Chapter 24 Phoenix
Phoenix
I’m such an asshole. Even though I've already apologized and she's already forgiven me, I feel like I need to make it up to her.
I didn't need to do all that. It was a guy with a horse.
And I was already pulling in. How bad could it have been?
I trust her. I don't know why, given my history, but I fucking trust her.
I don't know what to do, though. I don't know how to make it up to her.
Then again, after we've kicked our shoes off inside my luxurious penthouse suite, as they keep reminding me when I check for messages at the front desk, a devilish idea crosses my mind.
“Come over here, with me.” I risk a command, reaching my hand out for her. She looks at me like she wants to ask why, but she doesn't. She humbly takes my hand, and I pull her along. We walk to the sliding glass doors and out to the balcony. “Wait right here.” I point at a random spot before me.
When I let her go, I walk back into what I’ve dubbed the living room and grab the big leather lounger the hotel staff brought in for me.
It's a tight squeeze pushing it through the narrow doorway and onto the balcony, but I manage.
This will be comfortable for what I have in store.
I fix it so it's facing the corner overlooking the city lights with the hills just beyond them in the distance.
Nobody else can see us up here, at least not in a meaningful way.
I sit down on the overstuffed chair first, scooting all the way back, ensuring Roni has enough room.
Then, without warning, I scoop her off her feet and hold her in my lap, cradling her.
“I'm so sorry, Little Temptress. You didn't deserve that,” I gravel a bit. “The idea I upset you, even for a minute, shreds pieces of my heart.”
“Hey, hey, hey,” she protests, turning my face to look me squarely in the eyes. “I told you it's okay. Besides, I can't stay mad at you. Not when you do shit like this.” She looks around at the scenery. “Who would ever think to do something like this for me?”
“I'll always do things like this for you, baby. Your happiness is all that matters to me.” She tugs on the ends of my beard hairs, pulling my face toward hers, and plants a long, slow kiss on my lips.
Her body presses slightly into mine, and she throws an arm around the back of my neck, allowing herself to get even closer.
I reach my right arm behind her back to hold her steady while using my left to adjust her leg so she can better sit on my lap.
The feel of the silky cloth of her leggings is perfection on her skin.
I find myself holding her face against mine, allowing me to thrust my tongue in deep, parrying it with hers as our kisses become more fervent, more passionate, while our hands run away with their own thoughts, tracing over one another's chests.
I caress her breasts through her shirt, kneading them, pinching the nipples just slightly.
Enough she notices. And when it gets to be almost too much, like I'm going to get more out of this than I deserve, I sit her up straight on my lap and turn her body away from me, until I have her back pressed against me, allowing her arm to remain stretched behind my neck.
“Spread your legs, Little Temptress.” I give her a low grumble.
“What do you mean?” she asks.
“I want you to spread your legs wide. Until they're draped over each arm of this chair. You can put your feet up on the railing to either side if you need support holding them in place. But I need you to spread them wide for me, baby.”
Despite the fact she's covered in a thin black fabric, I still feel I’m exposing her to the world below, knowing the only thing between everyone else and her precious little cunt, my cunt, is some cheap garment bought at a shopping mall.
It sets my insides ablaze, an inferno which burns only for her.
I raise my hand and grip it around her neck, squeezing just a little, a light choke hold. Using it to pull her into me, as far as she’ll go. I stroke her face with the tips of my fingers, while the clutch of my grasp remains around her throat.
“Kiss me, Little Temptress,” I say. And she does. She gives me the most incredible, lust-filled kiss, biting my lip as she pulls away, just a little, to look at me.
“What are you doing?” she asks again, but now isn't the time for words.
Now's the time for me to reach between her legs while they’re spread for me.
While she's tilted back and unable to stop me.
I run my hand over her covered pussy, feeling the heat of her core through the leggings.
I swear I could catch fire, she's so hot there.
I press my hand firmly against her and rub slowly.
She moans in my ear, and I almost lose my composure.
God, she's sexy.
I can already feel bits of precum dripping from my cock into my underwear, but my release is irrelevant.
I need her to feel good, to truly forgive me.
I cup her pussy through her pants I squeeze until I know my thumb has found its spot.
The little mound. A bundle of joy and ecstasy.
I stroke a finger back and forth. I don't want to create too much friction, but enough she feels me.
She yearns for me. And she knows this, all of this, all of her, is mine.
“Wow. You're crazy,” she grunts out, but I can tell she's not really thinking.
I press a little harder, rubbing her precious clit more, lifting the fingers I have cupped under her, right to the edge of her opening. She's already wet, soaking through her leggings.
“Looks like someone's a dirty girl,” I moan softly in her ear.
“Fucking hell, Phoenix. What are you doing to me?”
“Apologizing,” I answer. “I thought I told you that.”
“And I, I'm just, I thought—” She gasps for breaths as I rub her clit through her pants a little more. “I told y—you don't have to. You're—oh my god. You feel so good. You're forgiven.”
“This isn't about what I have to do, Little Temptress. This is about what I want to do.” I kiss the side of her neck and nuzzle her ear.
“And what is it you want to do?”
Releasing my grip on her, I find the seam through her leggings and dig two of my fingers around it and stretch until I've got a firm grip on a seam.
I pull it up hard and fast and far until the fabric begins to tear and I feel my two fingers poke in through a hole.
It eases the tension. It serves its purpose.
And I slowly use my fingers to stretch and tear the hole in the black cloth open more and more, until I'm able to get my entire hand inside.
“Holy shit, did you—”
Running my fingers over her clit and down to her wet entrance, I cut her off. She shudders where she used to speak.
“No more questions, Little Temptress. Now, you're just going to do what I want,” I whisper, then gently bite and suck where her pulse beats in her neck.
Then, withdrawing my hand, I stick three of my fingers in my mouth and soak them in my spit before shoving them back between her legs, through the growing tear I've created.
I drag my slick hand over her clit and swirl it around, still kissing her neck as she sinks further into my body.
“Remember to keep those legs spread for me, baby,” I remind her, then slip two of my fingers inside her drenched opening.
“Fuck,” she spits, her eyes closed.
“Don't do that,” I say.
“I'm sorry, what am I doing?” she asks through a snap of clarity.
“I need you to keep your eyes open, Little Temptress.”
“Okay.”
“Look at me,” I order her.
“Yes,” she eeks out, but it’s not good enough.
“Yes, Sir.” I curl my fingers inside her while correcting her.
“Ffuck. Y—Sir.” She lurches her face at mine while I continue to stroke her insides, adding a thumb to simultaneously run circles around her clit.
Like a machine, I’m dragging my fingers in one motion and rubbing her clit in another.
Picking up speed, she kisses me ferociously.
Her legs begin to wobble, and I pull back, just a bit.
“Don't you dare try to lower your legs,” I bark at her like I own her. “You stay spread wide for me.”
“Yes, Sir,” she chokes out and pushes back in for a kiss.
I continue to rub, tracing figure eights back and forth over her stiffened pearl.
She's gushing now. All I can hear between her breaths and our kissing are the sounds of my fingers squishing in and out of her cunt as I scrape her wall.
I feel her back tense and her hips stiffen as she sinks down hard into my lap, her legs shaking, trembling like a storm is coming.
I kiss her passionately for a second more and lean back just enough to look at her again. Her eyes glazed over, rolling back into her head.
“You’re going to be a good girl and fucking come for me, right?”
“You can't stop me, even if you try,” she says.
“I want you to let it all out, Little Temptress. Feel my fingers fucking you. Rubbing you. Touching you. Know this pussy is mine.”
“I ca—, God, it feels so good. Please.”
“Now scream my name and give me your cum, baby.”
A typhoon splashes, squirting out in streams. Her release splashes through the slats beneath the balcony railing and drops of her cum fall like raindrops to the world below.
I keep slamming my fingers into her for just a couple seconds more, making sure she’s let it all out.
The last of her climax drips in my lap, before her body goes limp atop mine.
“Now, Little Temptress, you can close your legs.”