My heart thumped so hard it felt like it was knocking around in my chest, ricocheting off my ribcage. “Can I,” I gestured toward my clothing, “take these off?” At his nod, I stood and stripped while he leaned against the workbench and watched me with a keen eye. “This would go a lot faster if you helped,” I teased, pulling my T-shirt over my head. Of course, I had to use two hands, no doubt looking nowhere near as sexy as him.
He lifted one sculpted shoulder in a shrug. “Then I’d miss the view.”
I tossed the shirt aside with the rest of our discarded clothing and returned to my previous position—on my knees, hands behind me. “And did you enjoy the view?”
Phoenix pushed off the workbench and stood straight. “Hell yeah, although you naked on your knees is even better.” He ran a hand through his hair and exhaled slowly, then pulled his shoulders back.
The frantic energy surrounding us changed as he pulled me forward, and I sank onto his dick again. He rolled his hips in a wave motion, stretching out the movement and letting my tongue stroke him. I tightened my lips and sucked as hewithdrew. He let out a low, dirty moan when I applied more suction.
My gaze drifted up his naked body, following the trail of glistening skin up to his flushed neck and cheeks, and his dark, tousled hair. He was perfect. I could say with confidence that I looked like a complete wreck, yet I also knew without a doubt that we made for a beautiful picture in this moment.
I swirled my tongue over his tip, then gently pushed inside. Phoenix shuddered, and his thighs shook. He stared down at me with a new intensity that I felt all over my skin. I was desperate for him.
“Stand up,” he ordered in a hoarse whisper. I slid him into my mouth one last time, then released him. He helped me to my feet and shifted us. “Hold on to Frosty,” he said, pressing down on my shoulder blades gently and running his palm down my spine. My forearms draped over the ancient snowman.
“Mmm, so hot,” I muttered. “If you’re too tired to finish, I can turn around and let him have his way with me with the carrot. I always did love a bignose!” I yelped the last word as a sharp smack on my left ass cheek startled me, and I sucked in a breath through my teeth from the sting. But Phoenix gently rubbing away the pain, and knowing that I now had his handprint temporarily tattooed on my ass, made me moan and stick my ass out. When I glanced over my shoulder, he was kneeling on the concrete.
“We may only have a few minutes of peace left, so I thought I’d better make it count.” He winked as he spread me apart with his hands, then dove in with his tongue.
For the briefest of seconds, the thought crossed my mind that perhaps I should be embarrassed to be riding my best friend’s brother’s face in the garage of their vacation home, but it slipped away as I melted into the pleasure of his tongue. He reached around and started to jack me off. Between the hot, wet pressurein my hole and the jackhammer pace he had going on my dick, I was spasming around his tongue in no time. As my orgasm let loose, he collected what he could in his hand. I rested my forehead on my arms on the stupid snowman’s head, panting heavily and watching through the gap in my arms as Phoenix got himself off using my cum as lube. Soon, his cum mixed with mine in his hand.
I didn’t know why that was so hot, but damn, it was.
He stood, and I pushed off of Frosty and straightened up. When I turned around, without saying a word, we came crashing together into a kiss that was all uncoordinated lips and tongues, with our arms wrapped around each other, and hands alternating between roaming over heated skin and holding on tightly, like we couldn’t get close enough.
We’d both just come less than two minutes ago, so you’d think we’d be completely spent right now, but that was apparently not the case. Phoenix grabbed beneath my ass cheeks and pulled me up, and I wrapped my legs around his waist.
“My God, Jonas,” he murmured into my neck in between kissing and sucking on my skin. “I can’t get enough of you.” I tilted my head back for a moment to give him better access, and his hot kisses and curious tongue traveled along my collarbone from one side to the other. “Tasting every inch of your skin is my new addiction.”
“And I’m so happy to be your dealer,” I said, and then grimaced when I felt Phoenix’s smile against my shoulder. “That sounded a lot sexier in my head, sorry.”
He brought his head up and kissed me on the mouth again, a softer, less intense but no less heart-stopping kiss. “Don’t apologize. I love it.”
I chuckled and shook my head. “It was definitely cheesy. Thank you for humoring me, though.”
“I’m not humoring you. I mean it. All of it. You are my Jonas dealer. I need to taste every single inch of you,” he said, kissing a different part of my neck after each of the last few words. “It’s my fantasy, goal, and addiction.”
This man was sweet perfection.
“Oh, really?” I asked, threading my fingers through his hair. “I’m a part of your fantasy?”
“Yeah, this amazing body of yours is the star of all my fantasies,” Phoenix replied, his voice all low and rumbly.
Goosebumps pebbled over my skin. “That sounds nice,” I whispered.
“Do you have any?” he asked.
“Any what?”
“You know, fantasies?”
I’d been having fantasies of this man for what felt like forever. The specifics had changed and morphed over the years, but the one constant was him.
“Oh, um,” I began, nibbling on my bottom lip as the most recent one came to mind. “There is this thing that I’ve kinda been thinking about the last couple of days.”
Phoenix leaned back just enough to see my face. “Do tell.”
“You’re going to laugh at me.”
