Phoenyx Rising: A Possessive Cowboy Romance

by Joanna Blake

  "Well, aren't you a sight for sore eyes."

  She crossed her arms and scowled at me. She looked tee'd off. Pissed, but still way too pretty for this world. The girl was poetry in motion.

  "You said you didn't like the way I looked! You called me a hussy!"

  My jaw dropped. What the hell was she talking about now?

  "Hell, no! I did not."

  "You did! You said I'd have to wait!"

  I braced my arm against the door, realizing she had yet to invite me in. I put my boot in the doorframe, just in case she tried to slam the door in my face. I smiled, real friendly like.

  "I just meant we'd both have to wait for the grand finale."

  She tossed her head and stared over my shoulder, refusing to look at me. I sighed. I was going to have to do some wheedlin, looked like.

  "I was angry about the straps. And I was jealous."

  She made a scoffing sound. But she didn't slam the door. Not yet anyway. The look she gave me was a little more curious. Maybe even hopeful.

  "Jealous? Of Luke?"

  "I never had to watch you flirt with anybody before. I didn't like it."

  "Well, I guess I decided I didn't want to be the only twenty-two year old virgin in Texas!"

  Right after she dropped that bomb she tried to slam the door. I caught it. Then I stepped inside.

  Her cheeks were bright red as I shut the door behind me. Then I locked it.

  "What do you think you are doing?

  I stared at her, breathing hard. Her confession had rocked me to my core. The perfect, fiery beauty in front of me had never been touched. That was a damned shame.A crime really. And I was just the man to take care of it.

  "Getting us some much needed privacy."

  "Why?"

  "You're really a virgin?"

  She frowned and looked away. Like she was embarrassed. Like she was ashamed.

  “Answer me, Phee.”

  She nodded and my heart sang. This gorgeous, precocious, willful woman had never been touched. Not by any man.

  Not until me.

  I hung my hat on a row of hooks by the door. I knew I was in for the best damned night of my life. The hardest one, too. Because I was going to have to go nice and easy with my girl. And she was mine. By the time the sun crept over the horizon, it would be plain to both of us.

  "Well, I think it's time we remedied that situation."

  Chapter Fourteen

  Phoenyx

  I took a step back as Clint yanked his boots off, leaving them under the bench by the front door. He kept coming towards me as he started unbuttoning his shirt with one hand.

  The man was taking his clothes off and he'd barely set foot in my house!

  "Here honey, hold this."

  "What is it?"

  I took the basket from him, watching him loosen his belt buckle. My mouth was dry as I tried to comprehend what he was doing. I felt inexplicably keyed up and jumpy.

  "It's dinner. For after."

  "After?"

  He reached out and grabbed me, yanking me against his body. He was already hard down there. Heck, the man was hard everywhere.

  "What are you doing?" I breathed, even though I had a pretty good idea what he was up to. It was impossible to ignore the sparks jumping between us.

  "I'm taking what I've been after since the moment I laid eyes on you."

  I blinked, utterly confused by his sudden change of heart. I pouted a little, not wanting him to let me go, but not sure I should give in too quick either. He took the basket from my limp fingertips and set it on the ground.

  "I thought you didn't like the way I looked."

  He laughed harshly and shook his head.

  “You really believe that?”

  “You said it.”

  “You really don’t know how beautiful you are?”

  My mouth opened and I stared at him. I knew I was cute. More than that, maybe. But I didn’t spend a lot of time thinking about it either.

  “So you do like the way I look?” I asked breathlessly.

  "Honey, I like it too damn much."

  His mouth crashed down on mine. After a stunned moment, I kissed him back just as eagerly. Our tongues tangled as he pushed me up against the wall with a thud. He lifted one thigh and pressed himself against me, rhythmically circling his hips.

  I heard a soft moan and realized it was coming from me. I was done fighting. Done worrying about what he thought and misreading all his signals. I wanted his hands on me. His mouth too.

  Most of all I wanted his clothes off, right now.

  It was pretty clear he wanted mine off too.

  He grunted as he untied my robe belt and opened it. I heard him whisper 'lord have mercy' as he stared down at my lace nightie. It was slightly see through, I realized with a blush.

  I didn't close my eyes as he slowly pushed the strap off one shoulder so he could get at my breast. The man was being so careful and gentle, yet firm and insistent. He squeezed one in one hand, and held the other up to his lips, devouring me like a starving man.

  He was talking to me, telling me how beautiful I was. How desirable. I felt his fingertips on my thighs, pushing my nightie up while he knelt in front of me.

  He groaned when he saw the matching panties.

  Those were really see through.

  "Lord Phee, you are surely going to kill me…"

  And then he kissed me. Right there. Right through my panties.

  The heat of his lips… the feel of him… it was too much. I whimpered at the sensations coursing through my body. My hands found his shoulders and held on for dear life.

  I gasped as he tugged my panties down my thighs, grasping his wrists in a panic.

  "Oh honey, please let me see you. I want to taste you so bad…"

  "Taste me?"

  My voice was a high squeak. I had never done anything like this before. He wasn’t being coy. He wasn’t teasing me. He was asking if he could kiss me. There. He stared up at me, his face hard and intense looking. Clint was on his knees in front of me, literally begging me. He wasn't arrogant now. He was just hungry.

  Hungry for me.

  "Hmmm… I want you so bad, babygirl…"

  I nervously nodded yes and he smiled, slowly pulling my panties down to my ankles. He lifted one foot and then the other, tossing the panties away. He stared at me, between my legs, his rough fingers lightly brushing over my sensitive flesh.

  I shivered in ecstasy.

  He lifted one of my legs and rested it over his big, muscular shoulder. I was open for him. Totally exposed. I felt his breath fan my bare pussy. Then he leaned in and licked me, bottom to top. My whole body jolted from the feel of it.

  Oh… now I understand what he’s been after… he wants to melt me into a puddle of goo…

  But Clint was just getting started. Again and again he tasted me, telling me how sweet I was, how perfect, how he could eat me for every meal.

  He looked up at me, his finger circling over my clit.

  "Breakfast, lunch and dinner."

  His eyes went back between my legs.

  "And snacks. Lots of snacks…"

  Then his tongue was pushing inside me, between my lips. Up and in and – oh! He pushed it in and out, slow and steady until I started to shake. His finger was busy too, using the softest pressure to strum my most sensitive spot.

  Faster and faster he went. My fingers gripped his shoulders. My head tossed back and forth. My hips met his tongue with every thrust.

  "That's it, darlin'… hmmfff… you're so tight… I can’t–"

  I screamed as my whole body filled with light. My back slammed into the wall as I started to convulse. He didn't stop using his tongue and fingers on me. He didn’t ease up and let me come back down to earth.

  If anything, he picked up the pace.

  I shook all over the damn wall, my legs feeling like they did after a hard day in the saddle. Not just my legs, either. I felt like Jello, top to bottom. His hands went around my wa
ist, as if he'd sensed it, immediately holding me up. He was so strong. And I felt so safe.

  He was saying something as I came back to earth.

  "You are one hell of a woman, Phee. Now let's see if we can do that twice…"

  I moaned incoherently as he started in on me again.

  This time was different thought. This time he was using his finger inside me. Stroking it in and out. I looked down just in time to see him pull my clit into his mouth and flick his tongue against it.

  Hard.

  I squealed and started to shake, orgasmic aftershocks rocking through me. He did it again. And again. And then he was flicking it against me, rapid fire.

  I had no idea Clint could move his tongue that fast. I had no idea anyone could. The man was superhuman, to say the least.

  That was it. It was too much. I screamed, this time even louder. He didn't stop, just slid another finger inside me, stretching me open. He kept flicking his tongue, faster and harder until I came a third time.

  I felt limp as a noodle and soaking wet when he finally lifted his head.

  "Damn darlin', you taste so sweet!"

  He stood up and shrugged his shirt the whole way off, yanking my nightie up and over my head. I was completely bare to him. Meanwhile Clint was still in jeans. I felt so naked and exposed.

  He grunted in appreciation as he looked me over.

  As soon as he pressed my body against his bare chest, all my self-consciousness disappeared. He felt so warm… so big and strong. Plus, he couldn't look at me too closely when I was pressed up against him.

  He kissed me, fiddling with his pants. I realized he was opening them, pulling them down a bit.

  "I know, it ain't right. Your first time should be in a bed. But honey, I don't think I can wait."

  I heard the crinkle of a package being torn and realized he was putting on a condom. He must have had one ready in his pocket. I should have been angry at him for being so damn sure of himself.

  Instead, I wondered how many of those things he'd brought with him.

  A lot, I was hoping.

  Chapter Fifteen

  Clint

  Phoenyx Delancey was surely going to kill me with pleasure. But at least I would die a happy man.

  I held the tip of my wrapped cock against her slippery little lips and pressed forward with a groan. Phee was tight as hell, but the work I'd already done to relax her was making it possible to wedge my well-above-average cock inside her.

  Barely.

  But dear Jesus it was a snug fit!

  Hmmff… the girl felt like heaven.

  This was not the proper way to do things, but it was too late to turn back now. Hell, it had been too late from the first moment I laid eyes on her! I'd been doomed to end up right here, screwing sweet little Phoenyx Delancey’s brains out on the floor, from the moment we'd met.

  Boots off. Pants on. Condom on.

  Even though every fiber of my being wanted to tear that condom off so I could feel her…

  But that was dangerous. Even more dangerous than what I was already doing. I had tried to fight this insane attraction for as long as I could. And now I was damned to hell, not that I gave a toot. I exhaled, realizing I was holding my breath. Damn, the woman was squeezing me like a boa constrictor! I knew I was the first, but I'd never been with a virgin before. And I doubted anyone felt like this. This smooth, or silky, or electrifying.

  Phee was also so strong from riding. I loved the way her thigh muscles flexed around my hips as I hoisted her up. There… I breathed a sigh of pleasure and relief. I could get in a little farther this way…

  "Sweet Jesus!"

  Sweat was dripping off my brow as I circled my hips, trying to get a bit further inside her. I was only a few inches in and I already felt like I could pop. I was so turned on, all it would take at this point was a stiff breeze to tip me over the edge…

  Speaking of stiff, my cock felt like a battering ram, sinking into a pot of honey. Warm, hot and sweet. I’d never felt anything like Phoenyx Delancey in my life. Not even close.

  "Easy does it… Christ! I don't want to hurt you, darlin'…"

  I reached down and found her clit, playing with the tender nub as I pushed forward. Unfff… that was working. She opened up like a flower, letting me in even more. I'd never imagined pleasure so intense. The adorable girl wrapped in my arms, her willingness, our bodies joining together… it was paradise, pure and simple.

  For fuck's sake, it wasn't supposed to feel this good, was it?

  Something was happening. The beautiful, delicate woman underneath me was melting. I could feel her opening, stretching to accommodate my girth. I was not a small man to begin with, and my cock was big even for my size.

  But if I went nice and easy… maybe I could manage not to hurt her. Maybe we could go again in a little bit, when my lust was somewhat tempered. When I could take my time, not run wild like an untamed bronco.

  "Clint."

  I looked down at her stunningly beautiful face, vowing to myself that she was mine. That I would never, ever let her go. That I was keeping her.

  Permanently.

  Whether she was thinking that way or not. I would convince her. I would show her how good it could be. Even if I was an older man. I would tame this filly, no matter what temper tantrums she threw my way.

  "Yes, sweetheart?"

  She looked at me, all sweet and innocent big eyes and–

  “Please.”

  “Please what?”

  “Please hurry up and fuck me.”

  My jaw dropped. Literally dropped. To hear the ‘F’ word coming out of the luscious lips of such a pristine girl… well, it was one hell of a turn on. And I didn’t need any assistance in that regard. My whole body tightened up in response. I knew it wouldn’t take me long. And I didn’t want to be a two pump chump.

  "You're sure?"

  “Hmmm… yes!”

  I flexed my hips and she gave me a sexy moan that let me know exactly how sure she was. Damn! Well hell, if the lady wanted me to get a move on, I sure as hell wasn't going to disappoint her.

  I groaned and let my body take over. Even if I wasn't the whole way in, I could get a good rhythm going in the meantime. I slid out and then back in a few times, realizing the motion was helping me get further inside. It was working. In a few minutes I was wedged deep inside her, not moving, barely thinking, afraid to breathe.

  This was what heaven felt like.

  It wasn’t just the superficial ecstasy of looking at her and holding her. Feeling her. Phee was exceptionally beautiful, her body a perfect specimen of strong but feminine. But that wasn't just it. And it wasn't just that I was the first either, though I had to admit that mattered to me, more than I could have imagined.

  It was her. It was Phoenyx Delancey in my arms, calling my name, letting me make her a woman.

  And I was damned if I was ever going to let her go.

  "You alright, Phee?"

  "Hmmm hmmm…"

  I was holding back, trying to go slow. I wanted to make it last and be as gentle as I could. It was the hardest damn thing I'd done in my life.

  "You sure now? It's a real tight fit."

  "Yes. But I…"

  "What is it darlin'? You tell me what you want and I'll make it happen."

  "I want to move."

  I grinned, feeling like I'd won the damn lottery. Hell, I knew I had. This perfect, passionate woman wanted me.

  I just had to show her the ropes.

  "Good. That's real good, babygirl. Here, let me show you…"

  I gripped her ass in both hands and pulled out. As I pushed my way back in, I guided her hips towards me in a little circle. And again. And again.

  By the third stroke, she had it. I grit my teeth, trying to hold on to my sanity. Phoenyx Delancey was a natural. Of course, she was. Five minutes in the saddle and the girl was screwing me like a champ.

  Oh yes, I was bound for hell by way of heaven, and there wasn’t a thing in the world I
would change about it.

  Chapter Sixteen

  Phoenyx

  "Oh! Oh, oh oh ohhhhh!"

  I was whispering and shaking, flat on my back on the hard wood floor, with Clint moving above me. He was working himself in and out of my body like a freight train. He was unstoppable.

  Slow, hard and steady.

  The man was literally a machine.

  I tossed my head back and forth as I peaked again. I'd lost count of how many times I'd crested the wave and then shattered. I’d felt myself break open, again and again. But it wasn't frightening.

  Every single time I shattered, he was right there, holding me, helping to put me back together again.

  I was different than I'd been an hour ago. A new version of myself. I could feel the change. Inside and out. I wasn’t a girl anymore. I was a woman. And I had a woman’s power. I knew he had altered me, right down to my bones. The way he touched me was tender, and hot, and possessive, all at once.

  I watched him as he rode me. His handsome face was dark with passion, more open somehow, even though his expression was serious. He closed his eyes, straining to keep control. I had that power over him.

  Little. Old. Me.

  He did like the way I looked, after all. He liked everything about me. He told me so again and again as he took me. Twisted me. Turned me inside out and put me right again.

  I lifted my hips to meet him like he showed me.

  I wanted him to show me everything.

  "I want to taste you like you tasted me."

  He froze above me, staring down at me in shock. I took a breath and waited. He looked even more intense than he had a moment before.

  "Christ,” Clint roared and started bucking like a wild bronco. "Oh Phoenyx– oh lord!"

  He plunged into me wild and fast now. I held on for dear life. That's when I felt it. There were new sensations now. And I thought I'd felt everything.

  Clint was growing inside me. I gasped, wondering how the hell that monster in his pants could get any bigger. Tingles spread through me as his body spoke to mine in an ancient language.