Chapter Fourteen #2
He brought his hands to my chest, just touching, but with clear intent. His fingertips skimmed past my shirt buttons to reach my skin, and when he got to the ones I hadn’t undone yet, he made a low, unhappy noise, and with a sharp movement, tore open my shirt.
“Hey!”
“I’ll sew them back on,” he said, pushing my shirt aside and kissing just above my navel. “I’ll suck you off for a little bit. Can’t come though, not from that. But you get to hold on to me.”
I shivered as I looked down at him, absently stroking my own chest with one hand, the very place where my phoenix had first settled.
“Let me undress?”
He was already at the waistband of my pants, opening them with far less fumbling than I probably would have managed.
“Later, hmm? After. This is fine for now.”
He worked my shoes off, then moved down to sit on my legs, which pinned my hips even as he shoved my pants down just far enough to get to my cock.
I tried to move to make it easier for him, but he wouldn’t let me, using his weight and his knees on either side of mine to keep me where he wanted me.
I watched him smile as he took my cock in hand, pleased with how I was at his mercy in this position.
His hand on me made me buck, even though he wasn’t doing anything.
It was just that I knew what he could do, how he could make me feel.
Maybe it was also the roughness of the moment—not rough in how he treated me, but rough in how we hadn’t made it to the bed, hadn’t even made it out of our clothes.
As if Soyer had heard my thoughts, he let go of me, looked into my eyes instead.
I licked my dry lips. “Do you want me to…?”
“No. I want you exactly where you are.” He pulled his long-sleeved shirt off, tossed it aside. “You want to watch me, don’t you?”
Before I could answer, he bent down and lapped at the head of my cock. It was electrifying, but he didn’t stop there. I gasped, but Soyer didn’t let me adjust to what he was doing, instead taking me in all the way.
Having him do this to me felt exhilarating, but it also terrified me.
He never gave any indication that it bothered him, taking me this deep, but the noises he made when he did worried me.
I didn’t want him to choke or hurt himself.
At the same time, when his throat contracted around me, when he used his fingers to touch and stroke, it was hard to keep control over my own body.
Today wasn’t any different, particularly considering how he had me pinned. I reached for him, stroking his silky hair and trying to at least not pull on it, even though I wanted to.
“S-Soyer…” I could hear myself whimpering, but I was powerless to do anything about it.
Soyer groaned in response, one hand sneaking around to the small of my back.
I knew the feathers of my own phoenix bird stretched out there, and I imagined I could feel the magic in that tattoo that wasn’t a tattoo as if it connected us deeper than any mark on bare skin ever could. As if it bound us, soul to soul.
It was a fanciful thought—too romantic, maybe—and nothing I could hold on to for long, not when he kept giving me head with abandon. He had me almost ready to come in his mouth, but he noticed and pulled off.
“Mmm. I keep forgetting how good you taste.”
He had a mischievous glimmer in his eyes that made me stare, even as he wiped the spit off his chin and stood.
“D-do you want me to—”
“Nuh-uh. No moving around. You had your chance to get chased, now you’re caught. Stay caught, Amory.”
He pushed me back down, his warm hand splayed over my breastbone. When I complied, he undid his pants and toed his shoes off, each movement hurried, as if he couldn’t wait.
I’d seen Soyer naked on more than a few occasions, but still, every time he undressed in front of me was special all over again.
He’d told me how much he wanted me, that he was loath to be apart from me—to the point of forcing vacation time on me no less—but more and more each day, I’d come to realize I wasn’t much different.
Maybe I wasn’t as…martial as Soyer, or as forward as he was, but secretly, I enjoyed knowing no one else would ever see this—the sharp, urgent desire in his eyes, him naked and aroused, him seeing nothing but me.
The sight of his phoenix, the bird’s beak open in a silent cry just above his heart, the tip of one wing reaching almost to his jugular, made my heart beat faster. It reminded me of the day he’d told me what he was, the day he’d given me this secret he’d carried with him for centuries.
“I love you so much.”
He stopped with one leg slung above me. It might’ve been comical if not for that intense expression on his face.
“I do too, my heart. Come, don’t dissolve into too many romantic thoughts while we’re still busy with carnal things, hmm? Let me ride you first. I can hold you after, tell you how proud you made me when you took my ring.” He shrugged. “When you stole it from its hiding spot.”
I laughed, though a wet sheen spread over my eyes as I watched him get back on the couch, back on top of me.
“I didn’t steal.”
“That’s what all thieves say.”
He spoke with barely a tremor in his voice, even as he reached back to get himself ready to take me.
That sight was magical. Soyer was a beautiful man, but that wasn’t the only reason.
He got intense when he was on top like this.
To be fair, it was rare for him not to be intense, even in the way he loved and showed his love, but this was something else.
I had a small realization then as I watched him get ready to…
ride me, as he’d said. Soyer was a giving lover, and I was glad he’d been my first and only.
But this, him being on top and in total control, this might just have been something he did only for his own enjoyment.
If so, I was glad. For all his caring, I was glad there was some selfishness in him as well.
He clicked his tongue. “You’re thinking too much. You shouldn’t be thinking too much when we’re fucking, Amory. Bad habit.”
“Can’t I think about you?”
He ran his free hand over my cock, his fingers working me in such a way that thoughts and breath and reason momentarily left me. I gasped, a high-pitched noise of pleasure and need escaping me.
“There, that’s better. You shouldn’t be thinking about me when I’m right in front of you. You should be patient and wait until I’m done with you before you do any more thinking.”
I dug my heels into the couch, my legs moving of their own accord.
Soyer smirked, his finger relentlessly stimulating my cockhead. “Much better. That’s much better, Amory.”
Giving me a pleased look, he lowered himself onto my cock.
I wanted to tell him that we should get lube, that I didn’t want him to hurt with just spit to help this along, but when I opened my mouth, I ended up gasping.
He was spearing himself on me, first tight, then soft and warm, and it felt even better than his mouth.
Colors were dancing in front of my eyes, and when they cleared, he looked satisfied, not like someone who’d had his cake, but like someone who knew all the cake was his and he could take his time with it.
Despite whatever society said about our respective roles and how we were doing this, he was in charge, and he enjoyed it.
“Come on, don’t make me wonder whether or not you’ll faint from this,” he said, the melody of his voice all I could hear. “Hands on my hips, Amory.”
I moved to obey, but flinched when he bent forward and pinched my nipples, that mischievous grin illuminating his face.
“I-I can’t… Soyer.”
“You can. You feel really good, you know that? Just stay where you are and enjoy.”
As if I could’ve moved. He started to though, using his hips and muscular thighs to set a slow rhythm that wasn’t quite enough to make me come outright.
It gave me a view of him getting what he wanted and enjoying it.
He was biting his lip much like I had done, but I was sure he looked better doing it, more in charge, like he knew what he wanted.
And what he wanted, he was going to get.
He moaned low, the sound seemingly incidental as he was still focused on me, on using his fingers on my nipples, going hard enough to get me to focus on that and nothing else for a while.
“Eyes on me. Eyes on me, Amory.”
I blinked and looked back at him, not sure when my lids had fallen shut or which sensation had done it.
Soyer leaned back with his hands on my knees, giving me the perfect view of his muscular abdomen and chest. Always, always, he was pulling my gaze to him.
He was inescapable, final in the best of ways.
A soft sheen of sweat added even more highlights and definition to him, and as I watched, I could tell he was letting himself go, done playing and teasing.
I dug my fingers into his thighs as he sped up, still powerless to do anything to make him feel good.
The friction increased, and before I’d even realized what was coming, my orgasm hit me, my balls tightening impossibly before I came inside him in wave after wave, that tense tightness around me still stimulating as if he wanted me to give him everything I had.
When I was nearly done, I saw him reach for his own flushed cock. He got himself off in seconds, but it was like magic, watching his hand perform nearly mechanically yet looking so enticing. When he came, his cum got all over me, all over my shirt, and for once, I didn’t even feel guilty about it.