Phoenix Rising: Issue #2 (Pretty Boy Rock)

by S R Watson

  “Phoeeeenix,” she mumbles incoherently. The trembling of her legs around my neck confirms that she is oh so close. I’m not ready to let her come, though, so I slide my tongue through to her entrance. I slap her ass, enough to sting, but not enough to cause pain. I’m diverting her focus because I don’t want her coming yet. Soon she will realize my true kink—orgasm denial. I thrust my tongue in and out of her soaking wet pussy until she is riding my face.

  “That’s it, baby. Ride my fucking face. Make that sweet pussy take all my tongue.” She grinds harder, and I almost want to let her have the release that she is craving right now…almost. I lift her over my head once more to switch her in the opposite direction—her ass lines up with my face as her legs work to get situated behind my neck. She is facing away from me in this position. Her legs instantly wrap around my head and neck when I begin to lower her body down mine. A small gasp of air comes out in a rush from her when I let her drop to the level I need her. I secure my arms around the base of her ass once her face is in the vicinity of my dick. “Undo me, Harlow.”

  She palms my dick through my jeans before she finally frees my cock. It juts to attention, ready to be sucked. My tongue licks a path between her opening and her ass. She tightens up, but I smile because I will be taking her here again tonight. For now, though, I have lined us up for a little sixty-nine. She seizes the opportunity to be the first to initiate. Without being told, she grabs my cock and takes me to the back of her throat. Seeing her suck my dick upside down gives me pause.

  “Hmmm,” she hums around my dick, and the sensation is un-fucking-believable. I thrust my hardened length into her mouth and time it with the thrusts of my tongue inside her pussy. My nose is buried between her ass cheeks as I work to go deeper with every thrust. The smell of her, combined with the slow attention she is giving my cock, has my legs stiffening. I feel myself getting close. She plays with my balls while licking the vein that runs underneath the head of my dick. It jumps with each pass of her tongue. She goes back to sucking me, taking me deeper each time until she has my entire dick in her mouth. Holy shit. I can feel the tingle begin to creep up my balls in this position.

  I need her to slow down. It’s getting increasingly hard not to explode in her mouth. I slap her ass once more, and she’s startled for a second. A second is all I need. Once her mouth is away from my cock, I flip her once more. This time her legs are around my waist. I allow her to slide down my body until that wet pussy of hers is sitting just above my cock. No priming needed. I slam into her, and I have to hold on to her tightly. She arches her back and instantly begins to ride my dick. All shyness forgotten. I don’t move at first. I let her set the rhythm—do what feels good to her. I slowly join the pace she has set for us. The sound of her soaking pussy echoes over the music that is playing as my balls slap her ass.

  Harlow

  I’m so lost in Phoenix right now. My pussy feels so full as I grip his every thrust. I need him deeper still. Only the grip he has on my hips is restricting my movements. He is only giving me the amount of dick he wants me to have.

  “Please go deeper, Phoenix,” I beg, and he arches an eyebrow at me. He angles his hips and slams into me a few times, and my pussy becomes an inferno. He slows his pace, but I need hard, deep, and fast.

  “Can’t come yet, baby,” he teases as he slides his dick out of me. My pussy immediately clenches at its disappearance.

  Phoenix stands me back on my feet, and my legs feel weak. Holy hell, this man is strong. His lifts and the flips have my head swimming. I need a second to adjust to the position change. I didn’t even know he had that in his bag of tricks. It’s hot as hell.

  “Get out of your head and get your sexy ass on the bed, Harlow,” he commands. I wobble over to the bed and crawl onto it. “I like that view. Stay just like that.” I’m on all fours for him. He walks up behind me and slaps each ass cheek again. The delicious sting has my pussy dripping with need. I clench my pussy once more to dull the ache, but it only intensifies. “So fucking wet,” he says.

  “Fuck me, Phoenix. I need your thick cock to fill me—to make me come.”

  “In time, princess,” he teases as he kneels to lick me from behind again. The feeling is fucking amazing, but then he stops. His teasing has me so wound up, I feel like I’m about to explode from his deprival. He builds me up over and over again, forbidding me from having my release. I don’t know how much more I can take. “Head down and ass up, baby, so that pussy opens up for me.” Fuck, I love his dirty talk. He can have anything he wants if he will just let me come.

  I do as he instructs, and he inserts a few fingers. He massages my insides before replacing his fingers with the tip of his beautiful cock. I throb around him. I back my ass up to him until his cock is resting at the hilt. He restricts me from moving farther, so I can feel his girth. I arch my back further to entice him to move. I need him to come undone. He wraps my hair in his fist and pulls at the same time he slams into me.

  I meet him stroke for stroke, my legs beginning to feel weak as my orgasm nears. When he pulls out of me, once again before I can get my release, my body collapses in defeat. He flips me over onto my back, but I just lay there. I can no longer move. Tears stream down my face in frustration, and the room blurs into a haze.

  “There it is. True submission.” Phoenix smirks. His voice sounds like we’re underwater as he wipes my tears away. “No tears, baby. Now I’m going to give you what you’ve been wanting all night.”

  He pushes my legs over his shoulders and eases into me. In this position, his cock is almost too much. He starts slowly, but then he finally comes undone. He fucks me hard and fast. He deepens his strokes, but I’m numb.

  “Fucccckkkkk, baby,” he screams as he pulls out and comes all over my stomach. I close my eyes because the out-of-body experience is a foreign one. I feel so out of control, but he seems to get off on seeing me like this. I didn’t even come. What the hell is going on with me?

  He jumps out of bed and comes back with a damp towel. He begins to clean me up, and I just continue to lie here—embarrassed that I just zoned the fuck out.

  “Phoenix, I—” I begin, but he shushes me with a single finger to my lips.

  “Enough for tonight, baby. Let me just hold you.” He slides in bed next to me and pulls me into his arms. He kisses the top of my head and actually rocks me.

  The motion is soothing. The foggy haze begins to dissipate, and I snuggle closer into his arms.

  “Sleep now, Harlow,” he says. His rocking slows, and I know that he is out. I replay the night back. He stated that was enough for tonight, which means he didn’t give me his all. He’s still holding something back. I don’t get it. I don’t understand what made me cry, or why it got him off, for that matter. His tender care for me afterward proves he doesn’t want to see me hurt, so why was it that he could only come after seeing my tears. I’m so confused. I don’t know how to feel about tonight. I wanted all of him, the part of himself that he doesn’t show to anyone else, so I’ll try to understand.

  I’m more embarrassed about my own actions. I had this beautiful man on top of me, fucking me like a sex god, and I just laid here, motionless and numb. Honestly, I don’t see how he could have gotten off. I totally checked out, and it was beyond my control. It was like I was here, but I wasn’t. He might as well have been screwing a corpse. That has never happened to me before. I went from insatiable to frigid. He just got his nut and then called it quits. He probably thinks I can’t handle the shit he’s into, and from my reaction tonight, I’d say he’s right. I asked for this. I need to be by myself right now.

  I ease his arm from around me until I’m completely out from under him. I try to remember where I first removed my clothes. I crawl around on the floor until I finally find them. Phoenix turns over in the bed but thankfully stays asleep. I throw my dress back on, forgoing the heels. I can’t find the panties, so screw it. I tiptoe out of the door, with my stilettos in hand, careful not to wake him.


  The music is still going strong out back, but no way am I returning to the party. I find the bedroom where Lily and I changed into our swimsuits earlier. Luckily the room is empty. I was afraid all of the bedrooms would be taken by now. I can’t decide if I should put the lock on the door or not. Irelyn and Lily may need to come in here to sleep later. On the other hand, I don’t want someone stumbling in here after I’m asleep, looking for a place to have sex. Mind made up, I put the lock on the door. I’m glad I had the idea to bring up something to sleep in. I change into my sleep shorts and tank, then crawl into this bed fit for a queen, with its million thread count sheets.

  My phone buzzes on the charger next to the bed. I think it may have been Phoenix waking up to find me gone, but it’s text messages from Irelyn. I didn’t have my phone on me, and I only pulled it out of my bag when I changed into my sleep clothes.

  There are ten missed calls and even more messages. All asking where the hell I am. I reply to her text since I’m not in the mood to explain shit that I’m not sure of myself.

  Me: Sorry just saw your missed calls and texts. My phone was upstairs in my bag. I hope my message will suffice, and she can go back to partying with Jack, if she even gets this right now. No such luck.

  Irelyn: I was worried that you may have been drunk off your ass somewhere with some douche trying to get in your pants. Where are you?

  Me: I’m fine, Irelyn. I’m calling it a night. I’m in the bedroom that is the first to the right. I locked the door, so I wouldn’t be disturbed by people looking to find a hookup spot. I can unlock it if you’re coming up.

  Irelyn: I’m glad you’re okay. Keep your phone close. If things don’t work out with Jack, I’ll be joining you tonight. Let’s wish me luck, though. I accidentally felt it, and he’s pierced.

  Me: Good luck with that. That’s Irelyn. She sees something she wants, she just goes after it. Michael is a fool for not snatching her up. Most don’t even get that option.

  Irelyn: Thanks, chica. Talk to you in the morning—hopefully.

  I leave the phone next to my pillow, in case Lily or Irelyn call to get in the room, but I highly doubt it. Asher is not going to let Lily out of his sight, especially if he has an opportunity to get some real alone time with her. Plus, Jack would have to be a dumbass to turn down Irelyn, so it looks like I’ll have this wonderful bed all to myself. I’ll ponder the Phoenix thing tomorrow, but tonight I just want to sleep.

  Chapter Sixteen

  Phoenix

  It’s time to get ready for rehearsal this morning, but I don’t even want to leave this room. What the fuck was I thinking last night? The worst fucking demon I possess showed itself last night. Harlow never stood a chance. She started us down that path of me unleashing my kink, but I should have stopped it. I look around this room now, and instead of reminiscing about how good it felt to have her again, I’m ashamed. I fucked up. I didn’t properly assess her readiness for the shit that gets me off. I let my own lust cloud my judgment. Orgasm denial is one thing, but my desire to completely break someone through this denial is just plain evil.

  Experienced submissives will normally enter psychological subspace when denied their orgasm for an extended amount of time. The pleasure is so intense, their mind shuts down, and the body surrenders to the total will of the Dom. The decision to submit comes from the body and not the mind in this instance. It is the ultimate form of submission and a sign of complete control. It can’t be faked. After I’ve reached this pinnacle of control from my submissive’s body, I can then allow myself to come. The submissive is rewarded with multiple orgasms—only this didn’t come to pass with Harlow. I was caught off guard by her tears last night, and I reacted terribly. I came so fucking hard because those tears were like a gift. A twisted, fucked-up gift. It was her surrendering to me in a way that nobody ever has before. Her intense need for me was overwhelming. I fucked her so hard to give her what she desperately needed. I wanted to feel her come around my cock, and she didn’t.

  It was then, the magnitude of my actions hit me. The woman lying there with me was lost in subspace and completely broken. I’ve never been riddled with so much guilt like this. And now to wake up and find out she’s not still here by my side scares the shit out of me. Did I go too far? I know I need to go find her. This may have just set us several steps backward. I need to fix this.

  The house is really quiet, so I’m guessing the guys are still in their rooms hungover. I’m glad I kept my drinking to a minimum last night. I search for Harlow, and I finally find her in the library of all places. Her back is to me as she admires some books in front of her. She pulls one from the shelf, and when she spins around, I’m there in her personal space. She drops the book in surprise. I bend down to pick the book up for her, and I can tell she doesn’t know where to look. She looks all around, anywhere but at me. I place the book back on the shelf and grab her hand. The awkwardness between us is palpable, but I have to try to normalize things again.

  “I’m sorry, Harlow,” I say for the first time.

  “I don’t know why I had the meltdown. Yes, you teased the hell out of me and made me want you so freaking bad, but I can’t explain what came over me.” She sniffles. She looks away, trying not to cry. She turns her back to me—I hate when she does this. The fact that she can’t face me. “God, the fucking tears won’t stop. I’m the one who is sorry. I practically begged to have all of you, and then I completely freaked the hell out.”

  “Fuck.” I cringe. She’s still in an emotional state and doesn’t even have an understanding of why. “Come here, baby.” I wrap my arms around her from behind and just hold her.

  “Sorry, Phoenix. I—”

  “Don’t you dare. You did nothing wrong. I fucked up. I brought you to subspace, not thinking about how it would affect someone who has never experienced it. I will make this up to you. Just please tell me you will let me. Please tell me that my fucked-up desires haven’t pushed you away—” She spins around in my arms and brings my lips down to hers. She kisses me slowly, and this feels different. I lift her so that her legs wrap around my waist. She’s wearing those shorts again, so my hands gladly palm her ass to keep her from slipping. Our tongues meet, and I’m lost in her. I don’t want to let her lips go. I want them bruised from my passion and my need for her. I can feel the tables starting to turn, and I’m powerless to stop it. I suck on her neck, and her little intake of breath makes me hard. I won’t go there with her now, but I sure as hell want to. I want to give her the orgasms she deserves.

  “Well, I didn’t fucking see this coming.” We hear from behind us. It’s Ren. Shit. “Asher is going to kick your ass, Phoenix. What the fuck, man?” I have no explanations for him right now. There is nothing I can say or make up. We’re busted. I let Harlow down and then whisper to her that it will be okay.

  “I’m going to go,” she whispers back. “Talk later.”

  “Don’t say anything, Ren,” she pleads on her way out. He nods at her but doesn’t give her an answer either way. She closes the library door that I fucking left open. No wonder I didn’t hear anyone come in. Not that I would have with Harlow as my distraction, but still.

  “Of all the pussy you have access to now, you choose our band member’s sister?” he fumes. “You know how Asher feels about her, man. This could ruin everything. Why her? Why take the risk?”

  “First off, watch your fucking mouth. Don’t ever compare Harlow to the groupie bitches ever again.” Now I’m the one fuming.

  “Shiiiittt. It’s worse than I thought. How long has this been going on? Are you two a thing?”

  “I don’t know what we are,” I admit. I purposely ignore the how long question. The truth is, I don’t have a clue. I know I don’t want a relationship again, but I want her. Not as a fucking friend either. I want her in my bunk—free to do whatever the hell we want without hiding it. I know I can’t have that with her, though, and it fuels my anger. “Look, just keep what you saw quiet, and shit will be okay.”


  “Whatever, man. This is going to blow up in all of our faces. You want her because you’re not supposed to have her,” he huffs and storms out.

  Could he be right? I have this insane attachment to her, but what if it’s another symptom of my need for control. She’s supposed to be off-limits, and I say fuck the limits.

  The more somebody tells me no, the more I rebel. It’s a scary possibility that what Ren just concluded is indeed my reality. Knowing this doesn’t change the way I feel. I want her. We will not have a repeat of last night, but she will be underneath me again.

  I head to meet the guys at rehearsal. They look like shit, but we’re doing this. Ren is already here and doesn’t make eye contact. Fine by me. What I do with my dick is none of his business.

  “Killian and Asher, set us up with the rifts from Ben Khan’s Drive,” I suggest. They nod and give me the distraction I need. Ren joins us on drums, and the rehearsal begins. I love the sexiness of this song. The sensual lyrics against the melody are definitely a panty-dropper. “Let’s have sex in the back seat,” I sing.

  Wild Silence walks in just as we begin, and Anderson immediately takes his place next to me after grabbing one of the mics. He begins to sing an octave below me, and the shit just works.

  “Fuck yeah!” Ivy yells, looking to find another mic. Asher nods in the direction of one sitting on the piano we’re not using. She grabs it and winks at me. I guess she’s not too upset with me anymore. “Let’s have sex in the back seat,” she joins in a couple of octaves above us. We look at each other with grins on our faces because we know we have straight fire with this one. Even Ren is smiling now.