Phoenix Rising Issue #3 - S. R. Watson Page 0,7

are no signs of a struggle. After I eat half of my sandwich, the door finally flings open, and Phoenix climbs into the bunk above mine. He’s changed into gray sweatpants and an old band tee. Sevyn heads straight back to the sofa where he was lying before. They’re both going to bed without another word to anyone. What does this mean? Well, at least they didn’t kill each other.

I trash the rest of my sandwich—my appetite gone. I grab a change of night clothes to take a shower. Maybe if I take long enough, Phoenix will be asleep by the time I get to my bunk. He looks at me for the first time as I pass him, only to roll over and turn his back to me. So the silent treatment is how we’re going to play it? So be it. I’ll see his silent treatment and raise it with a fuck off. So childish, ugh!

Once I’m in the shower, all my bravado evaporates. Instead, I let my mind slip back to a better time. I envision his godly physique and how it felt for him to possess me for the very first time. His vulgar promise to worship my pussy and fulfill all the fantasies I didn’t know I had are the opening act to my escape.

We’re chest to chest, and the heat from his contact scorches me. He gives me a wicked smile before bringing his lips to mine. This kiss is so soft. Our tongues slowly meet in a sensual dance that builds the ache between my thighs. He parts my legs with one of his jeans-clad muscular thighs, and I desperately rub myself against him for the friction. He deepens the kiss while grinding against me. I swear I could come from his kiss and dry humping alone. He nips at my lips and immediately licks away the pain. My body trembles now for a different reason than nerves.

“Hmmm. Patience, baby.”

Placing gentle kisses along my neck, he trails down to my breasts. He gives them each attention with just the right amount of licking and nibbling. So I see he is a nibbler, and it is sexy as fuck. He continues south, and I know where he’s heading next. I brace myself as he takes that first lick across my clit.

“Fucccccck,” I moan. My thighs tighten around his head of their own accord, but he isn’t having it.

“Let me in.” He pushes my legs apart while simultaneously sucking on my nub.

He sucks, then nibbles in a frenzy so enthralling, I feel a sensation of release on the precipice. I grab his hair as I ride the fuck out of his face with wild abandonment. Phoenix is right there with me. He pushes his tongue deep and works me toward that orgasm my body so desperately needs. I squirt so hard my whole body shakes. Phoenix looks up at me, so proud of himself. In one quick instant, he rids himself of his jeans. Damn, he goes commando.

He takes the condom he pulled from his pocket and slowly rolls it over his hard cock. He is giving me a show. And oh, what a beautiful cock it is—pink perfection. The length and girth are intimidating, but I will take every inch. I watch his hand as he strokes it a few times.

“I want your lips around my dick, but right now, I can’t wait for a second longer to be inside you,” he admits.

My legs open in invitation, and he doesn’t hesitate to accept. He positions himself at my entrance and teases me with a few strokes of just the head.

“Stop teasing me,” I plead.

“So greedy.” He winks.

I’m about to object, but then he slams into me, and the words are lost on my tongue. He stills briefly, allowing me to savor his fullness. He stretches me to capacity, and it feels amazing. He eases back and slams into me again. I whimper at the heavenly assault and claw at his back, desperate for him to go deeper. He pounds into me a few more times before alternating his thrusts with a slower grind.

“Are you okay in there?” Lily asks on the other side of the locked door, bringing me back to the here and now. My middle finger pauses on my clit. I was so close to orgasming; my whimpers must have gotten away from me.

“I’m fine. I’ll be out in a minute.”

“Okay. Try not to use all the hot water.”

I don’t answer. I’m