Phoenix Rising Issue #3 - S. R. Watson Page 0,16
why your pussy is soaking wet for me?”
My cheeks heat as I look around to see if the others can hear him. Before I can assess further, he stands. I foolishly think it’s over, but then he drops to his knees and spreads my legs. He makes exaggerated movements with his head, pretending he’s going to go down on me without committing to the actual act. His face remains a foot away, but his inhalation is unmistakable. He just sniffed me, and now he knows. He winks, and my throb becomes more pronounced. He crawls up my body, and I try to squeeze my legs together.
He shakes a lone finger at me as he pries them back open. He rises to stand between my legs while lifting his shirt ever so slightly. He pretends to stroke himself through his jeans, and the guys make barfing noises in the background. The song is ending, and I’m desperate for the reprieve. Then I see it. The view that’s meant just for me. The tip of his dick protrudes from the top of his jeans. He was rearranging his package to give me a sneak peek.
“Okay, perv. The song is over.”
He moves the game along to Ren, but his eyes hold mine for a beat as he mouths, “I smell you.” I reach down to retrieve my Jack. I’m flustered and need something to do with my hands so I don’t pull him back on my lap. Maybe if I’m intoxicated enough, I won’t feel the guilt when I come to the thought of him tonight. This time, I’ll finish.
He dares Mitch to make out with Melissa. I’m guessing to even the score for her or to show how little she means to him. Either way, Mitch doesn’t hesitate, and neither does Melissa. She gives quite a performance at sucking his face. It’s just too bad Phoenix looks unfazed. If she was hoping to get back at him, I’d say it was an epic fail.
This whole ordeal is pretty juvenile with no point. Several sex-related questions are tossed around, but none are shocking or eye-openers. The guys seem to respect Asher enough not to delve into his sexual history, so Lily is spared. The dares are somewhat tame—no nudity or overly sexual acts. To err on the side of caution, I’ve chosen truth and then opted to take a drink instead of answering the question on the rest of my turns. It’s quite a clever concept until Jack knocks me on my ass.
I stumble away from the group, informing them that I’m going to take a piss. Sure that I’m not being followed, I walk farther down the beach and then onto a vacant property with unkempt trees and tall grass. I’m sure in the light of day, it’s an eyesore, but the abandoned property is away from the main roads. The path blurs before me as the liquor takes me further into drunkville. I manage to squat against a tree to do my business, but my attempt to drip-dry by shaking proves to be a step too far for my equilibrium.
I fall on my ass with my shorts around my ankles—not my finest moment. The ground around me swirls as I work to slide my shorts back up. Shit. I’m cutting myself off. When I get back, I’ll tell them I’m out.
I head back in what I think is the right direction until I realize I can no longer hear the music blaring. Did someone turn it off? How long have I been gone? Surely, they wouldn’t leave me. I scan the trees around me, but I’m bathed in complete darkness. I pat my jeans pocket, but my phone is back where I was sitting.
Twigs breaking in the distance give me pause. I want to alert to my location so I can be found, but what if it’s a wild animal. Okay, maybe not at the beach, but you never know. Should I run? A flashing light causes me to hold up my arms to shield my eyes.
“What the hell do you think you’re doing, wandering off like that?” It’s Phoenix, and he doesn’t sound amused.
“I said I was going to pee,” I murmur.
“Yeah, and the house Wild Silence is renting was maybe ten yards from where you were sitting.”
“Well, I didn’t fucking see it. You didn’t have to come searching for me.”
He’s on me in seconds. “Yeah, ’cause it’s not like you were lost or anything.”
I inhale his scent, picking up