Phoenix (The Colton Cousins Book 1)

by Rebecca Rennick

  “Why the hell not?” I’m no longer yelling at him, but I’m still upset with his caveman handling of my ass. Thinking he can just toss me over his shoulder and carry me out like I belong to him. Yeah, no big deal. His hand just groping my ass the whole time.

  “That club belongs to the Shaws, and I don’t want you getting mixed up with them. At least not without me there.” His words are pained for some reason. The strong line of his jaw is set as he stares out the window, eyes focused on the road. The knuckles of his hands are turning white with how tightly he’s gripping the steering wheel.

  Not knowing what to say, I just stare at him. Watching him as he drives us home. He barely looks at me the whole way. He also doesn’t say anything else. The silence is coated in a palpable tension. Something has changed with Nix, and I don’t know what.

  Pulling into the garage, I wait since I can’t open the door on my own. Nix gets out and comes around to my side, opening the door to let me out. Ignoring his pleading eyes, I turn up my nose at him and march into the house. I can hear his steps. He’s following right behind me—through the kitchen, the foyer, and up the stairs. Before he can follow me into my room, I stop and spin on my heels to face him.

  “What do you want, Nix?” I demand.

  “I need to know that you’re going to stay the fuck away from Braxton Shaw.”

  “Uh. Yes. I’m going to stay away from Braxton Shaw, okay? I heard everything you told me before. I’m not fucking stupid. I didn’t know he would be there, and I wasn’t planning on fucking him. I was, however, looking to have a fun night out with Rosie, which you so eagerly ruined. Thank you very much.” Huffing, I stare at him, waiting for the argument that I know is coming.

  “Looking to have fun, how?”

  “I don’t know. A few drinks, some dancing, maybe some flirting with hot guys. Maybe even going home with one.” I had no intention of going home with a guy, but I knew it would boil his nerves if I said it. So, I did.

  “Excuse me? I don’t think I heard you right. You were just going to go home with some guy you just met and let him fuck you?”

  “Yeah, pretty much.” Now Nix is the one fuming. From his nostrils, I‘d say hearing about me sleeping with another man seriously pisses him off. “I’m not getting it anywhere else, and it’s been way too long since I had any. So yeah, if a guy struck my fancy, I’d let him fuck the sexual frustration right out of me.”

  Wow, that did it. I broke Nix. His pupils grow to saucers, and I seriously think he’s going to put his fist through the wall.

  “So, you just need a good fucking then?” Stepping closer to me, I can feel the desire radiating from his body. His voice is sinfully deep and gravely. My already damp panties are now soaked hearing him talk about fucking.

  “Yeah. Maybe I do.” I’ve lost all my fire and can barely manage to speak.

  “And any man that strikes your fancy will do?” Stepping closer to me, he begins to close the short distance between us.

  “Yeah, I guess.”

  “Do I strike your fancy?” One more step closer.

  His question practically knocks me on my ass. Is he asking what I think he’s asking?

  “Sometimes,” I admit. Another step, putting us within touching distance.

  “How about right now?” Leaning in, he runs the tip of his nose along my jawline to my ear. Brushing the hair back off my shoulder, his fingers linger along my collar bone.

  “Um,” My brain is malfunctioning. I can’t speak. His fresh manly scent is overpowering me, and all I can do is stutter my answer. “Y-Yes.”

  Upon hearing my confession, his lips sink onto my neck and suck softly. Holy Jesus. His touch sends tingles through my entire body, and I gasp. My head lulls back on its own, exposing more of my neck for him. He takes immediate advantage of it, sliding his tongue along my pulse, making me moan. Forcing me to grab onto the waist of his pants to hold myself upright.

  “Jesus fucking Christ, Clover.” His horse whisper comes out choked. Those large curious hands of his roam my body. Cupping my ass under my skirt and digging into my hair, twisting and tangling it in his fingers so he can pull on it. I like it. He’s demanding and needy. Unable to stop himself from seeking more. The hard erection in his pants presses against my stomach, and I want to feel more of it.

  “Nix,” I pant out. He stills.

  “If you don’t want this, Clover, tell me now. ‘Cause once I start, I won’t fucking stop.” His pained confession stirs through my heart. He’s as desperate for this as I am. But he won’t go any farther if I stop him. He doesn’t want to force me unless I want it. I absolutely fucking want it, but should I take it? My heart and body scream yes, but my head has reservations. Then he speaks again, his lips brushing against my lips. I can almost taste him.

  “Please, Clover. Let me take care of you. Let me pound you until you come. Let me fill you with my cock and sate both our needs.” He presses that concrete telephone pole he calls a cock into me for emphasis, and I grind against him. His intense eyes lock on mine, melting my fears and reservations—I give in. Give in to my need for him. Give into my arousal and to the pleasure I know he will give me.

  “Yes. Please, make me come,” I practically pant into his mouth. That’s it. That’s all he needs before he seals his lips to mine. Hungry, demanding, and something else I can’t figure out.

  The taste of his tongue in my mouth is delicious, and I want to taste other parts of him, every part of him. Lifting me, I wrap my legs around his waist and can feel the bulge in his pants press against my core. Both his hands dig into my ass as he carries me to his room, kicking the door open then shut with his heel. Not bothering with the light, as there’s plenty of moonlight streaming in through the windows leading out to his balcony. The tips of his fingers slide under the lace of my panties, getting a full grip on my backside. He moans in my mouth. He really does have an obsession with my ass.

  Never removing his mouth from mine, he carries me deeper into his room. Instead of heading to the bed like I thought he would, he stops at the large dresser. Setting me down on top, his hands slide around to my thighs, spreading them wider, digging his fingers into my hot flesh. Pressing his impressive erection against my wet pussy, he pulls me to the edge, perfectly situated against him.

  “Touch me, Nix,” I moan. I can’t help myself. I want him to touch all of me. He obliges, sliding the straps of my dress off my shoulders, exposing my breasts. Nix licks his lips. I want him to suck on my nipple, but he doesn’t, not yet. First, he teases me, running his thumb over my pert pink mounds. I can’t help the moan when he does, his touch is like a drug I’m already addicted to, and I want more. My hands move of their own accord, sliding up his chest, feeling the hard ridges of his muscles and circling his shoulders.

  “Fuck, you’re beautiful. I’m going to taste every inch of your skin. I want to taste these perky pink nipples, then that sweet pussy of yours. I bet you’re already wet for me. Are you wet for me, sweet cheeks?” He whispers in my ear, sending chills down my spine. He doesn’t wait for my answer. Instead finding out for himself by sliding one hand between us and cupping my wetness. Causing my nails to dig into him as I hold on while stars blur my vision.

  “Jesus, sweet cheeks, you’re soaked.”

  “I can’t help it. It happens almost every time I see you,” I admit. He likes hearing it and moans as he rubs his fingers gently along my panties, up my slick folds, stopping at my clit and pressing down. A quake reverberates through my body at his touch. Grabbing onto his shoulders, I clench my legs around his waist.

  “I haven’t been able to stop thinking about sliding inside you since the first night I saw you,” He admits hoarsely. My voice almost breaks on my words.

  “Me either.”

  Chapter 28

  Phoenix

  J esus fucking Christ, Clover is so goddamn wet and ready for me. It takes all my willpower not to rip those panties right off her and just ram my cock inside slick heat. I need to enjoy her an
d take my time doing everything I’ve fantasized about over the past weeks. Who knows what’s going to happen after we cross this line. I can only hope she doesn’t regret it and hate me in the morning.

  Clover’s moans of pleasure have my dick straining to break free from my slacks. I had no idea she would be in the club tonight, but when I saw her, I couldn’t help myself. She looked so fucking beautiful and tempting in that green dress that revealed so much of her skin. My cock actually tried to jump out of my pants, run across the room, and dive right in between those juicy ripe mangoes she put on display for me. Not only does my dick want her, but so does my heart. My anger almost shot through the roof when I realized she was there looking all kinds of sexy, and Braxton was sitting in the VIP section right behind me. I just acted on impulse, carrying her out of the club.

  My plan wasn’t to bring her home and fuck her, but goddammit, if she wanted it, I would give it to her—give it to her good. My defenses have been worn down, and my resolve is fucking nonexistent at this point. Both Magnus and Arrow have told me to go for it and give in to my feelings for her. Now that’s all I can do. After feeling her hot wetness for me, I can’t stop myself, even if I wanted to. So, when she tells me to touch her, I happily oblige. Now, she sits propped on my dresser, those perky tits exposed to me, and I want to suck on them like they’re the fruit of the gods. Especially when I notice for the first time a small silver bar through her right nipple.

  How the fuck had I never noticed that before?

  Leaning down, I take her pierced taut nipple in my mouth, sucking and licking, eliciting more moans of pleasure from her. That beautiful red hair of hers falling down around her silky white breasts as I bite down gently and tug. She squeaks, but it’s not in pain because her hands are tangled in my hair, pulling it and holding me to her.

  Fuck, I need to be inside her soon. My cock can’t handle much more teasing, it’s been weeks of foreplay, and I’m about to explode in my pants. Letting her nipple pop out of my mouth, I seek out hers again. The taste of her tongue makes me dizzy as I hook my fingers around the sides of her lace panties, pulling them off. Leaning back, I have to take a closer look at them. She’s never worn lace before, and I simply have to know. Holding them up for inspection between us. They’re black, tiny, and see-through. Fuck me, my cock thumps approvingly.

  “These are new.”

  “Mmhmm.” Is all she manages while running her hands along my abs and chest, her finger circling my pierced nipple through my plain black tee. Her touch feels like a bolt of electricity frying all my circuit ends. My nipples harden as she plays with them before forcing her mouth back to mine. Disposing of the black lacy things on the floor. Fuck, I like this forceful neediness. Her level of horniness matches my own.

  Her hands fly to the hem of my shirt, ripping it off over my head, breaking our kiss, and I take the opportunity to return to her perfect tits. This time to the other breast, making sure it gets just as much attention as the first. Sucking and nipping at her perfect nipple. While I’m enjoying the taste of her, I can feel her hands at my belt, unbuckling it and then the zipper of my pants.

  “Do you want me to fuck you right here on my dresser?” I ask into her lips.

  “Yes,” She responds without hesitation. “I want to feel your cock inside me, Phoenix.” Shit, she’s even got a dirty mouth in the bedroom. I like it. I like the way she calls me Phoenix. Most girls just moan and say, “Oh god,” “Yes,” over and over. This is way fucking hotter. I need to keep it going.

  “You want to feel my thick cock inside your tight pussy?”

  “Yes, now. I dream about your cock. It’s thickness inside me.” She moans. Her hands have made it inside my pants, and I hiss when I feel her soft hand wrap around my stiff cock.

  “Fuck, Clover,” I growl into her hair as she pumps my engorged dick a few times, spreading my precum around the tip. Yanking my pants down my hips and letting them drop to the floor, my dick springs free with Clover’s petite hand still wrapped around it, and it is a beautiful sight to see.

  Clover’s eyes dilate as she takes in all of me for the first time. My body heats as she continues to stare at my cock in her hand. Then she licks her lips while biting down on her bottom lip, and my dick responds by doing his happy dance in her palm. I would love to feel her dirty mouth around my dick, but right now, all I want is to be inside her. I want to feel her come undone around me and watch that beautiful face as she gives herself to me.

  Hiking up her skirt, I get my first view of her sweet pussy, and it is sexy as fuck. A small strip of red hair leads right to her clit, and I just want to bury my face in her. So, I do. Kneeling down, I get to eye level with her hot center and lick with the tip of my tongue from her opening up to that sweet bundle of nerves and circle it a few times.

  Clover sucks in breath after breath and lets out sweet little sounds that just push me farther. Her hands in my hair are a clear sign she very much wants me to taste her as much as I want to. Unable to wait another second, I cover her pussy with my mouth and lap at her juices. She tastes so fucking good, and I have to fist my dick to stop the throbbing.

  “Nix,” She breathes out as I slip my tongue inside her and pump it in and out. “Shit, yes, Nix. Right there. Don’t stop.”

  Every time she says my name, I have to squeeze my shaft. It sounds so fucking good coming from her lips. I keep sucking, licking, and fucking her pussy with my mouth. She starts to roll her hips into me, trying to fuck my face. Jesus, I want her to sit on my face now. I wonder if she’ll be interested in a mutual face fucking? Some other night. Right now, I need to fuck her—I can’t wait anymore. I can tell she’s getting close, and I don’t want her to come yet.

  When I pull my mouth away from her hot center, I hear her whimper softly. I kiss her inner thigh, biting down gently.

  “Don’t worry, sweet cheeks. If you let me, I’ll gladly put my head between your thighs every night.” When I look up at her and stand again, her face is flush, and her eyes have grown dark. With her thumb, she wipes the edge of my bottom lip, rubbing off her essence still lingering there. Then she licks my lips and sucks on it, moaning.

  “I need to be inside you, Clover. I can’t wait any longer.”

  “Then slide that glorious cock inside me already.”

  Reaching inside the drawer to my right, I pull out a condom and rip it open with my teeth. Before I can slide it on, she takes it from my hands and proceeds to roll it on my dick, holding it at the tip and sliding her hand down my shaft, covering my girth with it. It’s sexy as sin watching her do it. I may have to let her put the condom on next time, too, because there will be a next time. Clover isn’t going to be a onetime thing. I’m going to need her way more than just once.

  Once she has it on, I line myself up with her, bringing my lips close to hers again.

  “You ready for me, sweet cheeks? You’re pretty tiny, and I am not,” She nods, biting her lip, keeping her eyes locked on mine. “Let me know if I hurt you.”

  “You won’t,” She whispers against my mouth. She says that, but with our difference in size, I can’t trust that I won’t hurt her. So, I take it painfully slow entering her. Sliding in the tip first and slowly pumping into her inch by inch, letting her stretch to accommodate me. She does, and it feels fucking magical as I rock myself deep inside her. She feels so goddamn good, way better than I ever imagined. Weeks of fantasizing about how she would feel did not do it justice.

  I keep my pace slow and steady at first. But my need and hunger grow as I watch the lust and pleasure in Clover’s eyes. I pick up my pace, pumping in and out of her faster with every stroke. Holding on tight around my shoulders, Clover hooks her heels around my waist, bringing me deeper inside her, grinding against my hips.

  “Fuck, Clover. You’re so damn tight. I don’t think I’m gonna last much longer if you keep that up.”

  Her head lulls back, and her mouth opens on a loud moan. Only making me thrust harder and faster. The dresser beneath us bangs
hard against the wall with each rock of our joined hips. I can see her orgasm building as she rides me. Matching my thrust with her own.

  “Look at me, Clover. I want to watch you come.”

  “Yes, yes, yes.” Leaning up and staring me right in my eyes, she lets out another loud moan, and I can see her teetering on the edge. I flex my abs, trying to hold my own orgasm at bay. I need to see her come. I need to feel it first. Her lips brush against mine, not really in a kiss, just in a taste.

  “Nix, fuck me harder, I’m going to…”

  “Come for me, Clover.” I thrust deep, my pelvis grinding into her clit. With one last thrust, she grabs onto the back of my neck, holding on as her orgasm rips through her—a loud scream of pleasure coming from her open mouth.

  “Fuck, Phoenix,” She says as her orgasm continues to spasm around my cock, clenching down on it, and I give in to my own need. Embedding myself balls deep in her, releasing myself inside the condom.

  “Clover. Fuck,” I groan into her neck and hair as I let her sweet pussy milk every drop of cum from me.

  For a whole thirty seconds, we are frozen together, breathing heavily. Me still inside her—my forehead resting in the crook of her neck. She still holds on tight to my shoulders, as if releasing me would cause her to fall. I would never let her fall. Leaning back slightly, I touch my forehead to hers, my eyes closed as our hot breath mingles together. After another thirty seconds of calm breathing, my vision is finally straight enough to do anything.

  Wrapping my arms around her waist, I pick her up off the dresser, which is a little worse for wear now with things being knocked off the top and onto the floor. I don’t remove my dick from her yet as I carry her to the bed. Pulling out of her only when I reach the bed, I set her down on her feet. She keeps her eyes trained on me the entire time, probably wondering what to do next.

  “We’re not done yet, sweet cheeks,” I say as I unzip her dress and remove it, letting it fall to the floor around her ankles. Seeing her completely naked before me is a sight I want to engrave into my memory forever. She’s gorgeous, and I see her matching tattoo brushing right up against the curve of her breast. It does match her arm piece as I thought, and it too lacks any color. At the center of her sternum is what looks like a lotus blossom followed by filigree-looking vines and smaller flowers of multiple breeds. The only insect is one small butterfly sitting on one of the lotus petals.