Phoebe: Book One of Broken Girls Series

by J. A. Hornbuckle

  Allowing fingers to roam as mouths fused.

  Hips rolled and moans filled the air as desire again took control.

  He slid his palm from my neck to my jaw, but didn’t stop there. The caress continued over my collarbones and down my bare sternum, shifting at the last second to cradle the heaviest part of my breast. Squeezing lightly, his fingers searched until they were gently plucking, carefully pinching at the sensitive skin of my nipple. And the sensations he created zinged downward to my clit, making it throb with so much pleasure, I rocked my hips upward.

  A movement he definitely took in because he ceased tweaking at my sharpened peak and slid his hand lower, down my ribs and over my waist until his fingers tugged at the top of my jeans. “Take ‘em off, Phoebe,” he urged, huskiness now underscoring his deep voice.

  I made short work of getting unclothed down to my panties, deciding not to stand in order to get them off my lower legs after lowering the thick fabric to my knees. Rather, I raised my legs in the air, swiftly stripping the denim off my calves and feet before carelessly tossing my pants away.

  Ryker didn’t blink or remove his hand from my waist at my acrobatic moves, but as soon as my jeans hit the floor, he slid his large hand further southward to cup me through my panties. “Open wider for me, beautiful. I want to touch you.”

  Doing as he asked, I didn’t know what to do with my hands. One of them rested lightly on his shoulder but the other had a death grip on my comforter, twisting the bit of balled fabric in an effort to release some of my tension. But all that was forgotten as he started to trace the folds of my sex through my dampened panties, rubbing me with just enough pressure I lost all coherent thought.

  “You’re already wet for me, aren’t you, babe?” He glanced at me, his hot eyes showing appreciation before he looked back down at what he was doing. And oh god, what he was doing! His hand shifted up further before delving under, then into the lace of my underwear where he began to explore with more intent, sliding his fingers over my curls to circle my swollen, quivering nub of pleasure.

  I mewled, arching my neck up as sharp darts of sensuous need began to coil between my legs.

  Slipping lower, his fingers trailed over my sodden, swollen leaves, inveigling between them until he reached my core. But he didn’t stop until he slid one lone finger inside then pulled out.

  I’d never done that before, not even in my solo efforts to find release. But I found I loved the feel of his invasion.

  As he continued using his finger, Ryker’s thumb found my clit only to roll it in time to his finger movements. I couldn’t help it, I had to move and my hips took up his rhythm, matching his pace as the tightening sensations between my legs became almost unbearable.

  “That’s it, cariña. Let it go,” he roughly whispered, his mouth right next to my ears adding another layer of sensation to the cacophony whirling inside me. “Give me all that beauty.”

  It was too much, yet not enough.

  I needed…I wanted…

  Finally, my body paused, poised on the precipice of something wonderful, so glorious I didn’t know if I was going to survive it. But craved nonetheless. After seconds of hovering, I fell even as my body began to soar.

  “Ryker,” I cried, every muscle in my body tensing as my orgasm crashed over me, throbbed as it destroyed me from the inside out, even as waves of rapturous delight assailed me.

  It took more than a while for the sensations to lessen, yet he seemed to understand what I was feeling, because after a time his hand movements slowed, his finger easing from my channel. His thumb though, didn’t stop moving but became softer as it made wider circles, almost as if he knew direct contact on my still sensitive button was too much after what he’d given me.

  And as reality began its slow intrusion (even though I kept my eyes firmly shut in an effort to retain all the bliss Ryker gave me), I wondered what was going to happen next.

  *.*.*.*.*

  Ryker gently removed his hand from inside her panties, his mind still holding a firm grip on his cock and the explosion that begged to be released after viewing the bliss he’d given to her.

  Christ. Nothing he’d ever done or imagined compared to watching Phoebe’s response as he’d made her come.

  Nothing!

  He was holding on by only a thread knowing it was his turn; when he could finally sink himself into her hot, wet depths as he’d ached to do from the first moment he met her.

  Keeping his eyes on her face, Ryker reached behind and snagged his wallet from his back pocket, carefully placing it into an unclaimed space on the edge of the mattress. Then reaching down, he fumbled at the clasp of his own jeans, only to realize he was in the wrong position to remove them with any sort of dignity. With a sigh of regret at having to release her, he rolled to his back to slide the rest of his clothes off. Reaching out an arm to gain access to his wallet and the threesome of condoms residing within, Phoebe took that moment to turn, snuggling her front into his side, her forehead tucked into his neck as she began caressing his chest.

  “That was amazing,” she breathed with a full body shiver. Her stroking hand moved lower and everything within Ryker stilled as he realized her intended goal. Her questing fingers explored his throbbing dick, gliding over its head and down the shaft with a light, almost hesitant touch. “I want to make you feel amazing too.”

  Taking him into her loose fist, she moved back up to the tip and used her thumb to swipe at the bead of pre-cum her action had caused. Using the hand not holding his wallet, he stopped her movement. “I’m already too close, cariña.”

  She pulled back to look at him with a tiny frown of confusion. “You are?”

  He nodded and flipped open his wallet. “I’d much rather come inside your sweet pussy than all over your hand and my belly. But you can help with the condom.”

  And help she did—to the point Ryker needed to use every bit of willpower he possessed not to release when she slid the condom into place. He needed to calm down, to take a moment and gain a measure of control, but she made it hard. Especially when she rolled to her back and opened her long gorgeous legs with an inviting, albeit shy, smile.

  He’d never seen anything so fucking beautiful in his life as Phoebe naked with her mahogany hair spread out on the pillow, her alabaster skin glowing in the semi-dark of her room. And as he allowed his eyes to feast on every curve, every mound while his cock flexed its urgent demand.

  Urged on by a primal, instinctive desire, he moved to cover her body with his own, settling his hips between her thighs. Holding the base of his aching length in one hand, he guided himself towards her core, gently but firmly pushing to gain access.

  Fuck, but she was tight! Something he should’ve noticed earlier when he’d used his fingers to help her find her bliss, but he’d been too caught up in her responses.

  He pulled back and pushed in again finally able to wedge the helmet of his cock into her wet heat. It had been years since he’d been with a girl, but he didn’t remember having this much trouble getting inside. He pulled back and pushed in again, making more progress so he did it again. And again until he felt a barrier meet the head of his cock.

  What the…?

  Then it hit him, and his new knowledge explained a lot of Phoebe’s behavior and moves. It wasn’t that she was shy or hesitant, that she was reserved and unwilling.

  It was that she didn’t fucking know!

  The realization he was her first created a glow deep inside him and helped to push back his orgasm, creating a new desire to make her first time especially wonderful for her.

  Rising up on one arm, he looked down at her face only to find she was holding her bottom lip between her teeth. “Am I hurting you, baby?”

  “Are you upset I didn’t tell you before?” she returned on a whisper, her eyes giving away her worry.

  Not answering, he pulled back and eased in again slowly, watching her expression for any sign of pain.

  “Go ahead, honey,” she urged, lifti
ng her calves to loop them over his thighs. “I hear it only hurts for a second.”

  Propping himself on an elbow, Ryker slid his hand between them, his fingers searching for her clit as his mouth descended to capture her lips in a searing kiss. Using his tongue to echo the movement of his hips and the rotation of his fingers he worked to regain the pleasure of before. Pleasure he hoped would override any hurt she’d feel when he broke through.

  She moaned and began rocking her hips in a counter-rhythm to his, which he decided was a signal to carry on. Her hands slid up from his shoulders and tangled in his hair as she pressed her breasts into his chest, causing his dick to again flex in fervent delight.

  His need overtook him and without thinking, Ryker plunged in, all the way in and he caught her soft cry in his mouth although he didn’t think it was one of pain alone. He’d heard a note of pleasure in it as well, which was all he needed in order to continue what he was doing.

  Especially now that his cock had full access to her tight channel. He sluiced himself in and out of her, plumbing her sweet depths again and again, building a heat of mutual desire he was sure would score him forever.

  The air was filled with soft moans and deep growls until they disengaged their mouths in order to damn well breathe. Her pussy convulsed around him, letting him know she was almost there, almost to all the beauty he wanted to give her.

  “That’s it, baby,” he panted, staring into her face, taking in her unfocused eyes, flushed cheeks and swollen lips. So gorgeous, so goddamn gorgeous. “Come for me.”

  She drove her hips upward and held the movement for a millisecond before she cried out his name on a wanton note. Taking his cue, Ryker began to move faster, harder as he rode out her orgasm, feeling his own gathering steam as it coiled at the base of his spine and moved swiftly to his balls.

  Shoving himself into her, all the way to the root of his cock, he heard his own grunts with every spurt of his release, unable to keep the sweet torture to himself.

  It took more than a couple of minutes for their hearts to calm and their breaths to steady, but once done, Ryker gathered Phoebe into his arms and gave her a long, slow yet very thorough kiss. Raising his mouth, he pressed his forehead to hers and whispered, “Amazing doesn’t quite say it, mi bella cariña. Fucking fantastic comes closer.”

  She nodded her agreement and he pulled back so he could determine what she was feeling. He knew he should take care of the condom but he became lost in the tenderness of her gaze and the sweetness of her gentle smile. “I think I like you a lot, Miss Phoebe Marquette.”

  He didn’t have to wait even a second for her reply. “I like you a lot too, Mister Ryker Santiago hyphen Adams.”

  It was at that moment, Ryker knew he was going to fall in love with this girl and he was gonna fall hard.

  Chapter Seven

  For the next couple of days, I walked around in a fog with the sweet ache of my tender flesh letting me know the truth of what I’d done. Of what we’d done, me and my Ryker there in the semi-dark of my bedroom. Reminding me it hadn’t been simply a wonderful dream but a beautiful reality.

  I was no longer a virgin and proud of it.

  I’d heard other women’s stories of how they’d lost or given up their V-card, but I knew beyond a shadow of a doubt my first time was far and away better than the lot of them combined. Ryker had not only shown me all the reasons humans loved sex, he’d given it to me gently, wondrously and with a sweetness which, even days later, thrilled me. He’d even taken the trouble to create pleasure before the necessary pinch of pain signaled the release of my hymen.

  Although I’d never tell anyone. What Ryker and I had shared was too personal and special to ever disclose to anyone in something as banal as a girl-chat session. Making me wonder why other women even talked about it.

  For me it was a such a private and delicious secret, I hugged it to myself as I again sank into the memory of that night, performing my duties on auto-pilot.

  So it was during lunch, one of the few times I turned my cellphone on, I saw the text from Grantham County’s Court of Corrections that took me out of my head and back down to Earth. They were advising me Davis was due to be released during the upcoming weekend. I didn’t remember him, totally unable to recall what he looked like after so many years, but I knew who and what he was.

  And why he’d spent so much time behind bars.

  Because of my testimony as well as two others, all done when we were kids not even seven years old.

  Kids who’d been under his and his wife’s care.

  The care I’d been shoved into prior to Carmen from CPS finding me, and before handing me off to Diane.

  Even though what had gone down happened so many years ago, the thought of him being back on the streets filled me with a fear I couldn’t explain. Mainly because I’d locked the memories of a littler me stuck in the Sloan house into my vault. Into the area of that vault located behind a thick brick fence topped with barbed wire and patrolled with a snarling Rottweiler who needed no excuse to attack.

  I saved the text thinking I’d forward it to Diane who I knew would forward it to Carmen.

  After lunch, the ‘flow’ portion of ER came through in a rush due to a four car pile-up just past the Grantham exit of the freeway. While it was nice to be busy, the sheer amount of injuries had all of us scrambling, even Rhonda. To the point, we’d run out of student nurses and even the LVN’s, so I was pressed into duty in getting blood-tests and fluid-samples up to the lab on the third floor.

  Which normally isn’t a big deal, because I was a big believer in taking the stairs. It was a healthier alternative than the elevator. Or, at least, that’s what I told everyone, up to and including myself.

  But the truth of it was, I couldn’t handle elevators.

  There was just something about being in a tight and confined space that threw me for a loop as I envisioned the car getting stuck, stopping between floors. Not to mention the additional horror-of-horrors when the lights blinked out. Before it plunged.

  No. Tight, confined and dark spaces totally freaked me right the eff out. So much so, I always, but always used the stairs.

  But that day got so much worse than just the knowledge my former foster father was getting out of prison. All because the maintenance staff decided to paint the North stairwell and announced its closing with a happily scribbled sign that read, ‘Another one of GCC’s improvement projects’.

  The bastards!

  Backtracking as I balanced two trays of vials in my arms, I used my elbow on the elevator’s call button trying not to think about my racing heart or knocking knees as I kept a careful watch on the lights directly above the doors.

  You can do this, I told myself even as everything inside of me revolted at the thought of stepping into the car. Millions of people ride elevators everyday of the week and allow it to take them more than two measly floors.

  Yeah.

  No.

  My heart didn’t buy what my mind was selling.

  There was a ding and I almost had to bend in half at how hard my stomach clenched with the sound of both it and the doors opening. But I was on a mission. A nurse’s mission and could not be deterred from my goal no matter what I was feeling.

  Entering on shaking legs, I turned to the panel and again used my elbow to press ‘3’.

  The doors closed on a rumble and I heard myself say, “You’re okay.” But my own voice offering assurances did nothing to placate the rest of me.

  Sensations of an upward movement shot from the soles of my feet upward to my hips as I kept my eyes trained on the numbers over the doors, although I held my breath the entire time.

  ‘2’, the numbers proclaimed brightly after a long time; too long a time if you asked me.

  Just as the light behind the number ‘3’ began to glow, I heard a grinding rumble (eliciting an involuntary ‘eek’ from me) and then the whole elevator cabinet shuddered (shifting my ‘eek’ into a yelp).

  The lights flick
ered and as all upward movement stopped, I realized I was stuck smack-dab in the middle of my worst nightmare (causing my yelp to slide into a full-voiced scream). There was a bump and more grinding sounds all around me and I saw the doors of the cab open.

  But only by six to eight inches.

  And not in-line with the linoleum of the third floor but a good two-feet short!

  My screams grew louder, echoing both within and without the small space attesting to my state of mind; the uncontestable evidence I was freaking scared completely out of my gourd. My screeches earsplitting enough it caught the attention of others who managed to wrangle the doors open further, sufficient enough to pull me up and out of walls I’d imagined were closing in on me.

  And although their hands kept me upright, there was no way I could stand on my own. After a time, a long, long time to my mind, I heard someone whisper, “What’s that she’s holding?”

  Glancing down, I saw the two trays of vials I’d been entrusted to keep safe. All of them were still in their holders, their caps still in place. Totally unaffected by my major freak-out.

  Lifting my head, I offered a tremulous smile as thanks without looking into any of the faces surrounding me. In retrospect, I don’t know where I found the strength but I took a shaky step forward and when I didn’t fall on my face, I took another one. And then a few more until I was finally able to hand the trays over to a lab tech.

  Making a pit-stop at the 3rd floor restroom, I cried a little more, then cleaned up my face and smoothed my hair before seeking out the South staircase. Sure, it took me out of my way in order to return to the ER, but I wasn’t brave enough to try another elevator; not that day and probably not another one for the next fifty or so years.

  *.*.*.*.*

  My shift over and finally back in my new apartment, I wandered into each room flipping the overhead switches to ‘on’ as I even lit the table lamps in all of them as well. I always kept the nightlights burning whether it was day or night and had a cabinet full of their replacement bulbs.