordie. I’m about to make you come so hard you’ll need therapy to learn to walk again.”
Holy hell, this man and his mouth are next level.
I begin to pump my hips, and Phoenix bites his bottom lip, watching my body undulate over his.
I’m being stretched to capacity, and the burn is exquisite.
After a few seconds, he matches my rhythm, lifting his fine ass from the floor of the tub and thrusting up into me with force.
I grip his legs tighter, bowing my back to find just the right spot.
“Ohhh, right there,” I call when his dick rubs against a particularly sensitive spot inside me.
“Good baby,” he praises. “Grind it out.”
I do, circling my hips while he pounds up into me so hard my teeth clack together. I’m vaguely aware of water sloshing over the edge of the tub but I can’t bring myself to give a damn. My body and my mind are lost in the raw, carnal act of fucking.
We go at it hard and fast, his hands sandwiching me at the front and the back.
I look at Phoenix through hooded eyes. He is so fucking beautiful, his face a mask of concentration.
His gaze is cast downward to where we’re joined, watching himself fuck me like a man possessed.
The only sounds in the room are our bodies smacking together, Phoenix’s savage grunts, and my cries.
“You’re so goddamn tight,” he grunts, his body slamming into mine. “You’re turning me into a fucking animal, goddess.”
“Me too. I’m close,” I warn, feeling the telltale signs of another climax deep in my core.
When he adds pressure to my lower belly with his hand, my eyes cross, causing the image of him to double.
Why the hell does that feel so good? Phoenix dips his thumb down to press against my clit, and that’s all it takes.
I’m flying, soaring high and fast like a projectile, destined to crash and burn.
But I don’t care. All the crashing and burning in the world couldn’t take away from this high, this moment… this man.
I hear both of us calling out and feel Phoenix slam in hard one last time before holding himself deep. The pulses of his release thrum into my sex, and I close my eyes, riding the tsunami as my entire world shimmers and splinters.
I smile as a mattress appears beneath my body.
I’m not exactly sure where it came from, but it’s comfortable as hell, and I sink into it, keeping my eyes closed.
Vague recollections of the sex aftermath, as I like to call it, swirl lazily through my brain…
a gentle hand washing between my legs, a rubdown with a plush towel, and then a floating sensation.
Did I float? I don’t think I’ve ever done that before.
My brow creases, and I push my forty-pound eyelids up and open. Phoenix is there, leaning over me only a couple inches away with a sweet smile on his face, so different from the fierce grimace I saw a few minutes ago when he climaxed with me. Or was it hours? No clue. Everything’s a bit hazy.
“Did I levitate?” I ask, my voice raspy and unfamiliar.
He chuckles, and his voice sounds a little rough as well. “No, baby. I carried you to bed. You were kinda out of it.”
“I was going to say that’s a new trick for me.”
Winking, he grips my chin and presses a kiss to my lips. “I think we both learned a few new tricks tonight. Be right back. I’m going to get you some water.”
He disappears, and I push up on an elbow with some effort. I’m pretty sure he replaced my bones and muscle with pudding.
“You’re a sex warlock,” I announce when he returns, naked and yummy as all hell.
Handing over the bottle of that fancy water from the minibar, he sits on the bed beside me. “I must have gotten my powers from my sex goddess.” I blush, knowing he’s talking about me.
I manage to sit up enough to take a long drink from the bottle. It’s cold and the most delicious water I’ve ever had. Is it because it’s so expensive, or was I just parched from all the… activities?
My eyes roam around the room, seeing his suit jacket draped over a chair and his accessories on the dresser. I’m still in his hotel room. I really should go back to mine. He signed up to have sex with me, not having me invade his space all night long.
“I can go back to my room,” I say, handing the bottle back to him. He takes a long swig and eyes me, a little crease appearing between his brows. “I’m pretty sure I can walk now.” On my pudding legs.
When I try to rise, he holds me firm with a hand on my shoulder. “Respectfully, I’m not letting you leave this bed tonight.”
“Respectfully?” I ask, a drop of mocking in my tone.
“You didn’t seem so respectful when you said…
stuff earlier.” I can’t quite bring myself to repeat the filthy words that turned me on so much.
In the heat of the moment, yes. Sitting naked in his hotel room as we share a bottle of water? Not so much.
His wicked little dimples pop against the corners of his mouth. “Made you come until you blacked out, didn’t I?” He takes a very smug sip from the bottle before passing it back as his eyes hold mine. I glug down a long drink of it in an attempt to quell the heat rising in my cheeks.
“I just don’t want you to think that I think this is more than what it is. Staying all night seems presumptuous."
Phoenix is silent as he opens a bag of cookies I hadn’t noticed before. He feeds me one. The taste of cinnamon and sugar fills my senses as I chew.
“I don’t think anything of the sort, but I…” He pauses as if he’s gathering his words and puts another cinnamon cookie in my mouth. I see a vulnerability in his eyes, something I’m not sure he shows to many people. “I want you to stay, Jordie. We can cuddle.”
My heart does a double back flip in my chest. He wants me to stay?
Feigning annoyance, I roll my eyes. “God, you’re so obsessed with me, Hale, but fine.” I flip my hand through the air, the picture of nonchalance. “I’ll stay.”
His elated grin makes the skin over my chest feel two sizes too small. Did it shrink in the steamy bath? Or is it something else?
Something I dare not define.