Worth the Fight

by Beth Maria

“Zoe, it’s fine. I won’t be long. I’ll come down and get you when I’m done,” I tell her, giving her a small smile.

  She must see the hesitation on my face though. “Are you sure? I could always come with you?”

  I shake my head no. “I’ll be fine. Phoenix won’t hurt me. He just wants to talk. If I have a problem, I’ll text you, so keep your cell on you.”

  “We’ll be down here then, won’t we, girls?” Zoe asks, snapping them out of their haze.

  “Yes, definitely. Right here,” Katie pipes up, though her eyes don’t stray from Phoenix. If I didn’t love them so much, I would be getting very territorial right now, but I know that they mean no harm. They are just mesmerized by his beauty.

  Phoenix doesn’t allow me time to reply before turning back on his heel, the crowd parting for him like he’s some sort of God. What am I talking about? In this town he is a God, a God that all the women want and all the men want to be like. It’s comical really.

  Walking up the stairs in Phoenix’s arms proves to be very uncomfortable. The bounce in his step makes me bounce, and with the alcohol in my system, my balance isn’t very good. My head bangs once or twice on the wall before Phoenix puts his hand between my head and the wall, protecting it. If I wasn’t so nervous and angry, I would probably say thank you right now. As it is, though, he’s brought me up here when I’d rather be downstairs with my girls. Actually, scratch that, as soon as we get into his office, I’m having it out with him. He needs to know exactly how much of a wanker he is.

  Phoenix kicks the door to his office open, closing it behind us with his heel. He doesn’t put me down though. No, he carries me around his desk, sitting me on it, before he sits down on his chair in front of me. I’m sure right now he’s got a very good view of my black lace panties. I don’t bother closing my legs to hide my modesty. Time to give him a taste of his own medicine. You can look, Phoenix James, but you can’t touch.

  I lean back on my hands, pushing my chest out. The alcohol is making me braver than I usually would be, had I been sober, and I’m grateful that I’ve had my fair share of alcohol tonight. Without it, I probably wouldn’t be able to say and do what I want and should have done a long time ago.

  I need to make Phoenix James my bitch, once and for all.

  No words have been communicated for near enough what I’m sure is a minute. Phoenix has his eyes fixed on my goods, which are bared open for his display.

  “Do you like what you see?” I ask throatily.

  He slowly roams his eyes from my pantie-clad pussy up to my chest before settling on my face. “Very much, Emilia.” His voice is husky with desire, all trace of the coldness from before having disappeared.

  It puts me at ease, especially when I seem to be having a huge effect of him.

  His palms smack down onto my thighs, squeezing hard. I fight to hold in the moan that wants to escape. It seems that rough Phoenix is out to play tonight. His rough hands slowly start making their journey up my leg, his fingertips brushing under the hem of my dress that has ridden up.

  “You are so beautiful, Emilia. Your body, the things it does to me…” he trails off, his fingers ever so gently skimming the outside of my panties. I sit up, my hands clamping down on his, stopping them from making any further movement.

  “Grrr,” Phoenix groans.

  “Oh no, you will have to work for my body. First of all, this is going to be all about me, and when we’ve finished, we are going to talk. A lot needs to be said, don’t you think?” It’s a rhetorical question.

  Phoenix stands up, leaning his large frame over my much smaller one, his rock hard chest rubbing against my breasts causing my nipples to pebble from the contact of my dress rubbing against them.

  “Oh, don’t worry, my sweet, sweet Emilia. I will make this a moment you will never forget. After I’m done with you, you won’t be able to think of another man ever again. I’m going to worship every single part of your body over and over. Nobody will ever be able to live up to my expectations. You will be screaming my name. I will engrain myself into your memory, Emilia, and you will love every damn second of it.” He growls into my ear, grabbing my earlobe between his teeth and nibbling gently.

  My body shudders of its own accord, giving away how affected I am already just from a small bite. I may have been all talk a few minutes ago, but now that the tables have turned, I’m Phoenix’s bitch now. There is no escape.

  “Do you understand?” Phoenix asks when I don’t reply.

  I nod my head at the same time that I whisper, “Yes.”

  His soft warm lips trail down my neck, gently sucking and placing delicate open-mouthed kisses, causing my goosebumps to intensify tenfold. This is torture already, and he’s only just started worshipping me!

  A throaty moan slips out when he reaches the sensitive spot behind my ear. Phoenix spends extra care there, causing another moan to escape. It feels so good. I can feel his smile against my neck. If I wasn’t so turned on right now, I would smack that smile straight from his face. Cocky bastard!

  His lips carry on their torturous decent down my neck, making their way to my shoulder before going back and showering my other shoulder with equal attention. His rough hand that was on my leg is now making its way up my back, caressing my bare back with such care. It’s making me a little nervous. This touch is for somebody who is in love, not for us, who, most of the time, can’t stand the sight of each other and can’t be in the same room without biting each others’ heads off.

  “Phoenix…” I moan.

  “What’s wrong?” he asks, the sound muffled from his kisses.

  “Stop being so gentle. I want hard and rough, not soft and gentle like we’re lovers.”

  He pulls back, his chiseled face calm and not in the least bit deterred. “Our first time isn’t going to be rushed, Emilia. Oh no. Like I said, I am going to worship every single part of your body, and I’m going to do that whether you like it or not. You want hard and rough, tough. That isn’t what you’re going to get with me. You deserve more than that. I won’t degrade you like that, Emilia, never.”

  Why does he have to be so sweet, right now of all times? I want to be mad at him so badly for everything that he’s put me through in the past, why I left, but I can’t. I love him too much, and I’ve waited so long for this moment, the moment where he makes love to me. Why am I being stupid and asking for him to treat me like all the other women? Do I want him to treat me like them? No, definitely not.

  I don’t reply. I can’t reply for more of a better reason. I’m afraid that, if I do, I will ruin it by saying those three little words that could make him run a mile. I just nod my head instead.

  “Good. I’m going to worship you now.”

  I internally groan, my body anticipating the pleasure I’m about to receive. I can forget about the talk we need to have after this for a little while.

  Phoenix’s head descends toward mine, his lips touching mine in a feather light kiss, barely touching, but the electricity between us becomes explosive. I pucker my lips, loving the feel of his soft ones resting against mine. I wish they never had to be separated, ever.

  Our lips start a slow dance together, savoring each other, expressing how we really feel without words. We’ve both never been very good at expressing ourselves with words, always actions, and this is no exception.

  “Let’s get you out of this dress. It’s covering up far to much.”

  Phoenix grabs the zipper on the side of the dress, pulling it down my shoulders and exposing my naked breasts to him.

  “No bra.” It’s a statement not a question.

  I answer anyway. “I couldn’t wear a bra with this dress.”

  “I’m glad,” is all he replies before his mouth closes around my nipple, causing the already pebbled nub to harden even more. The warmth of his breath feels amazing, like heaven. He fondles my other breast, not leaving it out, twisting and pitching my nipple, pleasure and pain. It’s a heady combination.

  “Oh m
y,” I whisper, pleasure shooting through my body. I grab onto the end of the desk for leverage, squeezing hard. I need to touch him. I remove one hand from its vice like grip on the desk, moving it up into Phoenix’s hair. The silky strands run through my fingers, feeling amazing. Then I tug, pulling his mouth off of my nipple, his mouth making a popping sound.

  He raises his eyebrow in question. My heavy breathing is making it difficult to let him know what I want. I don’t even know what I want! All I know is that I want him; all of him, once and for all, none of this teasing business anymore.

  “Phoenix, please,” I whine. Yes, I whine as the hand not fondling my breast makes its way down my body, slipping under the hem of my dress before he pulls my panties aside. They are soaking wet against my skin from my arousal, and we’ve only just started. I’ve never been affected like this except from Phoenix’s touch. It’s like magic. I crave it.

  Two fingers slip inside my wet folds, probing my entrance ever-so-slowly, while his thumb rubs over my tender nub, causing a series of shudders to tear through my body and a moan to escape my lips.

  “That good?” His voice is husky with desire, his icy blues having clouded over from lust.

  “Hmhm.” It’s all I can manage to reply as his thumb sweeps over my clit again, causing another round of pleasurable shudders and bringing me to the brink from just two strokes.

  That’s when he starts moving his fingers in and out at a slow rhythm while still rubbing my clit. It’s too much; I can’t cope with the sensations flowing through my body at high speeds. My head turns into the crook of his neck, resting there, my face hidden from his view.

  “Oh, no you don’t. I want to see that pretty face of yours. I want to watch the pleasure cross over your features while you come undone in my arms, Em,” His free hand leaves the warmth of my breast, moving up to my face. He turns my face so that I’m directly facing him, his thumb and index fingers holding my head in place. I couldn’t move it even if I tried.

  Phoenix speeds his movements up, my moans reverberating loudly in the room. I should be ashamed, but I’m not. The alcohol helped with that, though, I will never regret this moment. I’ve waited for such a long time for this close contact. My mind hasn’t done it justice.

  I’m so close, my orgasm in reach; I can feel it – I need it. I crave it.

  Phoenix must understand my need because his movements speed up, becoming frantic, touching me in just the right place.

  Nothing in my wildest dreams could prepare me for the tsunami of pleasure that rips through my body at full speed, causing blind spots to shine in my eyes, or the scream that tears itself from my lips of its own accord.

  “That’s it, baby. Ride it out,” Phoenix’s low rumble murmurs in my ear. He nips at it.

  I’m panting, my chest rising and falling rapidly while I try to catch my breath.

  Phoenix removes his fingers, leaving me feeling bare and missing his contact. He stands up, unbuckling his pants to stand before me in his shirt and boxers, and what a beautiful sight that is. My tongue comes out, licking my bottom lip, my eyes staring him down hungrily.

  “I really want to take this slow, worship your body, but I can’t. I’ve needed to feel you for so long, too long.” He mutters the last part to himself, but I hear. “I can’t wait anymore. I need you to be wrapped around my cock.” Before I can reply, he’s ripping my lace panties off, chucking them over his shoulder, before sheathing himself then pushing straight into my wet pussy, which welcomes him like it’s his home. I guess it is. It has always belonged to him, even when he didn’t know, and now, it will always belong to him.

  His invasion is a mixture between gentle and rough. He invades me slowly, but penetrates me deeply; very deeply, causing me to cry out in pleasure and pain.

  “Oh, Em, you feel amazing. You’re wrapped around me like a vice – like you were made for me.” My thoughts exactly.

  My only reply is a moan of satisfaction as he starts moving in and out of me at a slow pace, letting me get used to his invasion. Let’s just say that he is very well endowed in that department…

  Phoenix puts one of his arms behind my back. I remove my hands from the desk, Phoenix now holding me up, and wrap my arms around his neck. One of my hands moves down his back, feeling his hard muscles underneath his shirt bunching beneath my hand every time he moves. I can’t help but dig my fingers into his shirt. It spurs him on. Phoenix’s movements speed up, my moans and his grunts mingling together. Then I feel it, the unmistakable buildup of my next orgasm. I just don’t know if I’m ready. The last one made me have blind spots in my vision. This one is sure to knock me unconscious! There isn’t a damn thing I can do about this, though, because as Phoenix does one last thrust, hitting deep, he hits just the right spot, causing me to tip over the edge.

  “Phoenix!” I scream, my head tilting back.

  “Emilia!” Phoenix shouts out at the same time, his deep voice vibrating through my chest. His body has gone rock hard underneath my hands, his face a picture perfect moment – him expressing pure bliss, which I’m sure mine mirrors.

  Phoenix collapses on top of me, resting his head in the crook of my neck, both of us panting and trying to catch our breath. That was better than I could have ever imagined. My imagination honestly didn’t do this moment justice, none what so ever.

  “You like doing women on your desk, don’t you?” I chuckle nervously, mentally scolding myself for saying something so stupid. We’ve just spent an amazing moment together, and then I had to go and ruin it, didn’t I?

  “There’s a difference. You’re sitting on my desk. The others weren’t. They were just bent over,” he replies cockily, not at all bothered in the slightest. It makes me cringe how he can say that so openly after what we just shared. He must see that because he says, “I’m joking. I just went along with it, so you didn’t feel so embarrassed. It was the wrong thing to do, and I’m sorry.” His eyes soften, his icy blues begging me to forgive him.

  “Did Phoenix James just apologize?” I ask, shocked, changing the subject.

  He laughs, the sound music to my ears. It’s been a long time since we’ve been able to joke around.

  “I think I just did. I have a lot to be sorry for, so you best get used to hearing it.” His tone turns serious, his laughter stopping.

  I swallow, my nerves hitting new heights. We’ve both got a lot to be sorry for. The alcohol is starting to wear off, my liquid courage disappearing and leaving me to deal with this sober. I look around, trying to see if there is anything lying around, but come up empty handed. There is not a drop of alcohol in this office.

  I don’t realize we’re still connected until Phoenix pulls out of me, the friction causing butterflies to take flight in my stomach. Then I’m left feeling bare – empty. I miss his invasion, craving for him to be placed back inside me where he belongs.

  Phoenix sits down in his chair, his pants now back in place. I must have zoned out there. I sit up, making myself more presentable. On the floor, my panties are in a pile, completely ripped to shreds. There is not a chance in hell that they can be salvaged. Looks like I’m leaving here tonight commando…

  “Don’t worry, I’ll buy you a new pair,” Phoenix says.

  I turn my head in his direction, finding him leaning back in his chair and watching me closely. It’s unnerving.

  “Oh, no, it’s fine. I have more.” I wave off his offer.

  “Don’t be silly. I broke them. It’s the least I can do.” I nod my head. What can I reply to that? He’s always been stubborn when it came to me. Time hasn’t changed him, I see; well, not in that aspect anyway. “Let’s talk then.”

  And there we are. Back to business.

  “What do you want to talk about?”

  “I think you know very well what I want to talk about, Emilia.” His caring side that I saw for a short while has vanished, the business man that I have come to know back in place. I think I would rather deal with cocky Phoenix than this. How many personalities
can one man have? I think Phoenix has around four, and I can’t keep up with him!

  My calm is collected, though a little nervous demeanor is slowly starting to evaporate. I’m starting to get pissed off, as seems to always be the case around him. He has this damn effect on me, and I’m fed up of feeling angry all the time. It was a nice reprieve the last three months not to be angry.

  “You want to know why I left?” I ask, my voice strong, commanding that he answer.

  “Yes. I want to know why you left without a word. What happened to moving in with me?”

  I give him an ‘are you kidding me right now’ look.

  “Did you seriously think that I would move in with you after I walked in on you and that tramp? I thought you might have forgotten about her, but no. I didn’t hear a word from you for two weeks, Phoenix. Not even a single text! And then when I do see you, you’re in here with her, looking all cozy. Did you seriously think in that head of yours that I would move in with you after that?”

  “I was waiting for you to tell me your answer to moving in with me, yes,” he says seriously.

  “Then you’re even more deluded that I thought. This is pointless. There is no talking to you. I’m going back down to my friends.”

  I lift my butt off of the desk but don’t get to go anywhere.

  Phoenix’s hands come down on my bare thighs, holding me captive. Those damn shocks fly through my body full speed just from that small contact, and that makes me angry. I don’t want to feel this way toward him right now. I want to be repulsed by him. I want to hate him so bad that it hurts, but I know that I could never hate him. Dislike him, yes. Hate him, never. And that just pisses me off even more.

  “Phoenix, let go of me.”

  His icy blues lock onto mine, holding me captive.

  What did I just ask again?

  His thumb massages my skin slowly, his touch singeing my skin.

  “Please talk to me without getting angry for once. I’ll listen. You talk.”

  My mouth opens of its own accord, everything just spilling out, everything that I’ve felt over the past four years.