Chapter 15
Tongue curling over my front teeth, I stare at the side of Nix’s pretty face. His rich chocolate gaze warm even as he avoids directing his attention onto me, eyes tight at the outer corners as he tries to smother his small smile.
“You know you can just smile at me,” I say quietly, remembering a time when he really couldn’t. “I’d love you to actually,” I tell him, my back pressed to the back wall of the metal lift. The shuddering of it as we ascend vibrating my bones, “Look at me.”
Phoenix turns his head over his shoulder, tight blonde ringlets hanging over his brow, “What?” he asks softly, blinking at me slowly.
“Come ‘ere,” I rasp, licking my lips.
He shakes his head softly, just the once, and then he turns his attention back to the closed lift doors, giving me his back, his reflection distorted in the mottled shiny metal.
I catch his smile all the same.
Nix’s smiles are these delicate little curls of his supple pink lips, almost childlike in the softness of them, and he never looks sure about them. Especially when they’re natural, he almost appears startled, the way in which he instantly tries to smother them. It’s been a long time that we’ve been together, and I got him away from his family.
“You think you can just tell me no, Cherub?” I question gruffly, staring at the back of his head of thick blonde hair.
Something that, now, makes me think of her too, and I’m not sure I’ve ever felt like this before.
Wanting to be patient with someone other than my Nix.
“Yes,” Phoenix replies calmly, “I know I can.”
I chuckle throatily, the deep sound reverberating around the enclosed space as we continue to climb to the top floor. Shaking my head, I push up off of the wall, step into his back, my arms wrapping across his chest from behind. I bury my face in his neck, breathing him in, crisp apple and smoked birch, this rich, enticing scent that makes my balls tight and my dick hard, and my heart thunder in my chest.
Fuck, I love him.
Teeth grazing the side of his throat, I scrape them up to the corner of his jaw, nibbling on the jut of bone. Rolling my tongue over my tooth marks, I suck gently on the delicate skin beneath his ear.
“I want to fuck you,” I breathe into his neck, the tip of my nose grazing the shell of his ear. “Then I want to suck your dick until you’re the only thing I can taste, breathe and feel.”
He doesn’t move as my fingers dig into his abs, his head dropping back onto my shoulder, I curl over him, sucking down the column of his throat. Teasing my tongue up and over his cheek, he inhales deep, his chest inflating beneath the cage of my arms.
“Flint,” he whispers, my mouth stilling on the arch of his cheekbone.
“Mm.”
“You like her,” he states in a murmur, unquestioning.
I say nothing, because I don’t really know if that’s true.
“It’s okay that you do,” he reassures me, the lift doors opening, but neither one of us making a move to get out. “I do,” he tells me, his heart calm beneath my splayed palm. “I think she could be good for us,” he says next, making me blink, move my face back just enough that I can see him better.
Phoenix doesn”t trust outsiders.
“I didn’t realise you’d given it so much thought,” I murmur, the lift doors closing with a shudder.
“You have,” he turns his head, gazing up into my eyes. “You think she could fit too, that’s why you haven’t done anything to hurt her.” I scoff, flicking my attention onto our blurred reflection in the closed doors, his slightly shorter, lean body protected by my tall, broad one. “You can be soft with her, like you are with me.”
My gaze snaps back to his, “I am not soft with you,” I protest.
Phoenix smiles then, this slow, small curve to his pretty pink mouth, he licks his lips, biting into his bottom lip before he flicks his tongue out, licking over my cupid’s bow.
“Sure you’re not,” he mockingly agrees with a smirk, “you’re a big scary-”
I slam my lips into his, shutting him up as I spin him in my hold and slam him into the wall, shaking the lift with the force of it. My hands grip the sides of his throat, his own curling into fists, gripping the material of the front of my t-shirt. I bite his tongue, suck on his lips, and he kisses me back with a violence I should expect but never see coming.
Nix’s short nails cut into my chest as he curls his fingers into me, shoving his thigh between my legs. Our teeth knock together as he wrenches his head back, banging it against the wall with a resounding thud. He twists out of my hold, wrapping his feet around one of my ankles, he slams me chest first into the wall I just had him pressed back against, shoving me with a hand between my shoulder blades. Dropping his weight into me, pinning me in with his splayed palms on either side of my head, the pulsing length of his hard dick digging against my arse.
“Oh, Baby Boy,” he breathes, pants of his fresh breath scissoring down the side of my neck. “I love feeling you beneath me,” he thrusts his hips harder against me, emphasising his words with the evidence between his legs.
I grunt, my own cock hard and throbbing, I grind it into the metal wall, my abs tight, lower belly hot. My fingers flex into the wall, my cheek smushed against it, I peer back at Nix from the very corner of my eye, watching as he very deliberately makes a show of pulling a hand from the wall beside my head, sucking a long thin finger into his mouth.
“Nix,” I rush, my breath clouding the wall with pants of condensation, “don’t.”
He chuckles, the sound like raspy silk in my ear, “I’ll do whatever the fuck I want to you, Baby Boy.”
And then he shoves the elastic waistband of my joggers down my thighs, no underwear beneath them, and uses the same hand to pull my cheek wide, my eyes squeezing shut tight. He drops his saliva coated finger to the base of my spine, sparking an eruption of goosebumps to raze across my flesh.
“You have such a beautiful arse,” he whispers appreciatively, it makes me want to laugh, the way he says it, such a sharp contrast to just a moment ago, but then he exhales heavily, like a sigh. “Shame I’m going to destroy it,” he whispers as his finger breaches my tight hole.
I flinch into the wall at the sudden deep intrusion, but he doesn’t let up, using his grip on my cheek to pull it wider, twisting his finger inside of me, curling it and rubbing.
“Jesus fucking Christ,”I hiss, arching into the wall, fingers biting into the metal.
“He can’t save you, Baby Boy,” he chuckles darkly, driving his teeth into my neck as he rubs that spot deep inside of me relentlessly, faster and faster, until I’m panting, and holding my breath and he’s whispering into my ear. “You like me inside of you, huh, filthy boy. Forcing you to submit to me. You’re going to come for me now, and I’m not even going to think about touching your desperate, weeping dick.”
A guttural cry falls from my lips as my mouth drops open and cum spurts from my dick. Grinding myself into the wall as Nix twists his finger inside of me, slapping my cheeks with his other hand, one then the other. He tears his finger out of me when I’m spent, and I collapse against the wall. Panting and squeezing my eyes shut tighter as blobs of black dance beneath my lids.
Phoenix’s hands are gentle as he turns me, letting me lean my spine against the metal, and he drops to his knees. Eyes opening, he stares up at me, brown gaze rich and warm, he opens his mouth and then he laps up my cum. I groan as his hot tongue works over my skin, avoiding my dick entirely as it starts to re-harden under the feathering of his breath.
“Touch me,” I breathe, staring down my body at him, he sucks cum from my balls, pulling on them hard with the suction of his mouth. “Fuck, Nix, please.”
He smirks, my ball popping free of his mouth. With one final lick up my pelvic bone, he pushes to his feet, dragging the waistband of my jogging bottoms up with him, letting the elastic ping against my hip bones.
Pushing the button on the panel to open the doors with the same finger he just had shoved deep inside of me, he looks up at me from beneath heavy, dark lashes, “Let’s go inside, Baby Boy,” he whispers as the doors slide open with a clatter and he walks towards the flat.