“Give me your damn phone so I can call Milina to come get me, you selfish…” She’s trembling with rage, and she’s trying to spit something out, but she looks like she’s struggling.
“Arrogant asshole? Dickhead? Cocky bastard? Smug prick? Controlling idiot? Which one of those do you wanna call me, sugar?” I help her along, in case she’s truly stuck.
Her mouth opens, closes, opens again, then closes.
“Fuuuuuuck!” she yells. “I hate you!” she screams.
“No you don’t.”
“I do. How dare you!”
“Whatever. Anyway, if you want to get a job I’m alright with that, but you’re not leaving. Here,” I take my phone out of my pocket and throw it on the bed, “call Milina and plan a trip into town tomorrow. Go get that shit done that girls get, you know that feet and hand crap and whatever else you want. I’ll pay for you two to go do girly stuff. I’m going to get you a phone of your own, but when I come back, I want you naked so I can fuck you.”
I turn to walk out of the room and Phoenix snorts, I’m pretty sure, sarcastically.
“So romantic,” she says as I open the door and walk down the hallway.
“I never said I was,” I say loud enough for her to hear me.
TWENTY
Phoenix
“Here,” Jaeger says as he throws a box on the bed. I look at it and it’s a cell phone. “Number’s on the side of the box. It’s charged and ready to go. Why are you still dressed?”
I look down at the box, then back at Jaeger who’s already got his t-shirt off. The ink all over his body is intricate and woven all together, though they’re still all separate pieces.
“That really got me in the mood,” I say as I pick the box up and open it, taking out the cell phone.
“You were in the mood and ready to let me fuck you against the door outside an hour ago. Now the door’s shut and I wanna screw you in here.”
He’s so damn frustrating, so confusing, so annoying…just so…..grrrr.
“What’s the problem? You’re not wet?” He toes off his boots then unbuckles his belt, getting ready to have sex with me…or probably, without me.
“You aren’t doing anything for me just standing there.” I wave my hand from his head down to his feet, “And really, after your little revelation, I don’t think I’m in the mood for sex.”
“What, that I’ve killed people?”
I take a deep breath and feel myself sigh.
Yeah, about that…how do I handle the responsibility of knowing that the man that I’m with has murdered people, and has admitted that he’s capable of doing it again.
“Nix, it’s something you’ll have to learn to live with. It is what it is. The people I’ve killed were there knowing that the fight could go either way.”
I lower my gaze, not really knowing where to look or how to react. A normal woman wouldn’t even be in this position to start with.
But who am I kidding? Normal isn’t something I’ve ever grown up with.
My mother died in a carjacking gone wrong, which left my father to look after me. He never wanted a girl to begin with. He only wanted a boy, which is where my name, Dillon, comes from.
From a young age, I fell in love with the concept and the look of the phoenix, and refused to answer unless I was addressed as Phoenix or Nix.
After Mom died, Dad turned to drinking, which soon turned to drinking and gambling. Then he dropped the drinking and went harder with the gambling. He neglected the farm, which was passed down from his grandfather to Granddad to Dad, to, well…it should’ve been mine.
But Dad gambled it away, as he did my mother’s jewelry, the cattle we had, his car, and everything else of value that wasn’t bolted to the ground.
“Nix,” Jaeger says, bringing me out of the heavy headspace I just travelled to.
“Yeah.”
“Let’s go take a shower. There’s some club business I gotta get to in about an hour, but for now I just want to have a shower with you. You can wash me, ‘cause I want your hands all over me. I’ll settle for you to jack me off, sugar.”
“Is there any chance at all you can curb your desire?”
“I bet you’re getting wet again, so why would I stop?” He shrugs his shoulders while taking off the rest of his clothes.
“A losing war,” I mumble as I walk toward the bathroom and start to take my clothes off. Truth is, he’s sexy as anything and when he does say those things, they mostly do turn me on.
Which brings me back to the question, why?
I’m pretty sure that I’ve known all along what kind of person Jaeger really is, but I had pushed it down to a place that’s so far buried it would never see the light of day again.
But after being here only a handful of days, a spotlight has been shined on it. Every bulb lit to its fullest wattage, burning with such heat and intensity that I can’t look away from it now.
Jaeger is, and will always be, someone scary. He’s someone I should heed my mind’s warnings about–warnings as clear as those in every horror movie, every book with a villain–and just run.
But also in these few days, something else has happened, and I sort of like him. My body enjoys him while my mind scrambles to make sense of the situation I’m in and fight this growing attraction.
His alpha male ways make me crazy. I fight with myself every time he opens his mouth. My brain tells me to be disgusted. But my body becomes highly charged, craving his words, and worse still, needing his touch.
“You don’t get that ass in here in the next five seconds; I’m going to bend you over the vanity and fuck you hard.”
I hear the sound of the running water pelting on the tiled floor in the shower, and know that Jaeger will already have his cock in hand, waiting for me.
Stepping into the shower, I’m greeted with a very excited Jaeger, washing his hard, toned, and quite delicious body.
“Wash my back,” Jaeger says as he thrusts a cake of soap into my hands.
He turns his back and leans his arms up on the wall as the hot water cascades down his body. His head is lowered and I catch a glimpse of his face. His eyes are closed and his mouth is open.
“Just touch me, Nix,” he says, his voice low, almost like he’s on edge, begging.
I run the soap over his shoulders and instantly Jaeger relaxes into my touch, his head falling forward.
Although the water is pounding down on our bodies, I see the scars on his back, neck and shoulders. They’re small, light in color. Older wounds.
Fascinated by his marked body, I temporarily stop washing him, tracing a finger along the longest scar that runs from his shoulder blade down to his mid-ribs. The tattoos on his body cover a lot of his wounds, but seeing him in the shower, completely relaxed gives me the chance to study them and see just how many he has.
“How did you get this one?” I ask as I run my finger from tip to tip.
Jaeger shudders, though he keeps his head down while he answers, “Fight. The guy had a knife. I thought he was down, so I walked away. When I heard him grunting, I turned to look over my shoulder, and I caught the tail end of the knife. I was lucky though, ‘cause he would’ve punctured a lung if I hadn’t turned.”
Softly I kiss the scar, just touching the angry line.
“That feels nice.”
Nice? Did Jaeger just say a word that normal men would use?
“How about this one?” I ask as I kiss his neck and start to soap his back again.
“Aaron,” he says through a small moan.
“Aaron did it?”
“Yeah, we were fuckin’ around, had a fight to let off some steam and he cracked a beer bottle. Thought he could cut me with it.”
I move my hands down to his tight ass, soaping up his muscly, hard butt.
“Do you do shit like that often?” I ask as I flatten my body against his back. My breasts are pushing into him and my sex is rubbing on him.
Jaeger’s left arm reaches behind him to clasp my
ass, and he squeezes me closer to him, holding me flat against his body.
“Whenever we need to get shit out of our systems. It’s what we do.”
“Is that right?” I ask, nipping his earlobe into my mouth, slowly sucking, then flicking it with my tongue.
“God yes, keep your mouth on me.”
I put the soap back on the soap holder and move my arms to hug him from behind.
With my front flush against Jaeger’s back, I move my hands to his rigid, firm chest. My thumbs find his nipples, starting to tease them. I duck down and lick up his spine, from mid-back all the way up to his neck.
“You feel fantastic on me, Nix.”
“I’m not on you, but I can be if you want me to be,” I whisper in his ear, as my fingers continue to play and torment his nipples.
“I want you every way I can have you. But right now, I want you on your knees, I’m close to coming, and I want my cum in your mouth.” Jaeger hasn’t turned around. He’s still facing the wall with his head down.
“Is that all you want from me? Just to fuck my mouth?” With soapy hands, I reach down to his firm, stiff cock, taking it in my hand and squeezing, applying pressure to it.
With deep, slow, tight movements, I stroke from tip to base.
“What are your doing to me?” he moans with desire and want.
I grip harder, as I keep my hands sliding along the length of his cock.
“Making you want me,” I answer.
Jaeger’s moaning, his breath coming in short, rapid bursts as he thrusts his hips into my hand.
“Tsk, tsk, tsk, no you don’t,” I say leaning further into his body.
“On your knees, now,” he almost hollers at me.
“No,” I reply, cockily.
My fingers tighten around his shaft, and I pull with force then slide my hand back down.
The heat in the shower is stifling. Jaeger’s control is almost gone, and I love dominating this moment.
Jaeger abruptly turns, his hands on my shoulders as he pushes me down to my knees.
“That mouth has done too much talking. Time I fill it with my cock. Open up and take everything I give you.”
Holy shit, the dirty, arrogant ass has just turned the heat up to scorching. The water has rinsed the soap away and his wet cock glistens in front of me.
I purse my lips together and give him an ‘eat shit’ cheeky smile.
“Open that argumentative mouth,” he demands. “I’ll fucking drag you out of here, blindfold you, and tie you to my god damn bed if you don’t open that mouth of yours right now.”
Christ, can I get any wetter?
I open my mouth and wait for his rock-hard cock to slide into my mouth.
He slips his hard-on deep past my lips. I keep my mouth open, not moving, not sucking or licking.
“Fuck me with your mouth, Nix. And make it a blow job I’ll never forget.”
Yes, sir!
He pushes in as far as he can go, and my gag reflex overtakes my throat. The head of his cock is touching the back of my throat; I try to pull away but Jaeger laces his fingers through my drenched hair and holds my head in place.
“I said for you to fuck me, not make love to my cock.”
Screw you, idiot!
I suck on his knob, just teasing the head with my tongue, dipping into his slit, then trace the knob. Grazing the tip with my teeth, I bite down with just enough pressure to be on the painful side.
“Yeah, that’s it.”
I look up through the falling water and Jaeger has his head slightly back and his eyes closed, while his hands are tangled in my hair and his hips are moving in small thrusts toward my face.
Knowing that sucking on a guy’s balls drives them crazy, I move my head and lick the underside of his ball sac, my nose buried deep between his balls as my mouth licks the sensitive skin that’s desperate for my touch.
“Hmmm,” Jaeger moans and pushes my head further into his sac. I smile because he can’t hide what he wants me to do to him.
Sucking his balls into my mouth, I keep alternating between flicking and licking with my tongue. My hands go to Jaeger’s ass and pull him closer to me, getting more of him in my mouth.
“Get my cock in your mouth,” he groans as his fingers loosen his grip so I can move to fully envelop him.
Greedily, I taste the pre-cum that’s only just clinging to his slit before the spray of the shower can wash it away.
Salty, thick cum. He coats my tongue with the small drops I taste.
“Don’t you dare waste a drop. I want you to drink every last bit I give you.”
God damn it, stop talking and fuck my mouth.
I grab onto his ass and drive him further into my mouth, he hits the back of my throat and although I feel like I’m going to vomit, I hold it together. How women relax their throats, I have no idea.
Jaeger thrusts further into my mouth. The feeling is horrible because I’m gagging, yet it’s strangely erotic and a total turn-on.
He pulls out and greedily plunges back in, pulling my head further down onto his cock. Impaling me, fucking my face, using me.
Tears are spilling from the corners of my eyes with every lunge as he forcefully drives himself into my mouth.
I love it, yet I hate it. The gagging is almost too much; his cock is touching every part of my throat. My lips are stretched to their limit as my tongue tries to keep up with the huge foreign object assaulting my mouth.
“Hmmm,” I moan, totally turned on. I drop my right hand from Jaeger’s ass and snake it down to my pussy, spreading my lips to find my needy clit, ready to be touched.
With two fingers I apply hard pressure to it, rubbing it in circles, just the way I like it.
“Don’t you fuckin’ touch yourself, Nix. Make sure I get off, then I’ll look after you. I’m so close, keep fuckin’ me.”
I remove my hand as quick as I can, putting it back to Jaeger’s ass.
My tongue twirls around Jaeger’s cock, as I hungrily suck. Jaeger pushes harder into me.
This feels all sorts of wrong, but so illicitly right too.
I ravish his cock with my mouth; teasing, capturing, biting. Jaeger’s hips speed up, his long shaft thumping as he keeps pushing and burying it further into me.
“Hmmm,” I moan again.
“I’m coming,” Jaeger lets out a strangled moan, while his hips go full speed.
His cum spurts down my throat, thick and salty. I almost lose it, but manage to swallow it all down in one huge gulp.
“Sugar,” he says, smiling as he pulls out of my mouth and lifts me from my knees. “That mouth of yours is gonna be kept real busy.”
I smile at his ‘subtle’ ways, and feel my lips tingling, almost numb from his treatment of them. My knees ache from kneeling on the tiled shower floor, but I feel damn sexy knowing that I just brought Jaeger to climax with a blow job.
Jaeger turns the water off and gets out, grabs a large red towel, and holds it out for me.
“What are you doing? I can dry myself,” I say as I step into the towel.
Jaeger doesn’t say anything. Instead he goes about drying my body. Carefully, he starts with my shoulders, then down my arm. The towel is soaking up the water, absorbing it as Jaeger keeps toweling my upper body.
He gets to my breasts and when the softness of the towel touches my nipples, I almost moan aloud. As he rubs the material over my right breast, he scratches at the nipple and pinches it through the fabric.
He repeats it, harder and his head lowers and takes my left breast in his lips.
“Oh shit,” I say as I arch my chest and push my breast further in his eager, warm mouth.
Jaeger moves the towel down to my pussy and begins to rub the edge of the towel over my sensitive outer lips.
“Let it go, I’ve got you,” he says as he straightens his back and holds me in his arms.
He opens my lips and finds my sensitive, desperate clit, aching to be fondled by him…or the towel.
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nbsp; My hips begin to move back and forth as the cotton of the towel grazes me with increasing pressure.
Being depraved of an orgasm in the shower has heightened all my senses as Jaeger rubs the towel over my wanton sex.
“Do you like this?” he whispers in my ear.
I can’t answer; I can’t think. I just moan.
Heat is pounding through my veins, my heart’s hammering inside my chest and a fountain of emotions is bubbling deep inside my stomach.
“Yeah, babe. Fuck my hand. I love how you move.”
My eyes are closed, and all I’m hearing is my labored breath and Jaeger’s sexy words.
“Kiss me,” he says.
Before I have a chance to open my eyes, his mouth is on mine. His kiss is drowning me, and overtaking everything I’m holding on to.
Jaeger’s hand speeds up, his mouth consumes me, his body is grinding up against mine.
He’s everywhere, all over me, inside me, taking what he wants.
Giving me everything I need.
My emotions are just on the brink of rapture, my senses on overload as I become hypersensitive to everything close to me.
Jaeger’s subtle tobacco scent forces its way into my nose, mixing with his natural aroma.
The sexy groans coming from both of us tease my sense of hearing, making me crave him more.
Jaeger’s touch is blistering hot. My skin becomes a raging inferno as his body devours mine.
“I’m so close,” I sigh in the smallest of voices, barely loud enough to reach my own ears.
“That’s it, keep rubbing this beautiful cunt on me.” Suddenly, Jaeger lets the towel go and drops to his knees. His mouth violently attacks my sex. He doesn’t stop, frantically curling his tongue to reach inside my core.
“Ohhh!” I yell as I grind my sex onto his mouth, my release so powerful that my legs shake and I start to collapse to the floor.
Jaeger’s arms dart out and catch me before I can fall. He swoops me up into a tight embrace and walks us out to his bed.
He pulls the covers back and sits me on the edge of the mattress.
“Hang on,” he says as he ducks back into the bathroom.
He comes back with a different color towel and begins to run it through my hair, taking the moisture out of it.
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