by S R Watson
Take back control... Make my escape from these demons I face.
This is my warning to you.
This is your chance to be free.
Don't give in to the hunger I crave
because I can't be sated.
I want to leave it all behind
I want to leave it all behind
I want to leave it all behind
Before I know it, I’m closer to the stage than I thought. Not the front row, because it is a frenzy up there, but close enough for him to see me. I see the moment he does a double take. I forgot all about this sexy persona I’ve taken on for the night. These are the lyrics he shared with me that nobody else had heard that day at the arboretum. The lyrics are finished and are beautifully arranged with the band. His voice is tender and vulnerable right now. I can’t stop the tears from welling in my eyes. Crap. I can’t mess up my makeup. Luckily, I’m able to keep the tears from falling.
Phoenix holds my stare as he pours his heart out into the chorus. An unfamiliar feeling passes through me and squeezes my heart. Suddenly, this is all too much. Memories from that day flood my mind, as well as the other few times he showed me a different man than he shows everyone else.
I back away from the stage slowly until I back into Irelyn. “This song is amazing. It’s so different from their other stuff.”
“Yeah,” I agree dryly.
“It is perfect for Desiree to see. It shows their versatility. These guys can rock hard, but also be vulnerable and sultry. I think it’s hot. Not to mention, I’m seeing Killian in a new light. The way his fingers are strumming that guitar is making my lady parts tingle.”
“Ugh, Irelyn. TMI.” So it seems my friend has set her sights on Killian. He’s sweet enough but is equally a manwhore like Phoenix.
The guys switch it up to Until the Ribbon Break’s version of “One Way or Another,” and it’s sexy as fuck as Phoenix’s voice lowers an octave briefly. They’re really showing their range tonight. Unfortunately, with it, his flirtatiousness makes a reappearance. He kneels at the front of the stage, and the women break their necks to touch him. He’s really keeping security on their toes tonight as the women have to repeatedly be told to back up. God, I can only imagine once he really gets famous. It’s bad enough he already has a fan club. Those women at the front of the stage are the same ones from the last time I was here, and the time before that, with a few new additions. The thirstiness among them is contagious, it seems.
I watch as he leans forward and uses one finger to stroke between the cleavage one blonde has squeezed together with her hands.
She squeals at the contact. The women next to her try to offer up their tits as well, but he just winks at them as he backs away from the edge of the stage. The special moment I thought I shared with him in a room full of people has been officially ruined.
“Look at those thirsty bitches,” Irelyn says in disgust.
“You’re in my head again, woman. I was just thinking that.” I shake my head. “Come on, I want another drink.” I don’t wait for her to answer. I make a beeline for the bar, and she follows me. I see a couple of college frat guys I recognize from campus. I don’t know their names, but I’ve seen them around before.
“James, Mike? What are you AKL boys doing here?” Of course Irelyn would know who they are. She is such a social butterfly.
“Alpha Kappa Lambda in the house,” the blond hoots.
“Don’t mind Mike,” the ginger says. “Who’s your friend?” So the redhead must be James. Irelyn looks over at me and smiles.
“This is my best friend, Harlow,” she says a little too excitedly. I see her matchmaker wheels turning. I admit James is cute—red hair, blue eyes, and freckles. He has a nice build too. Not as nice as Phoenix’s, but muscular enough. I’m not really looking to meet or date anyone, but he could be just what I need to give Phoenix a taste of his own medicine. I can do a little flirting of my own.
“Hello, Harlow. Such a pretty name. Nice to meet you.” He and Mike exchange glances. Yeah, this one is just as slick. He may or may not have his own fan club of women, but I can tell he is a whore magnet all the same. The conversation seems normal enough, but it drips with undertones of mischief. His eyes roam my body, but I can’t even blame him. My shit is on display for him to ogle.
“Same here,” I say, trying to sound interested as I shake his hand. Mike introduces himself, and we all have a seat at the bar. I’m glad because these heels aren’t made for much standing around either.
“So what are you ladies drinking?” James asks.
“Mojito,” I reply. I try to stay with the same drink and not mix.
“Long Island,” Irelyn says. Of course, she has no problem switching it up. I have yet to see mixing alcohol be a problem for her, though. The guys order our drinks, and I look over at the stage where the band is now performing The Color Morale’s “The Dying Hymn.” Phoenix’s vocal range really is ridiculous. Those guys can go from soft rock to hard-core without any effort. They keep the crowd guessing and have a little something for everyone to rock to.
In a matter of seconds, Phoenix is looking right at me. I cross my legs and lean closer to James until he takes a seat next to me to wait for our drinks. Let the flirting begin.
I control the urge to flinch at the feel of James’s hand pressed against my lower back. He’s all smiles as he tells me about his fraternity. He thinks I’m impressed, and I don’t tell him any different. I giggle at the appropriate times and rest a hand on his knee. I don’t know if Phoenix can see this spectacle I’m putting on from the stage, but I hope it’s not in vain. Irelyn winks at me, but I hope she knows this act is for show. I’m not interested in James.
“So what do you like to do?” James asks.
“Read.” I take a sip of my drink and bat my eyelashes. This is really hard work. How can women do this all the time? It’s exhausting.
“That’s it?” he quizzes.
“Mm-hmm.”
“You’re such the talker,” he muses. “What do you like to read?”
“Romance novels. Erotica, to be exact,” I lie. I mainly read paranormal to escape reality, but whatever gets him going. I might as well have fun.
“Oh, the dirty books. It’s always the quiet ones. I bet you get some fantastic ideas from them.” He wags his eyebrows. “Any fantasies you want to fulfill?” What a creep…such a gentleman this one.
“No. I’m good.” I’m not going to even lead him on. Whatever conclusion he draws about how tonight is going will be derived on his own. “So, do you play any sports?” I recognize his football class ring and take the chance that he still plays.
This changes the subject, and he is all too happy to talk more about himself and football. After a couple more drinks, I can feel the buzz of the alcohol. Okay, maybe a little more than just a little buzz. I’m not fall-on-my-ass drunk, but I’m definitely heading in that direction. It’s been a while since I’ve allowed myself to drink this much. I blame James and his incessant talking. The band's music has long faded, and music from the overhead speakers has taken its place. I know their set is over, but I’m not sure what time it is. I don’t even want to think about the after-show ass Phoenix is probably getting right now.
“You ladies want to get out of here?” Mike asks over Irelyn's shoulder.
“And go where?” Yeah, I’m living on the edge right now. I don’t plan on doing anything with James, but I wouldn’t mind making Phoenix wonder why we aren’t riding home with them. It’s not like these guys are ax murderers. They go to our school.
“I thought maybe we could grab a bite to eat and then find an after-hours pool hall,” Mike suggests.
“Good idea,” James says in agreement.
“I’m down,” I say, getting off my barstool. The fucking floor sways underneath my feet.
“Are you sure, Harlow?” Irelyn asks hesitantly. “You look kind of hammered.”
“Absolutely. And I’m fine. Yes, I have a buzz, but I’m completely w
ith it.”
“Okay, if you’re sure then—” She doesn’t get a chance to finish that statement. Her eyes go wide, and I feel him before I see him. Phoenix’s hands snake around my waist and pull me to him.
Chapter Thirteen
Harlow
“Where do you think you’re going?” he whispers. His breath against my ear ignites my traitorous body.
“With these guys,” I say, pointing at James and Mike.
“Wrong answer, sweetheart.” Phoenix pulls me back into him even further, and this time the thin barrier of my dress between us doesn’t miss the impressive bulge in his jeans. “Sorry to break up your plans, fellas, but these ladies came with us and will be leaving with us.”
“It’s the ladies’ choice,” James replies, puffing up his chest. Phoenix steps around me and squares off with him. With one look, you can tell it wouldn’t even be an effort. This guy has to be crazy because Phoenix would pummel his ass. The size of Phoenix’s biceps alone should be a clue.
“I don’t think so. Her brother is out back and asked me to let them know we’re leaving. There doesn’t have to be a problem unless you make it one.” James is about to smart off, but Irelyn steps between them.
“Uh, it’s okay. Another time, guys. It’s late, and he’s right. We came with them,” Irelyn says to defuse the situation.
“Harlow, a word please!” Phoenix pulls me toward the opposite of where the guys are waiting. “Irelyn, we’ll catch up with you in a sec,” he says, looking over his shoulder. I double my steps, trying to match his stride. I only agree to go with him to get him away from the dumbass that was foolish enough to think he could challenge him.
“Where are we going?” I’m too buzzed for this shit. It’s becoming blatantly obvious that these heels and alcohol don’t mix as I work to remain upright.
Phoenix doesn’t say a word. His jaw clenches, and for the first time, I recognize that he is upset with me. We turn into a hallway to the left. He opens the door to a dark room and pushes me in. What the fuck? Some light from the street shines through from the above windows to clue me in that we’re in a storage room.
“What the fuck are you wearing, Harlow?” Phoenix is on me again in seconds.
“I…I…” I stutter. I don’t know what to say. His voice is different—strangled. His demeanor is different too, more aggressive.
“Did you wear this for me?” His hand inches my dress up until my thong-clad ass is on display. He turns me, facing away from him, and pushes me against the shelf. “Answer me, Harlow. You’ve gotten my attention. You’ve had it all night. I had to give the performance of my life with my dick hard.” He rubs his dick against me, and even through the jeans, it’s a turn-on. This is not supposed to be happening, yet I’m powerless to stop it.
He slips a hand in the front of my panties and begins to rub my clit. My hips follow his ministrations.
“Yes.” I admit that the dress was for him. Only he has managed to awaken a woman in me that I don’t recognize—pull me out of the shell I thought I was destined to reside in.
“Yes, Sir.” He corrects. What. The. Fuck?
“Sir?” I question.
“Hmm. Now you’re catching on.”
“What are you talking about, Phoenix?” He rubs harder against my clit, and I moan.
“You wanted him, and so you shall get him,” he says cryptically. He continues to work my clit until my juices are flowing. I know I should be putting a stop to this after his easy dismissal last weekend, but shit, my pussy doesn’t want me to. I hear him unzip his pants, and it gets me even more heated. Within seconds, I feel his dick rub against my ass, and I’m dripping for it.
“Pleaseeee,” I beg. The wait is unbearable.
“That just happens to be the magic word, sweetheart.” He leans me forward and rubs my pussy from behind. His hand is soaked in my juices. He coats my ass with these juices, and I immediately tighten. I suspect where this is leading. When I feel the head of his cock at my entrance back there, I know that I’m correct. I’ve never been taken there. It’s the one place that has remained mine. “Relax and let me inside, Harlow. Let me be the first. Let me claim this ass.”
How did he know it is uncharted territory? At this moment, I want to be sexually liberated. It’s not like it’s some sacred act I need to save for marriage. I’m tainted goods anyway. I may regret this in the morning when he goes back to ignoring me, but tonight I’m owning my sexuality. I say when and how. It’s up to me, and I want to be fucked by this sexy as hell rock god.
Phoenix
I watch as indecision wages within her thoughts. I want her to be sure about what she is about to give me. I don’t think she realizes this is the first real test of her submission to me. This is a pivotal point. If she agrees, she is giving me something that she has never shared with anyone else. Her reaction to my dick being in such proximity with her ass clued me into its virginal status. She had the same reaction last time we fucked. I could have had the pussy by now, and we could have already been out of here to meet the guys, but I don’t want that. I want her submission, and I want her to give it to me. This act will prove that she’s surrendered her mind and her body to my will.
I thought I could stay away from her. I wanted to. Then she came in here tonight in a dress so out of character for her, and I couldn’t resist. Not because she looks sexy as fuck, because that is undebatable, but because that in itself was a hint at her ability to submit—her readiness. She wanted to get my attention—needed to show me she can be desirable. There is no question that she wasn’t into those dickfaces. The show was for me. The fact that she stepped so far out of her comfort zone for my benefit shows that she was willing to put what she thought I deemed appealing over her own comfort.
I’m selfish in that I can’t ignore the signs, yet I’m not a complete asshole to take advantage of her vulnerability. I don’t think she even recognizes this trait in herself. It fucking made my dick so hard on stage, I wanted to jump off stage and fuck this shit out of her that instant. Even now, a bead of cum forms at the tip of my dick. I mix it with her wetness already pooling around her asshole. I think I’ll burst from the anticipation when she gives me a timid nod, giving me the green light. There is no putting the fucking demons away now.
“Hell, yes,” I say in approval. “No clenching, sweetheart. Just push out as I push in.” I slip a condom from my pocket and roll it over my dick. I wet it with some of my saliva before repositioning myself at her entrance. I don’t have any KY jelly handy, so our body’s natural lubricant will have to suffice. Upon insertion, there is a slight flinch, but I tighten my grip on her hip. “Relax,” I encourage soothingly.
I use one hand to reach around and massage her clit. As she begins to wiggle in my arms, I know it is the distraction she needs. She pushes back toward me, and I use the opportunity to slide in farther. When I’m more than halfway in, I pause to tease her further. I place little kisses along the back of her neck.
“Uhhhhhhh,” she moans incoherently.
I push farther until I’m in to the hilt. “Are you okay?”
“Yes,” she says breathily. I’m sure the alcohol is working in my favor.
“I’m going to move now, babe.” She nods her head, and I pull out slightly before pushing my way back in. Fuck, her tightness feels so damn good. I give her a few more slow strokes to make sure that she is acclimated to the size of my dick. When I can tell she is getting into it, I increase my rhythm. I grab both hips now as I slam into her. “Your ass feels amazing, Harlow. Fuuuuuuck,” I groan. I can feel a tightness in my balls already. I’m not going to last much longer. I need her to get there. I finger her pussy as I drive into her ass.
“Phoenix,” she moans, and I know that she is close. I find her G-spot and her floodgates open. Holy hell, she comes all over my hand, and it is such a turn-on. I fuck her faster until I reach my own orgasm. My dick throbs in her, and I know that this can’t be the last time. My three-time fuck rule has vanished with her
. She has appealed to my demons. Now, I have to have her. Although I’m not changing my mind about not wanting a relationship, I’m willing to loosen some of my rules to give in to her temptation. She has submitted to me, and I want to expose and share my kink with her.
She has no idea the door she just opened. We savor the moment for a few seconds before I slide out of her. I lead her to a restroom, here inside the storage room. I turn the water on and grab a few paper towels to moisten before handing her a few. These will have to do. We can’t both go back to the truck smelling like sex. I’m sure Asher is wondering where we are by now, but I couldn’t wait another second without answering the submission she had unknowingly given. Once we got back to the house, it would have been too late.
Harlow shyly turns her back to me, to shield my view of her cleaning herself up. I have my work cut out for me, breaking down the rest of those walls, but I’m definitely up for it. I let her be for now, though. I wash up the best I can with water alone and tuck my dick back into my jeans. When she’s done, I lead her back out into the club. No words are spoken as we make our way to the truck.
“There you two are. Where have you been? I thought I was going to have to come in after you,” Asher says.
“Harlow got a little sick and needed to pray to the porcelain god for a bit,” I lie. She shoots me a look of disbelief. Her eyebrows knit before she schools her face to play along.
“Yeah. I’m feeling a lot better now,” she adds.
“You’re going to have to slow down on the drinking, sis. Don’t drink so much that you make yourself sick,” Asher chastises.
“I’m fine, Asher,” she assures. She narrows her eyes at me, and I smirk. Better that little lie than me tell him what his baby sister was really getting into.
