28. Chapter Twenty-Eight #3
But he doesn’t let them. His hands hold me open, fingers pressing hard into my inner thighs, keeping me spread and exposed while his tongue works me over with maddening precision. Just the tip of his tongue over my clit until I am pulling his hair so hard he groans into me.
But the groaning makes it worse. So much worse.
He seals his mouth over my clit and sucks, gentle at first, then harder, his tongue still moving underneath, and the combination rips a sound out of me that I have no name for.
My hips chase his mouth and my thighs shake against his hands.
My pussy is slick and swollen. He knows it, feels it, tastes it, and uses every single piece of that information against me without mercy.
He slides one finger inside me while his mouth stays on my clit.
My back arches off the floor.
“Fuck yeah,” he says against me, his finger curling, finding that spot with infuriating precision.
The smug bastard smiles with his mouth on my cunt and the arrogance of it should make me kick him.
Instead I pull his hair harder.
His groan vibrates against my clit and my whole body clenches around his fingers in response.
“Keep making those fucking sexy noises,” he says, then sucks my clit back into his mouth.
The pleasure hits me. My hips chase his mouth, chasing more. His fingers curl inside me, pressing that spot that makes my vision blur, while his tongue works my clit.
He adds another finger, stretching me open while his mouth never stops. He draws a moan from me and I have no dignity left to be ashamed of.
“That’s it,” he murmurs against me. “Let me feel you.”
His fingers curl deeper.
“Oh… God.”
He looks up at me from between my thighs.
The alpha fuckboy is there—smug, filthy, and absolutely certain he can ruin me better than any man alive.
“Phoenix,” I breathe.
“Yeah. Say it again.”
“Phoenix.”
“Fuck, I love that.” His fingers pump into me, curling at the end and hitting that spot that makes my toes curl. “My name sounds so much better when you’re this close.”
I am close. Embarrassingly close. And he knows.
I can tell by the way he builds me up to the edge, his tongue and fingers working together until my thighs are shaking and my breath is gone.
Then he just stops. He pulls his fingers out and presses a soft kiss to my inner thigh.
My head lifts. “Phoenix.”
“What?” His smile is pure evil.
“I was close.”
“I know.”
“You’re an asshole.”
He gives my clit one lazy lick and my whole body jolts. “But I’m an asshole with excellent timing.”
He does it again, more slowly this time, and then stops again.
“Phoenix.”
“Hmm?”
“I swear to God—”
“You swear to God what, Wills?” He blows hot air onto my pussy, teasing me. “Use your words, Wills.”
“I want—”
“Yeah?” Another feather-light lick, gone before I can chase it. “What do you want?”
I’m actually going to fucking kill him.
“More.”
“More what?” His lips brush my inner left thigh. Then the right one. Everywhere except where I am dying for his mouth to be. “Be specific.”
“Phoenix.”
“That’s not specific.” He licks me once more and pulls back.
My hands fist in his hair and I yank his head back to make sure he looks at me.
“Get your fucking mouth on my pussy,” I say, “before I sit on your face and take what I want myself.”
Phoenix laughs and lowers his mouth. This time there is no teasing. His mouth is open and hungry. His tongue slides through me slowly before he seals his lips around my clit and sucks.
The sound that leaves me is desperate.
His fingers slide back inside, two of them, curling immediately, finding that spot with focused precision, working me from the inside. He strokes that spot in a rhythm that builds so fast that my vision starts to blur at the edges.
“Oh… God, please,” I gasp, tugging at his hair. “Don’t… stop this… time.”
His fingers curl inside me and press, causing my whole body to go rigid.
“Phoenix…”
He does it again and again, working that spot with devastating accuracy. I can feel myself getting wetter with every stroke.
My orgasm hits. It doesn’t build to a peak.
It fucking detonates. Brutal and blinding, tearing his name from my mouth in pieces as my hands fist his hair so hard my knuckles turn white.
My pussy clenches around his fingers in long deep waves and he works me through every single one as my whole body shakes itself apart.
I can’t breathe. I can’t think.
I can only lie on my living room floor as Phoenix drags every last pleasurable pulse from me.
He eases off slowly. Soft kisses against my inner thigh. The trembling skin of my stomach.
When he finally lifts his head, his mouth is wet, and his eyes are wild and dark. He’s so proud of himself that it should be criminal.
“That was fucking hot,” he says.
I am too overstimulated to respond.
He crawls up my body and kisses me, pushing the taste of myself into my mouth. I moan into it because there is no point pretending I don’t love it. His body grinds into mine, his cock thick against my thigh through his sweats.
I reach between us toward his waistband.
He catches my wrist and rolls, flipping us so that he is on his back and I am straddling him on the living room floor.
Phoenix looks up at me. His eyes are glittering with dark satisfaction. He tucks his hands behind his head like the arrogant asshole he is. His chest rises hard beneath me, abs tightening under my thighs.
“Your turn, Wills.”
My pulse pounds because I can feel his hard cock under me.
I get back on my feet.
“Stand up,” I say.
Something shifts in his eyes as he rises to his feet.
I hold his gaze as I sink slowly to my knees in front of him. A muscle flicks at the side of his jaw as his breathing grows harder.
His cock twitches.
“Fuck,” he breathes, the word dragged out of him. “You did that on purpose.”
I smirk as my hands reach for his waistband. Two can play this game.
I pull down his sweats and his cock springs free. It’s hard and thick with moisture beading at the tip.
My mouth goes dry.
He wraps one hand around himself and strokes once, slow and shameless, his eyes never leaving mine. Then he steps out of his sweats.
“Fuck. You on your knees for me.” He strokes himself again. “I have thought about this so many times it made me fucking crazy. Your mouth on my cock, Wills. I've thought about you taking all of me. Thought about watching you choke on it and coming back for more.”
His free hand slides into my hair, not pushing, just holding. “You have no idea what this does to me.”
My thighs press together.
His eyes drop to them and then back up.
“Look at you,” he says, his voice gone completely feral. “Mouth watering for my cock and still trying to look like you are in charge.”
“I am in charge,” I say.
“Yeah.” His thumb swipes over the head of his cock, and wipes it on my lips. “Then show me how badly you want it.”
His smile turns wicked and dark and completely feral. “Kiss it, Wills. Fucking kiss it. Show me how much you want my fucking cock.”