I have no idea if Mac told him to sleep with me or if he’s thinking about what I said after seeing that Easter picture but I…like it. I honestly gave up making a pro and con list of sleeping with Phoenix. So what if he’s my roommate. It’s honestly better than sleeping with a random person when the time comes, right? Why sleep with a possible serial killer and get murdered when I have a perfectly normal, sane man sleeping under the same roof as me.
The pros definitely outweigh the cons. And my girly bits are cheering them on.
We dance together for what seems like hours. Phoenix’s hands on my hips make me move faster. His chest pressed against my back as we grind our bodies together makes my body burn up. It’s not until he slides his hands up, fingers brushing over every curve of my side, past my breasts, then down my arms that I feel something extraordinary in my stomach before it stops in-between my legs. My legs feel like they can give out at any second.
I’m hot, sweaty, and very much turned on right now.
I sway my arms up over my head then drop them around Phoenix’s neck, bringing him closer to me. I feel his heart beating against my back. I feel his breath against the back of my neck and if my ears were on, I’d hear the want we’re both so desperately feeling pass through us in this moment. I feel everything and it sends an electric shock through every nerve in my body, craving more.
I turn, looking up through my dark lashes. I instantly feel so small standing in front of this six-foot-two body of a sexy as hell man.
Phoenix’s hands tighten on my hips, pulling me so I’m flush against his body.
I bring my hand up to his chest, directly above his heart. It thumps wildly against my palm. His breathing quickens, matching my own.
He licks his lips as his eyes drop to my mouth.
In my world full of silence, I hear so much.
He wants to kiss me.
I bite my bottom lip, causing Phoenix to look up. The look in his eyes gives me goosebumps. I shiver. The corner of his mouth curls up. He knows what he’s doing to me. I like this. It’s been so long since it’s happened to me.
I tilt my head up, tug him down, and press my lips against his. I loosen my grip on him just in case he has second thoughts and doesn’t want to do this. With me…
His large hand slides over my neck and into my hair, pulling my head back. His tongue pushes past my lips, assaulting my tongue in a sexy dance of their own.
Our nine-inch height difference is controlled by the six-inch heels I picked out to go with my outfit. I knew they’d be worth the pain. I went out of my comfort zone, showing much more skin than I normally would. The white sweetheart bodice covered in black lace with small cutouts show a sliver of stomach, and the black skirt hugs my curves perfectly, making it appear like I’m wearing a dress. It was something I had in my closet that screams ‘take me home and do things to my body.’
Judging by how good of a kisser Phoenix is, it makes me wonder how good his mouth would feel even lower.
I fist his gray shirt and sigh into his mouth.
God, it’s been so long since I’ve been kissed. Touched. Wanted. I missed it. I really did.
I uncurl my fist, sliding my hand down his chest then his stomach until I settle on the waistband of his jeans. My thumb runs over the exposed skin and I smile feeling his body respond to me.
I pull away, biting his bottom lip lightly.
I give him a look that I hope he understands as “let’s go.”
He nods then his eyes flick over my shoulder. I look back and find the restroom signs. Umm, he probably thought I meant ‘let’s fuck’ which is accurate but not here. Definitely not here. Been there, done that. No thank you. I poke his stomach and give him a deadpanned expression. I reach into his back pocket and take out his phone. It’s not locked so I pull up the Notes app and type out, I’m not getting fucked in a bathroom.
I hand over the phone and watch his lips kick up into a smile before turning into a smirk as he writes back a response. He hands me the phone and my deadpan expression is back because he wrote: who said anything about anyone getting fucked? I was looking for the exit. Some chick shoved her tongue down my throat and I’m kind of worried about my safety.
I type out: Bummer, I was thinking about some guy fucking my mouth but he might be a huge pussy so… I’m leaving.
I hand him the phone and push my way through people until I reach the exit, praying that Phoenix follows and wasn’t put off by that response. I spot Phoenix’s car in this shitty looking parking lot. It’s true that you shouldn’t judge a book by its cover because Club Therapy looks like a place where killers dump dead bodies whereas the inside is anything but.
A smile breaks out on my face when the car lights blink, letting me know Phoenix unlocked the car. He’s right behind me.
I reach for my ears and turn them on. I want to hear what he says next. He can literally tell me to walk home and I can guarantee that I’ll still jump his bones. I’m too wound up, too excited.
My body is thrumming for a much-awaited release.
I reach for the door handle when a hand lands on my arm, making me stop. I feel his body press into mine, his mouth moving toward my ears. He hesitates. A man has never whispered things to me because they think I can’t hear them. If they say them loud enough, I can. No one has ever treated me normally except for Mac. Growing up a child of a deaf adult or how we call them, CODA, he’s adjusted to the life and helped me through most of my fears. He was my first and then he became the first and only person I had sex with in complete silence. I was me. Everyone else wanted me to listen to them. You don’t understand how sick I am of hearing a man say, ‘you like that, don’t you?’ because no, I didn’t but I didn’t want to hurt their stupid ego and tell them to go deeper when it’s physically impossible with what they were given.
“I can hear you,” I murmur.
Phoenix rests his head on my shoulder and shakes it slowly from side to side. I crinkle my brows and start to turn but he leans into me even more, pressing me against the car. “I want to hear you.”
Fuck. Me.
His arm comes around me and slides up my leg, hiking my skirt up an inch. This skirt is skin-tight. It is not moving that easily. Phoenix huffs when he tries to continue his pursue.
I grab the bottom and rip it up, not giving a shit if I ruin it. I just want it out of the way for what I know is about to come next.
Phoenix smiles into my neck and runs his hand up my inner thigh, stopping right where my underwear meets skin. I spread my legs just enough so he can continue. I look around me, using the refection of the window to see if anyone can see us.
His finger traces a line up and down, up and down then he’s cupping me and putting pressure on the right spot. I whimper when he pushes my underwear to the side and I feel his finger right there. Just a little more and fuuuuuuuck. “Yes.”
“So wet.”
I want to blurt out, ‘no shit’ but I bite my tongue and he adds another finger and I get lost in the feeling of his fingers pushing in and out of me. I want to know if he thought this would happen between us. He’s been giving me these lingering looks all week, making me want to ask him what he was thinking about. If he only knew what played out in my head, he’d need to go to church and get bathed in holy water.
“Your ass looks phenomenal in this dress,” he says, voice hoarse. He bites my neck once then twice and then his other hand comes around me and cups my breast, my nipples hardening.
I rock into his hand, sagging against the car as the pressure between my legs builds. My breath fogs up the window and as hard as I try to keep the noises leaving my mouth down, I can’t. He pumps his fingers faster and adds his thumb to pay attention to my clit.
“Fuck. I’m going…I’m…so close…” My god, this is how I pray all my nights end.
“When we get home,” Phoenix speaks up, making me look back at him, “I’m going to make you come so hard you’ll get wet just thinking about it tomorrow.”
My mouth turns into an ‘o’, my eyes flutter closed, and I latch onto his arm as my orgasm hits me full force.
I erupt into stars.
By the time my knees stop quivering and I can stand, I adjust my underwear and skirt.
Phoenix steps back when I turn around. “That was just a warm-up. Let’s go home.” His eyes promise me filthy things. I can’t wait to find out.
“Wait, wait,” I pant, looking around us. No one seems to care that we are here. A sky full of stars is our only witness. There’s noise around us that could have blocked out my whimpers and moans, which I’m thankful for. “I need to know something.”
“What?” he asks, face serious.
“Your room or mine?”
Phoenix laughs and reaches behind me, opening the car door. “Depends, are you going to leave before I wake up?”
I think long and hard about it. Then I say, “Yes.”
I’m not a cuddler. I need my space.
“Then your room.”
“Why?” I ask with a slightly disgusted face.
“Because you wake up the fucking neighborhood with all the noise you make in the morning.”
“I’m deaf.”
“Exactly. And I want to sleep in.” He winks and nudges me into the car. “And I don’t mind waking up to a surprise blow job.” Men and their blow jobs.
I grab the door handle and hold it open so he doesn’t move just yet. “Then I guess you better make me feel inclined to return the favor.”
I yank the door from his grip and wink at him through the window.
He runs a hand through his hair, looks up at the sky, and smiles like he just saw a shooting star.
Chapter Nine
Phoenix
I crack my eyes open slowly then look away quickly when the damn sun is all I see. Who the hell opened my curtains? And when the fuck did my bed become so soft?
I flip onto my right side and blindly reach for my pillow. My hand lands on something that is definitely not my pillow.
My eyes open and follow the path of my arm, stopping on the barely covered breast I’m currently holding. I rise up on my elbow and look down at Luna, who is still asleep. I think. Her hair is fanned out everywhere, blocking me from seeing her face.
I slowly, painfully and regrettably, let go of a perfect breast, and sit up, trying not to make any sudden movements. When I wake up to a naked woman beside me, I always have morning sex. But knowing that Luna will murder you if you wake her up before she wants to, I look down at my dick and shake my head. Sorry buddy, not today.
But the sex, holy fucking shit, this girl is a freak in the best possible way. I’m pretty sure I’m going to be left with bruises and a cracked rib. I’m not even joking. I thought I knew rough. Luna showed me a whole new side. There was even a moment when she chocked me…and I fucking loved it.
When Luna decided to take charge and ride me, I thought my dick was going to break. But it was the best sex I’ve ever had so I can’t complain.
I honestly didn’t think it’d happen. I did not set out to take Luna to the club then have sex with her, but I have been thinking about it. A lot. Can you blame me? I live with a girl who doesn’t know she’s beautiful. It makes her that much more attractive. It’s sexy. She’s sexy. I’m fucking ecstatic that last night happened.
“Finally. I didn’t think you’d ever leave. I want my bed.” Luna sits up and cocks a brow at me. She brushes her hair back. My eyes follow the movement, all the way down to where the sheet covering her up, falls.
“Damn, and here I thought sex would make you less uptight,” I tease.
She flips me off and grabs the sheet. “You kicked me in the stomach when I was going to blow you then I really thought about it and it freaked me out that you were sleeping. It’s almost like necrophilia or somnophilia or whatever else paraphilia there is and it’s just fucking weird. Then to top it off, you fucking farted.”
My mouth drops open but no words come out. And this is why you don’t wake her up. Mackenzie warned me about the little demon she turns into. I should have never asked for the damn blow job.
“So yeah, I’m not in a good mood.”
“I’m sorry.” I wipe a hand over my jaw, trying really hard not to laugh because she’s pissed. Luna is honest to god looking at me like she wants to punch her fist through my chest and tear my heart out. “Do you want me to leave?”
“Obviously.” Her demon eyes narrow. Ouch. I feel the tugging of my organs being torn apart.
“Do you want anything else before I do?”
Her expression softens, her interest piqued. I refuse to leave her in this mood. When you spend a night with me, you can expect to wake up satisfied and beaming. It’s my mission to think of others when clothes come off.
I get up onto my knees and pull the thin sheet down her body. Luna tries to cover her body with her arms but I grab them and drop them to the side, shaking my head while tsking.
“I’m not screwing you again,” she states, “unless yo–”
I lift her legs up slowly and spread them. The demon eyes turn into melted pools of milk chocolate.
“Unless?” I bring my mouth to her calf and bite her softly, working my way up her thigh. “What were you going to say?” I ask, repeating the slow assault on her other leg as I grab her panties and slide them down.
Luna lifts her hips without hesitation.
“We’re not…” Her breaths become heavier. Her eyes follow me until she’s squirming, eyes fluttering closed. “You…I…”
“Yes?” I reach the top of her thighs and kiss her. Luna tries to close her legs but I hold them open and start going down on her, doing exactly what I did hours ago that left her trying to catch her breath.
I wrap my hand around my hard cock and start pumping to try and relieve myself. The sight of Luna squirming and the way her tits look from down here are fucking perfect. The sounds, and the feeling of such soft skin underneath me are everything I need to get off. This was meant for her but she’s fucking stunning right now, there’s no point in having blue balls. I need to come after her.
She grabs a pillow and covers her mouth, keeping the noises down. I want to rip that pillow and hear what I’m doing to her, but she’s trying to respect the fact that Mackenzie is sleeping in the next room.
Luna runs a hand down her breast, past her stomach until it’s in my hair, tugging.
This Luna is so much better.
Her back arches off the bed, her muffled moans telling me she’s about to come.
My balls tighten and all I want to do is sink myself inside her but this isn’t about me, it’s about her. I unwrap my hand from myself and wrap my arms under her thighs, lifting her ass off the bed so I can finish her off.
And then she’s gone. The pillow falls onto the bed, Luna fists the sheets and fights the hold I have on her thighs. A long moan followed by a satiated sigh fills the air.
I set her back down, letting her legs drop closed. A smile forms on her swollen lips. She shouldn’t have bitten down on them so hard. I should think of kicking MacKay out next time for Luna to just let go and scream. Because there has to be a next time.
“You’re amazing,” Luna breathes out. “Hmmm.”
She sits up on her elbows, breaking out into a cheesy grin. She brings her foot up to my chest and pushes me until I fall back, hitting the bed with a thump.
“I’m sorry. About my mood. It’s just… I never let the guys I slept with stay until the morning…” Luna crawls over to me and stops once she’s straddling my stomach. She’s rubbing her pussy against my dick and if she doesn’t want me to cum on her, she needs to stop. “They either get freaked out by how rough I like it or they just can’t deal with me.”
“Oh, and I can?” Of course I can. I should get a fucking gold medal for the shit I did with just my mouth alone.
Luna nods, and I can’t help but think how much of a seductress she resembles with her hair falling past her shoulders covering her tits just right that
I can’t see nipple. There’s a gleam in her eyes that I haven’t seen before until last night, the second my fingers disappeared inside of her. Seeing her through the car window reflection and hearing those damn whimpers almost made me drop my pants and fuck her right there. But I couldn’t. Not with people around. I blocked her enough so if people looked, they couldn’t see anything. That was for her. And it was a big fuck you to the piece of shit assholes that made her feel like she couldn’t be with another guy because she’s who she is.
I run my hands up her legs until they settle on her hips. I jerk her forward so she falls on top of me, using her forearms to hold her up. God, I can just slide inside her right now. The way she keeps rubbing herself against me, I’ll say that she’s not going to let me leave until I cum next.
“We should do it again. Soon.” My dick twitches, seeking a release.
Shiny, mischievous eyes stare down into mine. Luna holds herself up with one arm when she brings the other down my body and grabs me. “If we do this again, there are rules.” I nod to say I’m listening because talking is something I cannot do when she’s doing that with her hand. “I need to know if you’re going to sleep with other girls. I don’t want to catch—”
“Does it look like I bring girls over?” I say, my voice raspy.
Last night we discussed how we’re both clean. After every sexual encounter, we get checked. MacKay is the player around here. I was getting bored with having to try and find a sane woman. I gave up on it for the last few months. I haven’t even bothered to look twice at the women at work who want to go out for drinks. I have my whole life to pick up where I left off. Hopefully I don’t pick up a crazy chick again. I really can’t handle the stage-five clingers. I have my limits on how much I want to feel needed.
“Okay, that rule still goes though. And this, us, it’s just sex.” Her hand stops moving. Oh, come on. “If you start feeling something for me, which always happens in these cases, you need to get out. Don’t expect more from me. I suck at being a girlfriend. Throw that idea out right now.”
If I currently didn’t have my cock in her hand, I would want to pay closer attention but I can’t and I just want her to stop talking and start moving her hand again. “Just sex. Got it.” It’s a first for me but I’m willing to try.
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