by Mason, V. F.
Her pussy spasms around my tongue, almost swallowing it inside. I know she is close to coming.
I drag it slowly back out, licking her clit one last time before scraping my teeth over her stomach, wanting a hickey there too.
Phoenix huffs in frustration, her thumbs twisting her nipples, her skin flushing red as her breathing speeds up, while her body appears to be buzzing with need for the satisfaction I refuse to give her now. “Why are you torturing me?” she asks and then hisses when I tunnel my tongue into her belly button. Her stomach dips under me before I move up to the underside of her breasts. Rising to my feet and placing my hands on her hips, I hike her up so that her legs wrap around me and her breasts are in front of me where I suck one of them. I flick my tongue over the nipple before giving it one last bite, causing her to jerk in my arms, her hands pulling at my hair so hard I almost chuckle.
Vicious vixen.
“This is me loving you.” I shift my focus to the other breast, lavishing it with the same attention, as I blindly walk to the bed and put her on it, lying on top of her with my covered dick digging into her wetness. She moans from under me, cradling me with her hips, and arches her back, her hair splayed over the black sheets and her eyes heated with so much desire as if the world will end if I don't fuck her soon.
No.
If I don’t make love to her soon.
“Zach, please,” she says and then palms my head, our mouths meeting in a hot kiss, and I almost come right fucking there with my dick dry humping her through the fucking sweatpants as she keeps moaning into my mouth, coating me in her wetness, her legs hiking over my hip, locking me in her embrace.
I lower my mouth to her chin, nipping on it once, twice, before asking. “What do you want, baby?” I grab her thighs, pushing them apart and giving myself more space as I drag my dick up and down her slit before pressing it against her clit, and she gasps into my mouth, biting on her lip as I rock my hips back and forth, purposefully driving us both insane. “Do you want my dick inside your pussy, fucking you for hours?” I murmur in her ear, rolling my hips once again, and she hisses, her legs tightening around me, but my strong grip doesn't let her get the friction she eagerly seeks.
“Yes,” she replies, and I smile in the crook between her shoulder and neck before giving it a gentle bite and replying to her groan of distress.
“No, darling. I won’t.” I plaster my splayed palms on either side of her head, looming above her. “Let’s try again, love. What.” Thrust. “Do.” Thrust. “You.” Thrust. “Want?” Thrust. The front of my sweatpants is so fucking wet from her juices and my leaking cum it’s a fucking miracle neither of us comes.
She thrashes her head from side to side, reacting again. “For you to fuck me hard.” Her hand wraps around the bulge, stroking it up and down, my blue balls already fucking turning even bluer, if it’s possible. “I want this inside me.” Her fingers find my drawstring, ready to untie it. “If you just open it up and give it… No, no, no,” she whispers in despair when I push up from her, moving back until I’m standing again in front of the bed. When I take off my sweats, my dick springs out hard as fucking steel. She sits up, her long, dark hair all over her, her luminous eyes calling to me just like the sirens did to the fishermen, luring them with their beauty alone.
But she is not a siren.
She is a phoenix reborn from her own ashes, the golden beauty whose gorgeousness is eternal.
My Phoenix.
Phoenix
I’m burning.
The fire is spreading through my veins, burning everything in its wake, while desire sinks into every bone in my body, demanding that this man satisfy what he started.
My pussy is dripping, aching from his mouth, and wanting his hard cock inside me while I want to wrap myself all around him, never letting go, because his presence alone grounds me in the present, making me believe that as long as he is with me, everything will be all right.
He stands naked in all his handsome glory, reminding me of the Greek statues of ancient warriors with his tanned skin and muscled body. I love the weight of him on me.
Without thinking, I rise slowly, moving to him as he strokes his cock up and down, the purple head calling to me, and I place my mouth on his collarbone, scraping my teeth over it, sliding to his six-pack where I suck and bite on each square, wanting everyone to know this man is taken.
He belongs only to me, just like I belong only to him.
“What do you want, Phoenix?” he asks me again, his fingers threading in my hair and tilting my head back so I can look at him, and I know he sees a challenge in them.
I’m done telling him what I want, since he doesn't listen anyway.
I’m going to take what I want.
Focusing back on his mouthwatering body, I continue my journey, leaving wet spots all over him, until I reach his cock. I nuzzle my cheek into it and inhale his smell. He groans above me, his fingers pulling my hair harder when I lick the tip and then trace my tongue over the length until I reach the base, my hands clenching around his balls. His breathing becomes uneven as he steps toward me.
Gliding my hands to his ass, I dig my nails into it as I lean back and envelop him in my mouth, sucking him in and enjoying as he slowly goes farther and farther. “I love your hot mouth on me, baby. The sweet, hot heaven every man dreams of.” He steps back a little as he drags the tip over my lips. His gaze darkens, with possessiveness coating his every word. “My mouth. Only mine.” I nibble on the head again, moaning when the precum hits my tongue, and suck on him again, pushing him deeper into me until my gag reflex kicks in and he stills my movements, swaying back a little. “Careful, baby.” And then I jerk forward again, my lips wrapped tightly around him, giving him the heat he so wants while I’m almost dizzy from the desire crashing over me. My pussy clenches and unclenches, begging for attention, but at the same time I want to bring him as much pleasure as he gave me.
He slides out of my mouth, tugging on my hair, and he asks once again, “What do you want, love?” He rubs my probably red and puffy lips with his thumbs. “What are you begging me for with those eyes of yours?”
Removing my hands from his, I wrap one around his cock while my other palm slides down my stomach to my core, cupping it with a finger slipping inside, giving me a sense of fake relief to my desire… at least for a little while. “I want it inside me. Please, Zachary.” I whimper when the heel of my palm presses against my clit, moaning when I almost find the perfect rhythm, gliding my hand up and down. Just a few more strokes and I can have my oblivion, even if it’s going to be short-lived.
“Wrong answer, love,” he says before throwing me on my back again. I have a split second to blink in confusion before my moan fills the room when he shoulders my thighs apart, opens my core with his thumbs, and enters me with his tongue, swirling it inside me before licking me from top to bottom, sucking on my clit with his two fingers slipping inside me as he speaks over my skin. “What do you want, Phoenix?” Vibrations spiral through me, and I close my eyes, enjoying every swipe of his tongue that sends me flying high in the sky. Pleasure spreads through me in waves, buzzing with familiar excitement, and I place my foot on his shoulder, opening myself up for him. I bite my lip when his fingers go deeper and deeper, driving me insane.
Only to gasp when he bites my lips then soothes them with a few licks, and he repeats the damned question again. “What do you want, Phoenix?”
My hands grip his hair, ready to grind on him if I need to… only to almost cry in agony when his fingers leave me and he swipes his tongue back and forth before dragging it once again over my stomach to my collarbone until his hot breath is on me. Then he hovers above me, the sheets under me soaked in sweat while he looks at me expectantly.
I can barely function with this overpowering craving that needs an outlet. I can barely think clearly about what he wants, but I do understand he will deny our satisfaction until I give him the answer he desires.
I open my mouth to say “to
fuck me” again, and that’s when the bulb flashes in my mind, the answer becoming so clear in my head I’m surprised I didn't get it sooner.
Holding his stare with mine, I circle his neck, bringing him closer to me until my lips touch his ear, and I whisper to him, “Make love to me, Zach.” His fingers bruise my hips when he settles between them and slams into me, making me cry out. My scream reverberates around the room, and my nails scratch his back.
His hard cock stretches my pussy that clenches around him, awakening every nerve in my body as he pushes deeper and deeper and then moves back, only to thrust into me again, rooting inside me over and over again as my body welcomes every jerk of his hips.
The moonlight streams from the open window, the only source of light as our breathing and groans fill the space joined by the sounds of flesh slapping against flesh as he moves inside me. His mouth plants hickeys all over my neck before he finds my mouth, giving me a passionate kiss as we taste each other with our tongues. We both moan as he pushes in and out, with each stroke going farther and farther, even if there is no farther to go.
My skin is so tight against me; my lungs burn from the lack of oxygen while my body can barely stand the onslaught of emotions hitting me from every direction. Yet I wrap my limbs around him tighter, needing to feel this connection to him, and enjoy every second of this sweet torture.
I gasp, arching my neck and resting my head on the pillow as Zach laves my breast, his movements speeding up with each thrust, bringing me closer to the brink, his every action sending me into a spiral of sensations that only he evokes in me.
This man.
The man who I hate and love so much it borders on insanity, but I don't mind as long as he shares this madness with me.
My pussy clamps over him tighter and tighter until he hikes my legs over his hip higher and starts to give me faster thrusts, one after another. I feel the hot flash travel all over me before it hits me full force, sending me flying over the edge with thousands of sensations breaking goose bumps on my skin.
I cry out, my nails probably drawing blood from how hard they sink into his skin, all while he powers into me, his body tense and his cock jerking inside me so I know he is close.
I lie back breathlessly, letting him use my body for his pleasure. He speeds up his pace once again, entering me faster and faster.
In and out.
In and out.
And then he groans above me, spilling inside me, and I feel the hotness of it between my thighs, my eyes widening at the implication of it.
No condom this time.
He rests his head in the crook of my neck, grunting, “I’m clean.” Not that I doubted it really, and I hug him closer, enjoying our mutual scents floating in the air that attest to what just happened here.
In the next second, he rolls on his back, dragging me with him, our bodies still connected, and he palms my head, planting a soft kiss on my forehead that I can never mistake for anything else.
Love.
“I love you, Phoenix.”
“I love you too, Zach.”
Tonight, I’ve made a choice.
And no matter how wrong it is… never has a choice in my life seemed more right.
Chapter Twenty-Two
“Serial killers.
Two words that have such a hideous meaning.
They describe people capable of murder in any shape or form as long as it fits their sadistic desires.
Remorse, mercy, compassion… these words mean nothing to them, so they have no idea how much pain they bring.
In their heads, whatever they do is justified for the horrendous things done to them in the past.
The tricky thing?
No matter how much they kill… they can never outrun their memories and voices that whisper to them about their incompetence.
Whenever we hear about those people… we imagine someone far away, living like a hermit, hiding from the sun, and thriving in the night where no one can see them.
Sometimes though…
Serial killers are the people closest to us, those we never expect to turn their backs on us.
And in such…
They are one of the most dangerous creatures of their kind.
Because you can never predict their next move.”
Phoenix
Phoenix
Emmaline gasps, gluing her nose to the plane’s window, and taps on it, exclaiming loudly, “Phoenix, look! It’s the ocean!” A smile spreads on her lips, and she sighs in happiness. “I can’t wait to swim in it!”
I lean closer to her, since we both are sitting next to each other inside the private plane that belongs to the Kings.
Luxurious doesn’t even do it justice. The expensive, polished-oak furniture is situated so that the streaming sunlight showcases the vibrant colors in all their glory. A well-stocked mini bar is neatly tucked into a corner.
Six chairs, situated in pairs, are far enough apart to provide enough space to recline them flat to sleep during a long flight or just to lounge comfortably. The carpet-covered floor is a brilliant white, and the flight attendant’s shoes are soundless as she comes every twenty minutes to check on us and ask if we would like something to eat or drink.
There is even a separate room with a bed and a shower, and my cheeks heat up remembering Zach’s whisper in my ear earlier.
“If it weren’t for our daughter and her nanny, I would have locked us in here, where I could fuck you for hours in the air. Would you have liked that? Joining the mile-high club?”
I catch Zachary’s stare in a seat across from of us, and the small smirk flashing on his mouth lets me know he is aware of exactly where my mind went.
Nudging his leg a little with my foot, I mouth, Stop it, before addressing Emmaline. “I know, sweetie, it’s beautiful.” I lightly run my hand over her head, and she turns to me, leaning into my touch, and once again my heart flips inside me, but this time with warmth spreading through me in such strong waves I sometimes think I might combust from the depth of my emotional reaction.
It still seems unreal that this pretty, kind, and sweet baby girl is my daughter, a part of me, the best thing I’ve done in this world.
Alive and happy, flourishing under the love and attention of her loved ones.
Although the scar that Zachary has inflicted on my heart still hurts, I’ve still chosen to trust my heart that led me to him, seeking to soothe the pain inside him that is so similar to mine.
We can never forget what happened between us in the past, but we can move forward hoping for a brighter future, trying to learn to be happy again and live the life of what could have been if we’d met on the Empire State Building.
However, I don’t think either of us regrets it, because if it weren’t for that twist of fate, we would have never met amazing people with whom we built happy lives, for however short it was.
Or had Emmaline.
We are shaped in this world by what we experience; each new encounter or situation teaches us something that brings us to the next level.
Everything happened in this life as it was supposed to, or that’s what I prefer to believe, instead of rolling in self-pity, wanting back years of my life that no one will ever be able to give.
Well, everything but the unsub who decided to play God and interfered.
After we made love yesterday, we lay in bed for a long time, thinking about our next course of action and not finding any good solutions. The footage of the party didn’t show anyone suspicious entering the house, and since no cameras were near the library, it was impossible to figure out who slipped that note.
However, we both were concerned for Emmaline and how the unsub might use this truth to deliver his next blow, at the prospect of the press showing up at our doorsteps or worse, popping out in front of Emmaline’s ballet school.
I jump up from the bed, placing my hands on my hips while I lift my chin and grate through my teeth, “If you think I’ll allow you to send my daughter to some island whe
re she can stay with your college buddy, you are out of your fucking mind!” I finish the last part on a hissed scream while Zachary simply adjusts the pillow behind him, leaning on it, relaxed, with one of his legs bent.
The blanket barely covers him, and he is the picture of male beauty that so many painters want to capture, and this only bristles my annoyance, and without thinking, I pick up another pillow and throw it at him.
He easily catches it and drops it next to him so he can rest his elbow on it and finally speaks up, his freaking voice nonchalant as ever. “Our daughter.” My eyes narrow, and the protest is about to slip past my lips, but our earlier encounter doesn’t let me do it.
I came to him. I decided to give us a chance, so I have no right to throw it back in his face that he’s not her biological father.
“He is not some college buddy. Our families used to be friends… well until certain events that is. Then we lost touch for almost a decade,” he replies vaguely without elaborating on the past. “Then we went to college together, and he is one of the best men I know.”
I’m not sure if those words were supposed to reassure me or what, but they do the exact opposite. “With a serial killer on the loose, you want to send our daughter to some town I’ve never heard about and leave her there? You might as well invite him here and offer her to him on a silver platter!” Fury fills my every bone; I can’t believe this plan. Is he insane?
I just found her, and he wants to take her away from me? How can he even propose something like that?
Zachary chuckles, somehow finding my statement amusing. “Trust me, love. He is not an ordinary man. Serial killers won’t step near him. Not his level.”
My brows furrow, confusion washing over me, because I’m not sure what to think. If I didn’t know better, I’d think he is implying his friend is a dangerous criminal himself. For how else can he face a serial killer without fear?
“He will take care of her as if she were his own, and Patience will be with her.” He exhales heavily when I shake my head, too angry with him to open my mouth for fear of lashing out and unintentionally hurting him.
