Page 170 of Before You Fell

“Phoenix.”

“That’s not specific.” He licks me once more and pulls back.

My hands fist in his hair and I yank his head back to make sure he looks at me.

“Get your fucking mouth on my pussy,” I say, “before I sit on your face and take what I want myself.”

Phoenix laughs and lowers his mouth. This time there is no teasing. His mouth is open and hungry. His tongue slides through me slowly before he seals his lips around my clit and sucks.

The sound that leaves me is desperate.

His fingers slide back inside, two of them, curling immediately, finding that spot with focused precision, working me from the inside. He strokes that spot in a rhythm that builds so fast that my vision starts to blur at the edges.

“Oh… God, please,” I gasp, tugging at his hair. “Don’t… stop this… time.”

His fingers curl inside me and press, causing my whole body to go rigid.

“Phoenix…”

He does it again and again, working that spot with devastating accuracy. I can feel myself getting wetter with every stroke.

My orgasm hits. It doesn’t build to a peak. It fucking detonates. Brutal and blinding, tearing his name from my mouth in pieces as my hands fist his hair so hard my knuckles turn white. My pussy clenches around his fingers in long deep waves and he works me through every single one as my whole body shakes itself apart.

I can’t breathe. I can’t think.

I can only lie on my living room floor as Phoenix drags every last pleasurable pulse from me.

He eases off slowly. Soft kisses against my inner thigh. The trembling skin of my stomach.

When he finally lifts his head, his mouth is wet, and his eyes are wild and dark. He’s so proud of himself that it should be criminal.

“That was fucking hot,” he says.

I am too overstimulated to respond.

He crawls up my body and kisses me, pushing the taste of myself into my mouth. I moan into it because there is no point pretending I don’t love it. His body grinds into mine, his cock thick against my thigh through his sweats.

I reach between us toward his waistband.

He catches my wrist and rolls, flipping us so that he is on his back and I am straddling him on the living room floor.

Phoenix looks up at me. His eyes are glittering with dark satisfaction. He tucks his hands behind his head like the arrogant asshole he is. His chest rises hard beneath me, abs tightening under my thighs.

“Your turn, Wills.”

My pulse pounds because I can feel his hard cock under me.

I get back on my feet.

“Stand up,” I say.

Something shifts in his eyes as he rises to his feet.

I hold his gaze as I sink slowly to my knees in front of him. A muscle flicks at the side of his jaw as his breathing grows harder.

His cock twitches.

“Fuck,” he breathes, the word dragged out of him. “You did that on purpose.”