Chapter 31 – Jordie
CHAPTER THIRTY-ONE
The return of Coach Hale
Jordie
I’m a little disoriented when I peel open my eyelids in the dim room. My vision and my mind clear as I look around and realize I’m in Phoenix’s bedroom. The clock beside the bed tells me it’s midnight.
My teeth sink into my bottom lip when I think about what I did earlier.
I’d spent every night this week in the guest room Phoenix got ready for me, so I’m not sure what possessed me to come into his room tonight.
Or why I brought my finger vibe with me, climbed onto his bed, and proceeded to get myself off with my buzzy little friend.
I relax back into his lush pillow and smile at the ceiling, feeling deliciously naughty. I’d actually come twice with my ass in the air and my face in his pillow. His scent clung to the fabric, making my orgasms even more intense as I fantasized about the man taking me from behind.
Then I guess I passed out in a satisfied haze. Pushing up onto one elbow, I feel around for the tiny vibrator. The bedcovers are cool and smooth to the touch, but where the hell is my toy?
That’s when I hear it. The sound of the shower in the en suite.
What the hell? Someone is definitely in that bathroom, and Phoenix isn’t due back until tomorrow afternoon.
Panic rises in my throat, and I scramble from the bed, pulling the sheet with me.
I wrap it around me and secure it at the chest before looking around for some kind of weapon.
A pretty glass candleholder sits on the chest of drawers beside the bathroom door, so I creep over and grab it, testing its weight in my hand.
Yeah, that could do some damage.
The door to the bathroom is slightly ajar, casting a sliver of light onto the wood flooring. Staying in the shadows, I peep around the doorframe and expel a long breath when I realize who it is. Phoenix is facing away from me, but I’d recognize that ass and those long, toned legs anywhere.
I blindly set the candlestick back on the chest, my attention fixated on his right arm flexing and moving in a slow rhythm. He turns then, giving me a full-frontal view, which I appreciate to the depths of my lady parts.
I give him a quick once-over, relieved that his eyes are closed.
Then I do a more thorough perusal. Phoenix’s cock is hard and encased in his right fist. His left hand is near his mouth, and I unwittingly step into the room, squinting against the sudden light as I try to figure out what he’s doing.
That’s when I see a flash of neon pink that’s alarmingly familiar.
My small pink vibrator. Christ on a unicycle, Phoenix Hale has my fucking vibrator on his finger, and he’s sucking on it like a Ring Pop.
My eyes drop to his other hand, watching as he touches himself with long, measured strokes.
I’m mesmerized by the sight. His balls hang heavy, and the head of his cock, swollen and red, appears and disappears from his fist. Saliva pools beneath my tongue, and the ache between my legs throbs an insistent beat.
I take my time dragging my gaze up his body, watching his ab muscles tighten beneath his wet skin. Rivulets of water plaster his dark hair against his chest, and I continue to let my eyes trace up his neck, which is arched back slightly.
When I reach his face, I see his eyes are open, and he’s staring directly at me. I take one step backward, realizing just how creepy I must appear, but with a shake of his head, he pins me in place. He removes the vibe from between his lips with a pop, leaving his lips glistening and swollen.
With a jerk of his chin, he urges me forward. The move is arrogant as fuck, but I like it, so I take another few steps until I’m only about a foot away from the glassed-in shower.
When he speaks, his voice rises above the pattering of water hitting the blue-tiled floor of the shower. “Drop that sheet so I don’t have to rely on my memories of your body to get myself off.”
His command is the most erotic thing I’ve ever heard, and I loosen the sheet, letting it pool to the floor around me in a copper puddle. The animalistic growl Phoenix emits has dampness immediately slicking my inner thighs, and his hand begins shuttling faster up and down his thick cock.
He tosses the small vibrator over the top of the glass wall, and I catch it because that’s what I do.
“Use that on yourself, goddess,” he orders, and I slip the small ring around my index finger and press the button on the side twice, my favorite setting.
It buzzes to life, and I lower my hand between my legs, finding that spot with ease.
A whimper escapes from my lips, and I reach my free hand up to cup my breast, rolling the nipple between my finger and thumb.
“Feels good,” I pant as the vibrator pulses against my clit.
“Spread your legs a little more for me, pretty girl,” he says, his voice a deep timbre that only heightens my arousal. I do, and his smile goes feral. “That’s my girl. You are so much better than my fantasies.”
“You fantasize about me?” I ask, glancing quickly up at his face before returning my gaze to where his fist tightens around his angry erection.
“Every. Fucking. Night. Jordie. I stroke my cock and think about how it felt to be inside you.” His hand rolls over the head of his wet dick before he resumes his up and down movement. “Did you think of me while you were getting off on my bed?”
Holy shit. He knows what I’ve been up to. But, of course, he does. The evidence is currently on my finger, pulsing against my clit.
My breath hitches. “You’re all I thought about.”
A hint of a smile crests his perfect lips. “I hope to fuck you left a goddamn mess all over my sheets.”
I swallow hard as my finger vibe circles the most sensitive part of me. “I was going to wash them before you got home.”
His eyelids droop into a glare. “That, sweetheart, should earn you a spanking. I want every drop of you soaking my bed.”
Dear god, this man… I force my voice into a coolness I don’t feel in the slightest.
“A spanking?” He nods, looking like the very definition of smug. I lift my chin in defiance. “Maybe I thought about that too.”
His blue irises flare with interest. “Hmmm, during this little fantasy of yours, was I fucking you or eating your cunt?”
I wet my lips with my tongue. “Fucking me.”
Phoenix’s eyes drift down my body, returning a long moment later to my face. “And how was I fucking you?”
My throat goes dry at the memory, and I swallow hard. “From behind. Hard and fast.”
He lets out a half-sigh, half-groan, and his head tilts back, though his eyes never leave mine. “That’s a favorite of mine too. Sinking into your drenched pussy with my hands holding your hips in place while I stare down at your absolutely exquisite ass.”
The images conjured in my mind, along with the pure filth of his words, has me on the edge of an orgasm that threatens to break me in two. Steam billows up from the floor, surrounding Phoenix with an almost ethereal haze, but I can still see exactly what he’s doing.
The grip he has on his penis looks almost painful, and my vibrator is doing its job to perfection as I continue to work it over my sensitive bundle. I shudder, pinching my nipple harder as I try to speak, but the words come out broken.
“Phe… Oh… Coming.”
I press my heels into the floor for stability, watching the blur of Phoenix’s hand over his cock.
“That’s my good, perfect girl. Watching you come is making me… fuuuck!” The last word comes out as a roar, and a jet of his release bursts from the head and hits the glass between us. Even as I’m coming, calling his name, I watch that droplet slide down with aching slowness with a mesmerized gaze.
My breaths are ripped from my lungs as I tremble, curling my toes against the tiled floor for purchase. His free hand reaches out, leaving a handprint on the steamy glass as he uses it for balance. My gaze goes to his other hand, moving more slowly now and covered with his sticky cum.
Then I close my eyes because the sight has my mouth watering to taste him. I still haven’t gotten the chance to do that yet.
Before I’ve even recovered from the orgasm, I feel myself floating again… no, not floating… something else. Jerking my eyelids open, I see I’m upside down over Phoenix’s shoulder, and he’s carrying me into the enormous shower enclosure.
“Phoenix, what are you doing?” I shriek, swatting at his butt.
“Getting my girl. I’m fucking tired of waiting.”
Before I can complain that I’m too heavy, he sets me on my feet and backs me against the far wall where a vertical line of water jets spritz from tiny metal openings set in the tile.
His hot, slick body presses against my front, and his mouth hovers an inch from mine. “I’m tired of waiting to do this too.”
Then he kisses me, burying a hand in the hair at the base of my skull, and I can feel the longing with every lash of his tongue. I can imagine he feels the same from me because, oh… I’ve craved this. Craved him since our night together almost two months ago.
His hair is drenched beneath my fingers as I tangle my hands in the dark locks, holding his mouth to mine. Not that he seems intent on stopping anytime soon. Phoenix plunders me like a man on death row enjoying his last meal. He’s still sporting a semi, which is sandwiched between our bellies.
I wrap my lips around his tongue, sucking on it as I pull back and put an inch of distance between us. He groans, a sound of bliss and need.
“Fuck, baby. The way I’ve imagined your lips around my cock like that.” His lips crook up into a half-smile so sexy it should be illegal. “That’s another favorite fantasy I’ve been dreaming of during my daily Jordie jack-off sessions.”
I giggle. “Let’s circle back to that. I’m confused. I thought you weren’t getting back until tomorrow.”
“Change of plans due to weather.” He presses his lips against my cheek, across my nose, and to the other cheek.
Glancing over his shoulder toward the bathroom door, I ask, “And Reece?”
“With my mom.” More kisses, these down the side of my neck. “For the rest of the weekend.
“So we can…”
Phoenix lifts his head and meets my eyes. “All you need to know is we’re alone and I plan to make you scream as loud as you want.” He nuzzles his nose against mine. “Now that we have the logistics out of the way, I'm pretty sure you mentioned something about circling back to my dick in your mouth?”
His eyebrow quirks up, and I can’t help but smile at this dirty man who can turn me on and make me laugh.
“Will you show me how you like it?” I ask, fingering the hair surrounding his nipple.
With a tender hand on my cheek, he says, “Of course, baby. I can be patient. I’m your sex coach after all.”
“About that,” I say, my voice holding a whiff of teasing as I walk my fingers up his chest. “I think your coaching left a lot to be desired.”
He recoils comically. “The hell you say? I was an excellent coach.”
“Meh,” I reply, earning me a glower.
“Meh?”
“I really only learned two plays. That’s not enough to run an offense.”
Phoenix’s lips twitch in amusement. “And what did you have in mind to fill your playbook?”
I tick them off on my fingers, and his eyes grow wider with each new request.
“We didn’t discuss spankings, blow jobs, doggy style, bondage, anal, rough sex, reverse cowgirl, against a wall, among others.
I feel completely inept as a sexual being.
” I say that with all the sass in the world, but then a sense of shyness fills my chest, and I drop my gaze.
“And there’s something else. I read it in one of my sister’s romance books. ”
With his knuckles beneath my chin, he lifts my face, his eyes probing. “Anything, Jordie. I would do anything for you. Except maybe pegging.”
I fake a frown. “Shit. That was what I was going to say.” It wasn’t, but it’s fun to see him squirm.
“Oh. Well.” He clears his throat. “I, um, can I think about it?”
I’m touched that he would even consider it and press my smiling lips against his.
“I was kidding about the pegging. I’d never ask you to cross your own boundaries.” His exhale is filled with so much relief I almost laugh. “It’s something else. Nothing bad, but it might make you uncomfortable.”
“Tell me, baby,” he demands softly, and I do. When I’m done, the smile on his face is the Grinchy one I hated at first but now adore. “That, I can definitely do.”