Chapter 21 #2
Phoenix thrust up as she sank down. They both groaned, and Addie’s ache turned to full-blown pleasure.
No way could she ever get used to this. This did feel perfect.
Perfectly pleasureful.
Perfectly right.
Perfectly all-consuming.
And with perfect clarity, Addie Whitlock was falling for Phoenix Cross, and she was falling hard.
Phoenix
What once came in gradual, satisfying bursts since laying eyes on Adalyn Whitlock, now bombarded Phoenix from all angles.
Music.
Notes and lyrics, and so much more.
He hummed quietly in his head, fingers ghosting above his guitar strings.
He didn’t want to wake her where she slept in his bed, a gorgeous, peaceful smile gently tilting up the corners of her mouth.
Common sense said he should go into the other room, but he couldn’t.
He couldn’t take his eyes off her and completely accepted that it sounded a bit stalkerish.
Something that had hovered over them the entire day at Emilio’s shifted back at the swimming hole. He didn’t see it, but he could sure as hell feel it.
In the air. In his heart. In Addie.
In the music.
Phoenix’s gaze strayed over Addie’s naked body, wrapped up in his bedsheet, and the heavy rightness of it invited the music in as he grabbed his journal:
Before you, the world was dark and grim.
A quiet battlefield.
Loud with overwhelming silence.
My future dim.
Phoenix reread the newest bridge over and over before flipping the notebook and diving into the chorus and tweaking a few words. He played around with the intro and got so much closer to accurately depicting the storm of emotions rumbling inside.
He jotted down another change when Addie’s green eyes fluttered open, heavy with sleep. “Were you just singing or did I dream that?”
“You may have heard a hum or two.” He climbed back onto the bed and pulled her into his arms. She turned in to him instantly and nestled into the curve of his shoulder. “Something … uncorked. It’s like I can almost hear an entire song in the background.”
Excitement snapped her eyes open a little wider. “Really?”
He stroked a finger down the length of her spine and savored her little shiver. “Really.”
“Well, what I heard sounded peaceful. Beautiful.”
“Most of it is.”
“Only most?”
“It’s a bit of a before-and-after glimpse. The before isn’t quite so peaceful … but the after? Blissfully so.”
A small smile worked its way onto her lips. “I like that.”
“I do, too.”
She sat up and swung a leg over his waist until she sat astride him. “So when am I allowed to hear this before-and-after for myself?”
“When it’s done.”
“Which will be…?”
He chuckled. “Careful there, love. You almost sound like Marcus.”
She smacked his chest playfully, and he caught her wrist before bringing it up to his mouth to kiss the sensitive skin inside.
“I want to make sure it’s perfect before you hear it,” Phoenix admitted. The song was still in fragments lined up in his journal and he already felt as if he was exposing a bit of his soul.
Making it perfect also meant untangling the rampant emotions surging through him, and then expressing them in a way that didn’t send Addie screaming for the hills.
The last thing he wanted was to chase her away with the depth of his feelings for her, which he’d come to realize were core-of-the-earth deep.
“Fine. I’ll put on my patient pants.” Addie trailed her mouth over his chest. Her pink tongue teasingly flicked his left piercing before sliding over to do the same to the right.
He smirked, adoring her playfulness. Actually, he adored all her sides.
He sank his fingers into her hair as she went lower, and lower, until her soft hand wrapped around his already hardening cock. “Fuck, love.”
She hummed against his tip before brushing it with her cheek. “Is all of this for me?”
“Every inch. Think you can handle all of it?”
“Only one way to find out.” No hesitation. No little licks. She took him into her mouth, practically taking his entire length in one go.
Phoenix threw his head back with a groan as she took more and more of him, her fist tightening around the base of his cock. She lifted and sank back down, setting a pace that quickly drove him to the edge of release.
“Fuck, baby.” His grip on her hair tightened and her eyes snapped up to his. “Your mouth feels almost as good as your pussy.”
She hummed around him and the vibrations sent a bolt of pleasure right to his aching balls. He panted, and Addie, encouraged by the sight, let him pop out of her mouth before she sank back down, taking him straight into the back of her throat.
She bobbed up and down, her eyes never leaving his as she read every one of his silent cues, giving him what he wanted before he even knew for himself what that something was. Pre-cum leaked from his tip and she lapped it up, its appearance spurring her on.
“I want to be inside you when I come, and I want to feel your pussy coming around me when I do,” Phoenix panted.
Addie immediately released him with a wet pop just as he yanked her up and tossed her onto her back. She giggled as she bounced, and the sound was like music to his ears.
Her eyes lit brightly with arousal as she opened her legs and exposed her already dripping pussy. “We really don’t need any foreplay, so—”
He needed no further encouragement. Gripping her hips, Phoenix lifted her ass off the mattress and slammed into her in one thrust. Addie’s pleasured shout echoed through the room as he bottomed out and did it again.
With every meeting of their bodies, Addie begged for more. For everything.
That’s what he wanted, too.
To give her more pleasure.
More orgasms.
More laughter.
Bodies and gazes locked, Addie’s pussy gripped him in a tight, pulsating vise and sent them over the edge together. Wave after all-consuming wave washed over them, and they held on to each other, barely keeping each other afloat.
When the last ripples eased away, Phoenix dropped to her side and tugged her into the protective circle of his arm. Sated and sleepy, she snuggled into his chest with a breathy sigh.
There was only one thing Phoenix couldn’t give her.
His heart.
Because she already possessed it.