by Baylin Crow
My eyes were glued to his cock as I wondered how I could possibly accommodate his girth. Still, my ass clenched at the thought of taking him inside me.
Phoenix spread me wide and reached down. A slick digit rubbed against my hole. "You didn't answer me. How much do you want this?"
Realizing he wouldn't give me more until I responded, I huffed in frustration. "I want it more than anything I've wanted in my whole life."
A pleased grin stretched his lips before they were hidden in the shadows again. With the light coming and going, my eyes never had the opportunity to adjust to the darkness. Blind to what he was doing, I sucked in a deep breath as he worked his finger inside me. Back and forth, he finger fucked me.
"Perfect," he praised and I wasn't sure what he meant. But it felt almost perfect.
"More," I begged on a ragged sigh, and he slipped in a second. When I was practically incoherent in my pleas, he added a third.
"I'm ready," I swore. My ass ached to be filled with his cock, and I didn't know how much more torment I could take.
I let out a sigh when he removed his fingers. His knee pressed into the mattress and braced on one arm, he lowered himself and pressed his tip against my entrance.
"Arch?" he paused as he heaved a deep breath. "Relax and let me in."
I hadn't realized I had tensed. Holding his gaze, I focused on his hazel irises and my breathing steadied. Once my muscles loosened, he pushed in. The burn was immediate and intense. I locked up tight and my eyes squeezed closed.
"Fuck. Fuck." Phoenix let out a painful groan and dipped down. His lips brushing mine, he coached me. "Relax, babe. I have you. We'll go slow."
His hand found my cock, pumping it lazily as he kissed me. Fixated on his taste and the attention he paid my shaft, the burning faded as I adjusted to his size. I rocked, testing the sensation and his grip around me tightened. “Arch—”
"Okay, I'm good. I'm ready.”
Concentration etched his forehead and sweat beaded his brow, but he sank into me inch by inch. My eyes closed as I got lost in the connection of the slow shallow thrusts that deepened each time. Then he hit a spot that sent stars bursting behind my eyelids and I moaned.
"That's it," Phoenix growled. "That's the sound I want on your lips. Feel good?"
"So good," I whispered as he began to rock into me until he was able to slide the rest of the way in. Fully seated, he held still as the storm outside raged.
"You're so fucking tight." Phoenix's voice strained. "This might not last long."
"Good thing I don't plan on this being the last time then." Gripping his biceps, I handed myself over to him completely with total trust. "Make me feel good."
He grinned down at me, a wicked smile tilting his lips. "Anything for you."
Phoenix pulled back and then rolled his hips forward. I'd never felt anything so achingly perfect.
13
Phoenix
Being inside Archer was as close to any heaven I could imagine. He held my cock in a vise grip that made my jaw clench in an effort not to come too soon as waves of ecstasy rippled through my body.
Lightning flashed, and I soaked up the picture of Archer laid bare for me as I moved between his legs. His brown eyes were mere slits as he struggled to hold them open, and his throat bobbed, calling to my lips. Unable to resist, I kissed him there and tasted a tinge of salt on his skin as I rocked into him to the sounds of the storm wreaking havoc outside.
“You feel…so…fucking…good,” I growled, curling each word around a deep, lazy thrust. "I'm never going to get tired of being buried inside you. Think you can handle that?"
He sighed out my name—the sweetest fucking sound.
"I want more. Give me more," Archer breathed out and dug his blunt nails dug into my arms.
The bite of pain and look of rapture etched onto his face made it impossible to deny him. Not that I wanted to. I’d bathe in the harmony of our bodies coming together every night if he’d let me. Lifting to my knees, I gripped his ass and tilted his hips before snapping mine forward.
A gasp burst from his lungs followed by a deep moan. “Phoenix…right there—please, do it again.”
Driven by Archer’s desperate plea for more and my own urge to burn this moment into both of our memories, I upped my pace and spoke through gritted teeth. “Like that, Arch? This what you want?”
“Yes,” he hissed. His eyes rolled back. His legs quaked against my sides. And I bit my lip to hold back the slew of profanities sizzling on the edge of my tongue. He felt incredible. He felt perfect… Too perfect. The heat and slick slide were quickly pushing me close to the edge. My sac drew tight, and I ground my molars to keep me grounded. I wanted to watch Archer fall apart beneath me and soak up his moans.
Constant flares of light filtered through the thin curtains, giving me brief glimpses of the way our bodies came together. My attention shifted from his face to where my cock stretched him open. A groan rattled in my chest as I watched myself disappear into his tight hole. “I wish you could see the way your greedy body takes my cock, Arch.”
His hips moved restlessly. Seeking. Wanting. “Phoenix, I’m close. Don’t stop.”
“Not until you come, screaming my name,” I swore and lifted my gaze to his. “I need to see you turned inside out for me.”
Determined, I banded my arm beneath him, freeing a hand. The second I curled my fingers around his shaft, his back bowed and my name burst from his lips just as a sizzling clap of lightning struck near the house and lit up the room. He cried out as I stroked him through his release and long ropes of come shot from his tip, painting his stomach and chest. He shuddered and I grunted. “So sensitive.”
The sight and sensation sent me hurdling over the edge. Fire blazed along my spine and my fingers dug into his flesh as my body jerked. "Fuck, Arch. Fu—"
I bit my lip hard as I pumped into him, filling him with my come. As his ass milked the last of my release, a sudden image of pulling back to see my come leaking out of his hole flashed behind my closed eyes and I groaned. I wanted him bare. If he felt that amazing with the thin layer between us, I could only imagine being buried inside him with no barrier. I'd never done that before, and it was suddenly high on my list of priorities.
My arms shook as I lowered him to the bed. Hovering above him, I buried my face in the crook of his neck as I tried to catch my breath. "Give me a second. I can't feel my fucking face."
His hands ran up and down my arms soothingly as I fought not to collapse. Once I steadied, I gingerly slipped out of him. Rolling on my back beside him, I blindly reached for his hand and laced our fingers together. The storm began to wane, but the winds still howled, sharpening my focus on how silent the room had become in the aftermath.
I rolled to face Archer, suddenly worried I’d been to rough. "You okay? Sore?"
He turned his head toward me, and a shadowed drowsy grin tipped his lips as he tightened his fingers around mine. "It hurts a little, but I'd do it again in a heartbeat."
Warring between pride and concern, I simply leaned forward and pressed my lips to his. "That was hands down the hardest I've ever come."
His hand cupped the back of my neck, running a lazy finger across my nape. "It was indescribable. I never thought…it would be like that."
"In a good way?" I cocked a brow.
He sighed as he continued to tease my skin. "The best way."
I chuckled and sat up. Tying the condom, I tossed it into the bedside trash and then rolled off the bed. On my feet, I tried to help Archer to his. "We need to get you cleaned up."
"I'd rather stay in bed," he murmured sleepily and put up a half-hearted fight. He relented and slightly winced when he stood.
"You are sore." Despite my better judgement to ease Archer into sex, I'd given in to his demands and now guilt tugged at my conscious.
He blinked heavy lids and flashed a crooked grin. "Worth it."
I ducked to kiss him and then led him into the hall where we made our w
ay to the bathroom. After waiting for the shower to heat up, we climbed in and took turns soaping each other. Paying careful attention to his tender hole, I gently cleaned him.
He shivered. "It hurts a little but feels good at the same time."
My cock twitched, and I cursed. Shaking my head because I had no control over the damn thing when it came to him, I rinsed off. After he'd done the same, we stepped out, and I snagged a pair of white towels from the shelf.
We dried off and returned to the bed where I pulled back the rumpled comforter. He crawled between the covers first, and I took my time scanning his naked body. Mine. I wanted to beat my chest like an animal and let every other creature in the world know he belonged to me. A stir of hunger made my cock harder, and his gaze dropped before his mouth popped open.
"Ignore that." I slipped in beside him and lifted my arm. "Come here."
Archer scooted close, shifting until his back pressed to my front, wiggling his bare ass against my length. I popped his thigh. “Stop that or it’s never going to go away.”
A small laugh puffed through his lips, and I wanted to put it in a bottle—much like the first time I’d heard it—so I could listen to it any time I wanted to. I folded him in against me and kissed the top of his damp hair that smelled of my shampoo. "I told someone you were my boyfriend today.”
Archer turned his head enough that I caught his grin. He shrugged his shoulder. “Okay.”
My lips kicked up on one side. “Just okay? You’re not mad at me for assuming you were okay with it first?”
His eyes sparkled in the dark. “I like the way it sounds.”
“Me too,” I admitted and pulled him so close there wasn’t an inch of space between us. “Night, babe."
Archer yawned and snuggled into the pillow. "Night, Phoenix."
Even though I was exhausted, I itched to capture this moment in lyrics. But the one thing I wasn’t willing to give up for the chance to write was already in my arms. I breathed him in and swore I’d do whatever it took to keep him.
When I woke, the sun was peeking through the thin curtains. I was sweating beneath the heavy blanket and Archer's body. Sometime during the night, he'd gone from the little spoon position to sprawled on top of me.
Soft snores drifted from him, and I hated to wake him, but my leg was cramping and I had to piss.
With slow movements, I tried to roll him off me but he clutched me tighter. I chuckled and he frowned as he was jostled.
"Stop moving, I'm sleeping." His whispered words were quickly followed by another snore.
I shook his shoulder. "Sorry, Arch, but you gotta get off me. My leg’s bothering me."
"Are you okay?" He blinked puffy eyes and swiped his messy curls from his forehead as he slowly lifted himself.
"Yeah, just need to get up and walk it off." With stiff limbs, I rose from the bed. “Are you sore this morning?”
He flopped back onto my black silk covered pillow and pulled the deep gray covers to his chin. "No, I’m sleepy."
“Did you know that you snore? I don’t think I’ve ever told you.” Opening my drawer, I fished out a fresh pair of boxers and slid them on.
Archer yawned, stretching his arms over his head. “I do not.”
My lips curled into a grin. “You do. Tonight, I’m going to record it and show you.”
His eyes narrowed to slits and his arms fell like bricks to the bed. “You wouldn’t.”
“Oh, I absolutely would. Be right back.” Turning away from my adorable, cranky boyfriend, I limped into the kitchen, grabbing two waters and a bottle of pain medicine before returning to Archer. Sitting on the edge of the bed, I shook out two pills and held them out to him. With a groan, he sat up and held out his hand where I dropped them into his cupped palm.
Archer accepted the bottle and popped the pills into his mouth, chasing them with greedy gulps of water. “I told you I was fine. I’m not going to break, you know.”
“That’s not a risk I’m willing to take.” My lips kicked up on one side and he snorted. "I was going to take you out for breakfast, but I'm thinking maybe I'll just go grab something and bring it back."
He nodded and rested his back against the headboard, covers pooling in his lap. "Maybe a lazy day in bed?" His tone was adorably hopeful.
“Sound like a plan to me.” It was Sunday and the only day we both had off and I couldn’t think of a way I’d rather spend it. As I sipped on my water, I headed for my closet and pulled a pair of dark jeans and a black shirt from their hangers. "Maybe we could work on your book," I suggested as I pulled on the jeans.
He tunneled back beneath the blankets and buried his face in the pillow so that his reply was muffled. "That sounds good. I'll run over and get it later."
“Any special requests? They have muffins, bagels, donuts…”
Instead of answering me, I received a lazy wave. I chuckled as I finished dressing and gathered my rings and necklace, slipping them on before I rounded the bed, dropping a kiss on his forehead he didn’t seem to register. His breathing was deep and even. He’d already fallen back asleep.
I chuckled as I left the room in search for my keys, eventually finding them on the floor by the door where I must have dropped them in my hurry to get Archer in bed.
Locking the door behind me, I settled into my car and headed for the small bakery that made the fluffiest muffins with fresh strawberries—nearly identical to the ones I’d eaten every morning in Nashville. I ordered an assorted pack of six and two coffees, in case Archer decided he wanted one for a change, and hoped would stay hot in the closed cups. On a whim, I also swung by the grocery store and bought a cookies-and-cream ice cream cake for Archer.
As I pulled back into the driveway, I groaned under my breath. Isaac, with his mostly gray hair loose from his usual ponytail and wearing a pair of shorts and shirt with ripped sleeves, was wheeling his trash bin to the street. He paused when I parked, lifting his hand in a lazy wave. After a bit of adjusting things around, I climbed out of the car with arms full of Archer's favorite dessert and clearly food and coffee for two people.
Isaac eyed the contents and smirked. "Tell my nephew I said good mornin’."
Not a blusher, my cheeks still heated as I struggled to hold everything. I cleared my throat. "Actually, he’s asleep, and I need his book from upstairs. Can I grab it?"
"Looks like you have your hands full. I'll get it." As he shot me a smug grin, I decided dating my neighbor slash tattoo artist's nephew was awkward. But worth it.
"Thanks," I called out as I made my way to the door. Juggling the boxes and drink carrier, I struggled with the key, wondering why I hadn't just made multiple trips. Once inside, I set everything on the counter and then headed back outside to get Archer’s book. Isaac met me at the door first. He didn't hassle me when he handed the book over. But his stupid smile was still in place.
"Don't say a word." I snatched the book, and his grin broadened before I shut the door in his face. His laughter followed by “whipped” boomed on the other side of the thick wood. Asshole.
Archer had gotten up and was coming out of the bathroom when he noticed me. His eyes lit up when he spotted the cake. "Oh my god, you're the best."
Breakfast forgotten, he popped a kiss to my lips and all but dove into the box. l watched as he moved around the kitchen with ease, wondering why I liked it so much that he knew his way around my space. Snagging a fork from the tray, he set it on the cake box and then stacked his book on top next to it.
"Coming?" he asked, and I bit back a smile.
"After you." I grabbed the muffins and a coffee before trailing him back to the bedroom.
Archer eased onto the bed, settling on the rumpled sheets and tugged the comforter to cover his legs. Once he was comfortable, he flipped open the lid and dug in, moaning around the first bite. My cock took notice of the sound, and I squeezed my eyes closed as I stripped down to my boxers. I’d never been into mixing food with sex, but I supposed there was a first time for
everything.
I joined him in bed and grabbed the remote, switching on the TV that was mounted on the wall across the room. "What do you want to watch?"
"I don't care." He shrugged and licked a smear of ice cream from his lips. "I don't watch a lot of TV."
I scrolled through the channels, then the DVR, before I landed on a movie I'd recorded but hadn't watched yet. With Archer's agreement, I hit play.
Archer stuffed himself with sugary dessert as I tore into a strawberry muffin that melted on my tongue.
On the screen, a group of kids were trapped in the center of a giant maze that housed deadly creatures, preventing them from escaping.
"This movie is giving me so many ideas for stories," Archer said twenty minutes into the show as he set the box—missing an entire quarter of the whole cake—aside on the nightstand.
I paused the movie and tapped the hardcover on the bed between us. "You have to finish this book first."
His attention dropped to the unfinished work and he huffed. "I know."
I flipped on my side and propped myself on my elbow. "So? Who's going to win?"
He shook his head, dark auburn hair sweeping over his forehead. "Maybe the sirens? They are only following their natural instincts, you know? While the pirates are purely running on revenge…"
"Or, maybe the pirates because they are so driven by hate," I thought aloud and his eyes narrowed. My brows shot up. "What?"
He sighed and his shoulders slumped. "You could have just agreed with me, you know. Now, I really don't know what to do."
"Damn," I muttered and his lip quirked.
"I'll figure it out eventually."
He moved the book and sidled up next to me, wrapping an arm over my waist and resting his head on my chest. I breathed him in with a hint of primal satisfaction that my scent covered him.
Restarting the movie, we watched the rest in silence. Then it ended on a serious cliffhanger—I fucking hated cliffhangers.
We both decided to stay on our asses all day, binging the entire trilogy, with breaks only to order pizza. And then needing to rewind when our mouths and tongues ended up tangled together.