by E. K. Blair
God that was hot.
He paused, breathing heavily into my neck. “You needed taking care of. Not my cock buried deep inside you.” He groaned.
“You are taking care of me.” I squeezed the muscles of my sex, and held him tight.
“Christ.”
“Move. Fast.”
He lifted his head out of my neck and met my gaze before sealing his lips to mine. I opened my mouth and gave him access, our tongues slipping and sliding against the other as he started to rock his hips. I could feel every inch of him; long, thick and pierced.
He moved me further up the door and locked his mouth to my nipples, lavishing some attention on them. I felt my orgasm approach as he sucked my nipple into his mouth; it burst forth and went on and on, while I couldn’t stop grinding against him, with my sex contracting along his cock. He shuddered then I felt his cum splash against my walls while we both moaned into each other’s mouths, his being sealed to mine again.
“Are you all right?”
“I love you. Did you mean what you said in the river?” I asked.
His eyes lit up. “If you hadn’t ravished me at the door, I’d have been able to get a ring on your finger.”
“You already have a ring?”
He moved his hands to my ass, and grabbing hold, kept me attached to him while he walked to sit on the edge of the bed.
Phoenix smoothed my hair away from my face in a light caress. “I love you. I want to spend the rest of my life with you. Will you marry me?”
“Yes.” I burst into tears. “I love you, so much.”
“Thank God,” he said, collapsing back on the bed.
I could feel his cock on the rise again inside me so I wiggled around on top of him.
He put his hands on my hips. “Stop,” he groaned, “we need to shower.”
“After. I want you to fuck me from behind.”
I took advantage of his shock and climbed off the top of him, then crawled into the middle of the bed on all fours.
He watched me from beneath hooded eyes while I shook my butt at him.
When he realized what I wanted him to do, he turned on to his stomach and knelt up on the bed. I could now see his magnificent cock standing to attention. He stroked himself, back and forth, back and forth. He leaked at the tip while I licked my lips.
He had me so turned on, I honestly felt like I was about to explode.
Phoenix then moved in closer and still holding his cock in his hand, rubbed the tip over my clit and the entrance to my sex.
My thighs quivered, as he slowly entered me; every succulent inch at a time. When he was balls deep inside me, he wrapped himself over me, with his hands moving around to cradle my breasts.
I couldn’t control the little spasms going on inside me, and started grinding my pussy against his balls. Then Phoenix started to move, slowly in and out of me, every time he went deep, his balls hit my clit. The friction was delicious and I desperately needed more.
He took hold of my hips to keep me steady and really started pistoning his cock, in and out of me. He moved one hand to my clit and rubbed. I buried my face in the quilt to muffle my scream as my orgasm ripped through me. I was on fire. My whole body convulsed.
Phoenix roared in release, as his cum filled me. It went on and on until he collapsed on top of me, pushing my whole body into the quilt. He pulled out of me and rolled on to his back while I just lay in a limp lump next to him.
“You’re going to kill me.”
“Well, at least I’m warm.”
He started to laugh, pulling me into his arms.
“I know I really hurt you before, Thalia. You have no idea how sorry I am that I went off like I did without telling you what had been said and talking to you about it. I’ll spend the rest of my life apologizing if you want me to...just promise me, you won’t ever leave me again. No matter how much of a dick I am.”
I kissed his chest. “I love you too much to be away from you so I can promise that...can we do that again in a minute?”
Without a word he climbed from the bed and walked over to the door, flicked the lock to my horror. He grinned and walked into his room, locked his door and retrieved his jacket from the floor.
We made love, twice, with the door unlocked.
Phoenix retrieved something from his jacket pocket and walked back over to me with a growing cock. He knelt to the side of the bed as I sat up to face him. He took hold of my left hand and slid the ring onto my finger. “This was my grandmother’s. I hope you like it,” he said, nervously.
“I love it.” I pulled him onto the bed and lay snuggled in his arms; the place that I never wanted to leave.
Epilogue - September
Phoenix
Before summer break when I returned home I never expected to fall for the sexiest girl I’d ever seen, and I meant fall hard. Thalia meant the world to me, and I seriously didn’t know what I’d do without her.
After what happened to her on my brother’s wedding day, and the night we’d spent locked in our rooms, we’d joined everyone for breakfast, which made me smile in remembrance. Thalia had blushed a lovely shade of red and come close to matching the red t-shirt she’d been wearing. My mom had looked at us for a few minutes, noticed my grandmother’s ring on Thalia’s finger and went crazy, running around the kitchen hugging and talking weddings.
I’d had to step in and inform my folks that the wedding wouldn’t be happening until the following summer, after we’d both graduated college, but we would be living together between our two colleges.
A couple of weeks into our engagement Thalia had spoken, unbeknown to me, to my folks about Deception, which until then had still been a sore point with them. So, one Saturday night when I’d been on stage singing a slower song, I’d looked out into the crowd for my girl and spotted her standing with my mom and Mia, while Dad had been drinking a beer with Liam.
Afterwards they’d admitted they hadn’t realized just how good we were, and apologized for all the grief they’d caused over the years about me wanting to be a ‘rock star’.
Thalia, Callie, and me had moved in to our new apartment about a week ago, which was equal distance between our two colleges. We, of course, had the larger of the two rooms, with a huge king-sized bed taking up center stage.
Turning on my side, Thalia was facing me with little purring noises coming from between her lips. I pushed the quilt from us and looked at her naked form. I gently pushed her onto her back, removing my numb arm from underneath her head, where she’d been snuggled against me. She was beautiful, with her long tanned legs, dragon tattoo on her hip, bare pussy, which had me swallowing and hard as I moved up to her belly button with the strawberry tattoo, but my eyes had a will of their own and kept moving back to her pussy. I sucked air into my lungs and moved up to her perky breasts, which were already drawn into tight beads of arousal. I licked my lips again wanting to taste her so badly.
“I want your mouth on me.”
Our eyes clashed. “I thought you were still asleep.”
She smiled putting her arms over her head and stretching like a feline.
My cock was hard as hell after my perusal of her delectable body, so without further ado, I leaned in and took one breast into my mouth, and felt her shudder against me. I caressed down her torso with my hand and kept rubbing her mound.
She pulled my head away and brought me up to meet her eyes.
“You have me so wet; I want your cock inside me, now.”
Not one for being told twice, I rolled on top of her and entered her in one, hard thrust. She moaned and arched under me, tightening around my cock, which brought me out in a sweat as I gritted my teeth to hold my orgasm back. She always had me so fucking excited and wanting to go off the minute I entered her warm, wet cunt, which felt like a tight glove.
She moved her legs, draping them over my thighs as I started to move, real slow.
Looking into her eyes, all the love she had for me was there, shining bright. I lea
ned down and joined our lips, bringing us chest to chest. I wrapped her up in my arms trying to keep my hip movements slow when every instinct was telling me to pound into her.
Breathing heavily, I kept her wrapped in my arms while I continued the slow rocking motion with my hips. I was determined this wasn’t going to be a quick fuck, which happened more often than not since we were always so desperate to get me inside her.
Thalia started making little keening noises at the back of her throat, as she tried to up the tempo, but I was having none of it, pushing my hips further into hers to hold her pinned beneath me. Then she stretched, arching her back, her cunt clamped down on me; so fucking tight. I couldn’t hold back any longer as she pulled my orgasm out of me, while she convulsed around my cock, milking the last drop of cum out of me.
Both spent, we relaxed into each other’s arms.
“I love you, Thalia.”
Thalia
“I love you too, Phoenix.”
I don’t ever remember being as content as I always am lying in Phoenix’s arms.
I loved him so much, and found I couldn’t get enough of him. Wherever I was, whatever I was doing, he was always on my mind.
Since Liam and Mia’s wedding we’d been inseparable, which Callie had announced made her sick.
As far as I was concerned Phoenix was my cowboy. I mean the way his jeans clung to his ass and thighs, made me drool, which was point one on my cowboy checklist. Point two, handsome. Point three, sexy voice, which had me wet just listening to him. The most important point of all, he had to be sexy on the inside, and a good listener. Well, we’d been working on the listener point and it was going pretty well so far.
Callie shared the apartment with us, which I was glad about, because we’d been friends for three years and I would have felt like I’d abandoned her otherwise. Callie had flown back to Texas the day after Liam and Mia’s wedding, and hadn’t really been herself since then. Personally, I thought she was missing Reece, because I knew my friend and she never acted with anyone like she had with Reece. He’d taken her by storm. They’d not exactly parted on the best of terms, with Reece abandoning her in the middle of sex to run to Dahlia, which had killed something inside my once bubbly friend.
After spending a week at my home with my parents, so they could meet my fiancé, which had gone a lot better than I’d expected, Phoenix and me had met back up with Callie at College. We’d been cramped as hell at first with Phoenix sharing my room, until we’d found the apartment we’d moved into a week ago.
“Thalia, you still awake?” Phoenix asked me, brushing the hair away from my face with his fingers.
“I am.” I met his gaze, leaning in to kiss his lips, then the cleft in his chin, then his neck just under his ear. Smiling, I nibbled his lobe, which I’d discovered could give him an instant erection.
He groaned, reaching for, and finding, one of my erect nipples. I wiggled out of his grasp, because I wanted to do something just for him.
Sliding down his delicious body, I licked his nipples before sucking them into my mouth, watching, out of the corner of my eye, his cock harden even more, the silver begging for my mouth.
Licking down his hairless chest, over his abs, I ended up on my knees between his thighs, with an amazing view of his cock, which was long, thick and weeping. My gaze moved lower.
I met Phoenix’s gaze then bent my head to the root of him, sucking his balls into my mouth, massaging and sucking while he bucked up on the bed. His huge cock twitched with my ministrations, wanting some attention, which it would get real soon.
His breathing was harsh, as I continued to give his balls my tongue. I looked up, my mouth dropped open. He was fisting his cock while watching what I was doing.
“Oh my God, that’s so hot,” I groaned, “but I want to do that,” I growled, knocking his hand away. Before he could catch his breath I sucked the length of him as far as he could go into my mouth. He nearly knocked me off the bed.
“Not. Going. To last,” he said between groans.
I gripped the root of him with one hand, resting with my arms on his thighs, and started to lick around the head of his cock. It was huge in circumference, but it was the silver on the tip, which always had me wet and aching the minute I caught sight of him, that I was focusing on. I flicked the silver with my tongue, once, twice, and then did a powerful suck to the tip. He roared as his release filled my mouth, while he thrashed around on the bed.
“Fucking hell. I’ve died and gone to heaven,” he said, pulling me up to him, giving me the sweetest kiss. “Give me five minutes,” he laughed, “maybe ten, then I’ll return the favor.”
I cuddled into him. “No you won’t. That was all about you. You can return the favor another time, but not now, otherwise you’ll ruin the pleasure it gave me to do that to you.”
He stayed silent, so I looked up into his face and saw the dampness around his eyes. I moved closer and kissed each tear filled eye. “I love you, always,” I whispered.
Phoenix cleared his throat, took my face into his hands, and told me, “I never knew what it was like to have someone of my own, who made me feel loved, or to love someone as much as I love you. Thank you for letting Liam bring you into our lives, into mine.”
Then he kissed me.
The End
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Always You
By Missy Johnson
Copyright © 2013 Missy Johnson
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ISBN 978-0-9875343-8-5
First Printing: November 2013
BJJ Publishing
Other books by Missy Johnson
Seduce (Beautiful Rose #0.5)
Beautiful Rose (#1)
Tease
So Many Reasons Why
Incredible Beauty
Inseparable
Desire
Coming soon:
Promiscuous
Provoke
Captivating (Beautiful Rose #2)
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Dedication
To my wonderful family
Prologue
Eleven years earlier . . .
“What are they talking about?” she asked, screwing up her nose.
I shrugged. "The same thing they always talk about," I said. "That I'm gonna g
et sick someday."
She scratched her head and her brow furrowed. "Well . . . " She paused. "We're all gonna get sick someday, right? So why do we need to worry about it now?"
I looked at the little girl. She couldn't have been more than seven years old with her long dark hair and sparkling green eyes. She was a child, but she had just spoken to me like no other person had.
“You wanna see my cubby house?” she asked suddenly. I nodded. She raced outside, me right behind her. We ran down the far end of the property, behind the garage, past rows and rows of homegrown vegetables. Eventually, a tiny shack came into view. We slowed to a walk as we approached the door.
Inside, everything was pink: the walls, the thick shaggy carpet—even the two small armchairs that sat in the middle of the room were a sickly bright pink. She stood smiling proudly, waiting for my reaction.
“It’s very . . . pink,” I commented awkwardly.
“I like pink,” she said defensively, grabbing a doll and sitting in one of the armchairs.
I sniggered and sat down in the other. I was too tall for it, but I squished myself into it anyway.
“So, what’s wrong with you?” she asked.
“I might have the disease my father has,” I replied quietly.
She looked surprised. “So you don’t even know if you’re sick?”
I shook my head.
“Then why are you worrying about something that might not happen?”
I shrugged. I didn’t have an answer for her. I worried because my parents did. I worried because I saw how much my father struggled. I worried because every day he was one day closer to death, and living the life I might be destined to live.
“It’s hard to explain.”
What I meant was it was hard to explain to a seven-year-old, who couldn’t grasp the concept of life and death. At twelve, I’d lost my childhood. My life had revolved around this disease that may or may not one day consume me. The disease that was slowly killing my dad.