Phoenix Rising: Issue #2 (Pretty Boy Rock)

by S R Watson

  We find another song for Ivy and me to do a duet to before we wrap it up. Tonight is going to be epic. Now to fix things with Ren. No need for shit between us to be weird. I get his concern. Taking the high road can be pretty damn exhausting, but I need our band focused on our music and not on my sex life.

  Harlow

  “Where did you disappear to last night?” Lily inquires. We’re backstage watching our guys perform from the monitors in their dressing room.

  “I was around,” I answer nonchalantly.

  “You hear that, Irelyn? She was around.” Lily giggles.

  “I heard,” Irelyn says, joining the laughter.

  “The funny thing is, I guess Phoenix was around too. I overheard the guys looking for him a couple of times to do some shots. They assumed he was with Ivy, but I happen to know she was upstairs hooking up with the lead singer, Jude, from Insanity.”

  “That little slut. I guess she likes her lead singers,” I joke. This news makes me immensely happy. Let her move on to someone else.

  “Nuh-uh.” Lily shakes her finger. “Don’t try to change the subject. Did you have your own hookup session going on with a lead singer?” I try to turn away from her because I don’t want her to see my guilty expression, but I’m too slow. “You little bitch,” she laughs.

  “Hush it. Irelyn went off with that Jack dude, and you were with Asher. I was a sitting duck,” I explain.

  “And what? You ran into Phoenix, and your legs fell open?” Lily teases. Irelyn cracks the hell up.

  “That’s the real reason you didn’t return my texts until later, isn’t it? He wore you out, and then you needed to go to bed early,” Irelyn jokes. If she only knew how accurate she was.

  “You two are terrible.” I roll my eyes. “I’ve already said too much.” I’m not going to give them a play by play. Their vanilla minds couldn’t handle it anyway. I wonder how one would classify my mind since it’s no longer vanilla, yet I’m not all that experienced either?

  “We already know you were with Phoenix,” Irelyn says. “I hope you know what you’re doing. The mouth always says one thing, and the body does another. Be careful, and don’t let your guard down. If you’re just getting a little of that yumminess for yourself, I say good for you.”

  I give her the thumbs-up. “I agree,” Lily says. “Now that the mystery of where you were is figured out, let’s fix ourselves a drink.”

  “One drink,” I agree. I don’t need a repeat of their last show where I needed a babysitter and had Asher pissed at me. I pour myself some Jameson from the guys’ stash, and I’m hit with memories from last night. A tingle hits me between the legs, remembering drinking from his mouth. I’m watching him perform with Anderson and Ivy, but he has my complete attention. He’s singing about having sex in the back seat, and all I can think about is wanting that with him. My pussy picks now to get her act together—when I’m not actually getting the dick.

  I see Ivy put her slutty hands on his chest as she sings the lyrics with him, and I swear my heart skips a few beats. Phoenix backs away to keep from being obvious in his diss. He smiles at her but then goes to the front of the stage and seduces the women in the crowd. He lifts his tank to show off that fucking washboard of his, and they go nuts. His reaction to Ivy was subtle, but not so much to us. Irelyn and Lily turn to look at me, and we smile because he didn’t give in to her advances. She needs to just stick with that Jude guy and leave Phoenix alone. I finish my Jameson straight and watch the rest of their performance on a high. He is going to get so much pussy for that move. I’ll see to it.

  Tonight is our last night at the mansion. We’re heading to Texas in the morning, where they have three tour stops. Irelyn leaves in the morning, but I’m craving Phoenix. I need to make up for last night. We’re sitting around the bedroom talking about her hookup with Jack last night, and his piercing, but my mind keeps wondering where Phoenix is. I know Wild Silence is still here too. What if she got her hooks in him now.

  “Call him, Harlow,” Irelyn says suddenly.

  “What? No. We need to enjoy your last night here before you have to go back.”

  “Look, I can see your mind is preoccupied, and I can’t say that I blame you.” She smiles. “You know once you two are back on the bus, there will be no chance for sex, so get it now. I’ll cover for you if anyone asks.”

  “Are you sure? I mean, I can come right back. I just need to see him,” I explain.

  “Yeah. See him inside you.” She’s in hysterics now.

  “Very funny.” I shove her, and she laughs harder. “I’ll be back. Nobody should be looking for me. I know Killian and Ren have their own hook ps. Asher is somewhere up Lily’s ass.”

  “Probably literally,” Irelyn says, laughing at what I just unknowingly insinuated. “Now go so you can get back and tell me all about it.” I roll my eyes but let her push me out the door.

  I walk out into the hall just in time to see Ivy knocking on Phoenix’s door—the same room he had me in last night. He opens the door only halfway, but I can’t make out what they’re saying. He finally looks past her and sees me. I don’t want to know if he lets her in, but I don’t want to retreat back to the room with Irelyn either. I can’t face the questions that will surely come from her about why I’m back so soon. I head downstairs with no plan in mind. I finally decide to head to the library again, sure nobody will be in there. I’ll wait about an hour and go back to the room with Irelyn. My mind is running a mile a minute. Why isn’t she still upset with him after the whole Melissa showdown? Did he make it up to her somehow? Did he only sidestep her advances on stage because he knew I was watching? God, I’m so stupid. I bet she won’t freeze up and zone out like I did last night. I bet a woman like her knows how to handle him.

  I pace from one end of the room to the other. I look up when I hear the door shut and the distinct click of it being locked. “So where were we before we were interrupted earlier?” Phoenix asks, standing by the door.

  “Don’t you have Ivy waiting on you?” I sass. He closes the distance and has me pinned against the bookshelf so quickly, I barely have time to react.

  “Does it look like I care? You’re the one I came to find!” He secures my arms above my head with one hand while his tatted arm slides under my shirt and underneath my bra. He massages my tits, and just like that, all my anger just leaves my body. I close my eyes, but they snap open when he nips at my lips. “Keep them open,” he commands. He removes both of his hands, but somehow, I just know to keep my arms above my head. He digs in his pockets for something, and I think he’s searching for a condom. I know we didn’t use one last night. Bad idea, but I know he’s usually diligent about wrapping it up. I still remember the freak-out he had when we first slipped up. I hope that it’s only me that he can be free with because I need him in me now. The hotness raging in my jeans means I’m ready tonight.

  “I need to come, Phoenix,” I say brazenly.

  “And come you shall, Harlow. That I can promise.” He smirks.

  Chapter Seventeen

  Harlow

  When Phoenix pulls my black lace panties from his pocket, my jaw drops in shock. I guess he found them in the room. He sniffs them, and something about the act makes me wetter for him. He runs them along my cheek as he instructs me to open my mouth. When I do, he puts my fucking panties in my mouth. Holy shit! The ache is unbearable now. This is so dirty, yet so damn hot at the same time. I keep my arms above my head and watch as he slides his belt from his pants. He loops it around my wrists and then tightens until my wrists are securely bound.

  “Three rules, baby,” he says. I nod my understanding, so he continues. “No touching. No looking away. No screaming, Harlow.” I nod again and watch as he undoes the button of his jeans. I try not to melt against this fucking shelf when he makes a show of getting naked for me. His body is so damn beautiful. His thick, pink erection is its own masterpiece. It should be framed in a gallery somewhere as evidence a cock can be this gorgeous. I can’t ev
en look at it without wanting it in my mouth. “See something you want, Harlow?” he asks, noticing all my focus on his dick.

  I can only nod since he has me gagged. I could spit out the panties, but where is the fun in that?

  “Hmmm. I bet.” His eyes darken with mischief, and I know shit is about to get real. He pulls down my jeans and panties in one pull.

  He removes my shoes so I can step out of them. He then flips my shirt over my head and lets it rest behind my neck, further constricting my arms. He unhooks my bra from the front and lets it fall open to him. My whole body is one sensitive ball of need. He kisses my neck and massages my tits with both hands. I’m trying not to close my eyes like he instructed because I know he wants me to watch, but it’s hard. When his tongue swirls around my nipples, I can’t help the moan that escapes around my panties. He just smiles up at me as he continues his path south.

  “You have the sweetest pussy, baby. My dick has been hard for this all day,” Phoenix tells me. He drops to his hands and knees in front of me and wraps one of my legs around his shoulders. With the first lick to my clit, my eyes close of their own accord, and he stops. My eyes snap open, and he rewards me by continuing. He sucks on my clit, and every nerve comes alive. He slides a couple of fingers in me and begins to finger fuck me. I’m riding his hand, and I can feel my orgasm building. He sucks harder, and it takes everything in me not to fucking scream. His finger makes a come here motion, and I squirt everywhere. The waves won’t stop. He puts my leg down mid-orgasm and turns me around. He positions my arms to rest on the Queen Anne chair next to us. He uses some of my wetness to coat my ass before telling me to push out.

  We’ve done this before, so I know what he wants me to do. He slides his dick into my ass slowly and begins to massage my clit. My orgasm rolls right into another one as I push back further onto him. He surprises me by pulling the panties from my mouth.

  “Whose ass is this, Harlow?”

  “Yours,” I answer without hesitation between moans. His pace picks up, and his balls slap against my pussy. Anyone that happens to pass could hear the punishing fuck he’s giving me, and it makes me that much wetter for some reason.

  He drives deeper in me, and I want him deeper still. I can’t get enough.

  “Shit, I’m going to come, baby. Where do you want it?” he asks through shaky breaths.

  “My ass,” I reply. Crazy how he can fuck the shyness right out of me.

  “In or on,” he seeks to clarify. “Tell me, baby. I can’t hold on anymore.”

  “Wherever you want, baby,” I assure, echoing his term of endearment. He slams into me now as he races toward his own release. Seeing him come undone is enough to send me over the edge with him. He continues his assault on my clit while he comes, making sure to milk every bit from me. He comes inside my ass, his choice of where being made clear. I’m so spent that my legs threaten to buckle underneath me. He undoes the belt and rubs my wrists.

  I sink down to the floor, and he follows me down. “That was hot,” I say after I finally catch my breath. I remove my shirt and bra the rest of the way.

  “Agreed,” he says, rolling over onto his back. “Now get that sexy ass up here. I’m not done with you yet. Far from it.” His engorged cock lengthens along his stomach, and my greedy pussy pulsates from the sight. I straddle his thighs, finding my second wind. I lift slightly, so he put his dick where it needs to be before I ease down his length. “So damn wet,” he comments.

  I start to move. I start slow, indulging in the feel of his thickness filling me to capacity. But then his hands grab my hips, and I know my perceived control is being snatched right out from under me. He slams me down on his cock in time with the thrust of his own hips. He bounces me on his dick until our rhythm is one.

  “Your dick feels so good inside me. I can feel you so deep, Phoenix,” I cry out. I take us faster as I feel the telltale sign of my orgasm. I’ve lost count of how many he has given me tonight.

  His finger enters my ass, and he slams into me even harder.

  “How deep do you feel me now, Harlow? Now that I’m filling you from both ends?”

  “Unnnnnnnnn,” I moan. I can’t form a coherent thought, let alone actual words.

  “Those fucking tits are fucking amazing to watch while you take my dick in your slick pussy and my finger in your ass. Your skin is flushed, and I can tell you’re about to explode all over my dick. The clench of your pussy tells me you’re so close, baby.” His fucking dirty talk undoes me. I explode all over his cock, just as he predicted. He brings my grinding hips to a halt so I can feel his throbbing deep within my walls. We stare deeply into each other’s eyes as our orgasms intertwine in one epic fucking release. Something passes between us. I can’t put my finger on it, but I can feel the change.

  He slaps my ass and gives me the sexiest grin ever. “Now, to get you back to your friend, babe. I know you want to spend a little time with Irelyn before she leaves,” he suggests.

  “What about you? Are you going back to your friend to?” I tease, referencing Ivy.

  “Not a chance,” he assures. “Now get your sexy ass dressed before I hold you hostage here as my sex slave.”

  I hope he doesn’t think that’s supposed to be a deterrent. That just makes me want to stay. “So convincing,” I remark.

  He gets up first and hands me my clothes. “Get going, sex fiend. Gah, I may have created a monster.” I take my clothes from him and begin to get dressed. How could a girl not fiend for that tool between her legs? After all, isn’t that what Ivy is sniffing around for? His cock is such an addiction, and his skills are the drug. I think I’ve figured it out. I giggle out loud.

  “What’s so funny, princess?” he challenges.

  “Nothing. Nothing at all.” No way am I telling him about my newfound addiction. Or is it an old addiction that I just relapsed with? I double over in laughter when I see his curious stare.

  “That’s it,” he warns. He rushes me and throws me over his shoulder. My jeans dangle from my ankles. He smacks my ass a few times before he slides a couple of fingers beneath the fabric of my panties. When he finds my entrance, he thrusts his fingers in me a few times until he has successfully turned me on. The minute I begin to grind against him, the fucker removes them. “Laugh at that, sweetheart.”

  I love our easy banter. I refuse to let him see just how worked up he has me, though. He lets me down, and I continue to get dressed. My giggles are definitely gone through. Score point goes to Phoenix.

  “Thank you for sending for Irelyn. That was so sweet of you,” I mention. “I’m sorry I’m just getting around to thanking you. We’ve been a little preoccupied.”

  “I try, but you’re welcome. I knew you had to be missing her. Besides, I would say you thanked the hell out of me a couple of times,” he admits. I want to thank him again with my vagina, but I’m afraid that may just increase my raging vagina inferno. My insatiableness knows no bounds right now. I blow him a kiss instead and head back to the room to be with Irelyn. She is lying across the bed with Lily when I enter the room.

  “How was it?” Lily asks before I can get a single word out. That damn Irelyn. Now these biotches are going to gang up on me.

  “Look at that blush,” Irelyn instigates.

  “You two are the nosiest biotches ever,” I say, flopping on the bed next to them. “He gave me his cock, I came, the end.” I leave out the part about how he managed to make me horny again before sending me on my way.

  “Yeah, and you’re no fun,” Lily rebukes. “You’re leaving out all the juicy details. I would tell you all about my nasty sex with Asher, but I’m sure you don’t want to hear that.”

  “Ewww. No way. TMI, Lily. I don’t need that mental image in my head.”

  “See? Just because I can’t share doesn’t mean you can’t. That man is sex on a stick. Just curious if it’s all just looks or if he can walk the walk too.”

  “I already know the answer to that question,” Irelyn teases. Lily pinche
s her. “What? I’ve known her way longer. That was one of the first questions I asked when she started tapping that.”

  “Hush, Irelyn. You are such a dude sometimes. Women don’t tap anything. We don’t have dicks,” Lily retorts. She then looks at me, waiting for the deets.

  “Okay fine. Yes. He’s the total package. He gorgeous, he has a massive, beautiful cock, and he knows how to use it. The man is both talented and blessed,” I conclude.

  “Jesus woman. I see why you’re all over that,” Lily jokes.

  “Mhmm,” Irelyn agrees. “I’m surprised you came back. I would have ridden the brakes off that. I love you, but he would have had to pry me off.”

  “Who says he didn’t?” I ask Irelyn. “He actually encouraged me to spend some girl time with you before you left, even though I had planned to anyway.”

  “He’s definitely growing on me,” she admits. Yeah, me too. It’s impossible to just walk away and be his friend again after the mind-blowing orgasms and all the sweetness from him. I won’t chase him, but just maybe I’m open to being caught if he wants me. I don’t want to get ahead of myself. There’s no reason to believe things will progress past the sex this weekend. No expectations equal no disappointments.

  We spend the night gossiping about the sorority girls back on campus, my ideas for the book, and about the homework Lily and I are already behind on. Exhaustion finally consumes me, and I fall asleep on their asses.

  Phoenix