Chapter 32 – Phoenix
CHAPTER THIRTY-TWO
I want more
Phoenix
The level of happiness filling me is at a level I can’t even describe. Finding Jordie naked in my bed was only the tip of the iceberg. Now we’re both naked and standing in my luxurious shower together.
I drag both hands up her slick, bare body and cup her breasts as I lean in for another kiss. I could kiss this woman for the rest of my life and never grow tired of it.
For the rest of my life. Shit, I haven’t had those kinds of thoughts about anyone in years. Not since the woman who broke me, who shattered my ability to trust.
But I trust Jordie. Yes, she’s career-driven like Beatrice was, but the beauty currently in my shower has a kindness in her heart my ex never had. I like strong women, but I need someone who also has the capacity to love.
Sliding one hand up to cup her throat, I pull back and measure Jordie’s eyes. They flare with desire at my dominant gesture, and flames lick along every inch of my skin.
“Get on your knees for me, baby.” I lick a line across her kiss-swollen lips. “I want this pretty mouth wrapped around my cock.”
I’m already hard again, but my erection swells painfully when Jordie sinks to her knees. What a fucking beautiful sight. Half her blonde hair is soaked, and she turns her eager face up toward me, awaiting further instruction like the good girl she is.
I pet her hair and reach for a towel, folding it before directing her to lift her knees so I can slide it beneath. Sure, I’m about to treat her mouth really fucking rudely, but a knee cushion is just basic common decency.
When I stand to my full height, Jordie’s gaze locks onto my dick as I take it in my hand and give myself two long tugs. Then I direct the head at her parted lips, glazing them with my pre-ejaculate.
“Taste me,” I order, and she dips her tongue out and her lips.
“You taste good,” she breathes. “I want more.”
I could explode right now, but I grit my teeth, propping one hand against the wall behind her and gripping the hair at the back of her head with the other.
“It’s all yours, Jordie.” That sentence has more meaning than I’m willing to think about right now.
Her smile is positively wicked as she grips my length and brings the tip to her mouth. She licks the head, slowly, methodically, like she’s an explorer on an expedition and she just found the treasure she’s looking for.
When she flicks my frenulum, I let out a hiss of approval, and she runs with it, directing her focus on that sensitive spot. My dick quivers in her grasp as she effortlessly drives me wild with unhurried rolls of her tongue around the head and then quick flutters of her tongue.
“I’m trying to decide if you’re a light switch or an ice cream cone,” she says cheekily, and I grin down at her.
“I’m whatever you want me to be, my goddess. It all feels good.”
Her free hand is gripping my thigh, but she slides it inward to tickle my balls at the same time her mouth engulfs me.
“Fuck!” I grit out, curling my fingers against the sweaty tile wall. “So wet and warm, baby.”
Jordie takes me deeper, gagging a little before pulling back and taking me again. My eyes want to roll back in my head, but I force them to stay on the woman on her knees for me.
“Look at me while my cock is in your mouth, Jordie,” I demand, and when those turquoise orbs rise to my face, I’m almost knocked off my feet. She looks so sweet, and I want to fucking defile her.
“You want to be my dirty good girl?” I ask, receiving a hum of acceptance that travels down my dick in into my soul. I stroke her face with the tips of my fingers. “Good girls take big dicks down their throats. Can you—”
My words catch on a strangle when she removes her hand from around my erection, grasps my ass, and hauls my hips forward, swallowing me like a pro.
“Motherfucking hell,” I cry. “Jesus Christ, Jordie.”
Her head bobs up and down my length, and my tip slips farther into her throat with every movement. She’s not even gagging, though saliva drips from the corners of her mouth and her eyes are watering. I’ve never seen a more alluring vision.
Meanwhile, her other hand gets in on the action, cupping my balls and squeezing them between her fingers with supple caresses. In her kneeling position, the side jets have soaked her hair, and I push some out of her eyes before fisting a handful.
My voice has gone deep and husky with lust. “Your mouth is phenomenal, goddess. And what the hell are you doing with your tongue?”
Showing off her skill, she… Hell, I don’t even know what to call what she’s doing with that rough, pink tongue. Is it a rolling motion? No, more like an undulation against the underside of my length. No matter the verbiage used, it’s the most extraordinary sensation I’ve ever felt.
Unable to hold back, I begin thrusting in and out of her mouth, jerking her head roughly until I’m hitting as deep as I can go.
Jordie stops the undulating tongue thing and replaces it with a hard suction that has my eyelids fluttering.
But I refuse to let them close and miss a second of this beauty fucking my cock with her perfectly stretched mouth.
I’d planned to defile her, but the little vixen has turned it around and is defiling me. And I goddamn well like it.
Jordie’s lips tighten around me, and she increases the suction to a point that’s just this side of painful. “Fuck, baby, are you trying to suck my ball sack out through my dick?” I pant out, feeling the telltale signs of an orgasm at the base of my erection.
Her mouth is completely full of me so she can’t smile, but her amusement shines in her pretty eyes.
“Evil woman,” I grunt, and then a gasp escapes me when I feel a soft buzzing against my balls. She’s still wearing the finger vibe, and she apparently just turned it on. “That feels amazing, baby.”
Her eyes hold mine with a hint of challenge.
I’m not sure what that’s about until she slides her vibrating finger back a little, tingling the taut skin of my taint.
I see where she’s headed with this and give her a single nod, even though I’ve never been touched like this before.
Her aqua eyes watch me as she presses the little toy against my asshole.
It’s as if that one tiny spot is attached to every cell in my body because I’m suddenly thrumming with energy.
My thrusts increase in speed and roughness as the vibration sinks into that sensitive spot.
She doesn’t penetrate me, but the sensation is fucking insane.
I don’t even recognize the sounds coming from my mouth, a combination of curse words and guttural groans.
When I feel myself about to combust, I tug her hair until she releases me from the heaven of her mouth.
I push out and suck in oxygen like I’ve just run the Houston Marathon, holding myself up with one hand against the tiles. Jordie stands, wipes a dribble of saliva from her chin, and fucking smirks.
“How was that, Coach Hale?” she asks sweetly.
I pin her with a glare and step into her, crowding her body against the line of jets spewing water against her back. “Like you’re not fully aware you just blew my mind, McNamara.”
The bite of her white teeth into that bottom lip, puffy from her cock-sucking, tells me she’s quite pleased with herself. “I could have kept going, sir.”
My breathing stutters at that last word. I’d never been into that sir shit, but I’d be a damn liar if I didn’t admit I liked it from Jordie. I’m discovering I like a lot of things with her. I kiss her with slow, easy licks and brushes of tongues and lips before pulling back.
“Sweetheart, I was about to blow the back of your head off with my orgasm. I’ve already come once, and now it’s your turn.” Not to mention, a release of the magnitude I was feeling would probably render my dick useless for at least a few hours. And I needed to take care of my girl.
Reaching for the fresh washcloth on the warm hanging bar, I add some face wash to it and clean Jordie’s exquisite face, washing away the saliva and tears.
She lets me, and that makes my heart soar.
My mom always told me I was the most nurturing of my brothers, and I guess she’s right because nothing makes me happier than taking care of those I love.
Wait… love? Did I just think that word inside my brain? I thought that emotion was dead to me, at least in the romantic sense. But something pulls at my insides every time I’m with Jordie. It’s more than her beauty. It’s her kindness and her strength. Her passion and her humor.
Yeah, I’m definitely in deeper than I should have allowed with this woman, but I’m not sure I can stop it now. I’m officially falling for Jordie McNamara.
“What’s wrong?” she asks, bringing me out of my thoughts.
“Nothing,” I say, rinsing the suds from her face. “Just thinking.”
“Did it hurt?”
I press my lips to her smartass mouth, just one more thing to like about her.
Then I drag my index finger along the edge of her jaw, from one side to the other. “In your list of things you want to add to your naughty playbook, I believe you mentioned rough sex. Is that something you’re interested in trying tonight?”
“Yes,” she says without hesitation. I adore her boldness. She’s still relatively new to sex, and yet she wants to explore so many things. With me. Gripping the backs of her thighs, I lift her, and she squeals. “Phoenix, I’m too heavy.”
“You’re not heavy,” I insist, urging her to wrap her legs around my waist. “I love that you’re not a tiny wisp, but trust me, I can handle you.”
“But can I handle you?” she asks with a pop of one eyebrow.
“That remains to be seen, but you’ve done a pretty damn good job so far.”
She rocks against my length, slicking me with her juices as her arms band around my neck. “I like being with you,” she says, her eyes holding mine with a vulnerability I can practically feel.