The first strike of his tongue has me pulling away because I’m still so sensitive, but he tightens his grip, keeping me in place so he can feast.
It’s too much. Too intense.
“Phoenix,” I plead.
But he doesn’t let up. He continues licking me like a fiend.
Like he’s memorizing my taste.
The thought sends my chest plummeting, and I have the sudden urge to do the same to him. “I want you in my mouth.”
I look down to find him watching me. He sticks his tongue out—intentionally taunting me with the explicit visual of him flicking my glistening pink flesh—before sinking between my lips.
I grip the bedsheets. “Holy…God.”
His mouth forms a suction over my clit…so hard I cry out and my legs shake.
I mewl and writhe, propelling into his jaw as he wrenches another orgasm from me. One that’s so intense a choked sound rips from my throat and a gush of liquid trickles out, saturating the sheets beneath me.
I have no time to be embarrassed though, because Phoenix spreads my legs wider, lapping every drop before he grips the undersides of my thighs, pinning my legs to my chest.
Trembles and spasms rack my body as he attacks the delicate area between my pussy and butt before spreading my cheeks. And then his tongue is there, circling my puckered hole. A garbled noise flies out of me and I squirm, my breath coming out in short, quick pants as I struggle for oxygen.
Phoenix Walker is going to kill me tonight. I’m sure of it.
The second he rises up on his knees, I spring up, gripping his shirt. “You have one minute to put your dick in my mouth or I’m leaving.”
It’s a threat I don’t mean, but one that works.
A cocky smile spreads across his face before he closes the distance between us, giving me another kiss that makes my brain scramble.
My need for him eventually breaks through the haze, though. I jerk his shirt over his head and push his jeans down, freeing his erection.
A rush of heat spreads throughout me. His cock is every bit as perfect as he is. Thick, huge, veiny…beautiful.
Giving himself a languid stroke, he lies down on the bed and I situate myself between his legs.
The white bead of liquid on his tip trickles onto his stomach and my need to taste him rises to dangerous levels.
However, Phoenix is the one in control because the moment I lower my head, he wraps his hand around his base and smears the precum along my lips.
His eyes turn hooded as I lick it, savoring his flavor.
That rich gravelly voice reverberates in my chest. “Open.”
When I do, he gradually feeds me his cock.
My mouth stretches so wide it hurts as I glide my tongue along the underside of his length.
He raises his hips, hitting the back of my throat.
Increasing my suction, I gag on his dick, taking him in deep pulls that have his face twisting with pleasure.
The groan that erupts from him sends little shivers up and down my spine. Ignoring the discomfort in my jaw, I fervently suck him harder and faster, unable to get enough.
The muscles in his thighs contract and he growls. “Fuck.”
Another growl leaves him and he pulls out abruptly.
I’d ask why he stopped, but the carnal look he’s giving me, along with the way his chest rises and falls, tells me everything I need to know.
He crooks a finger. “Get the fuck over here. Now.”
When I don’t move fast enough, he tugs me until I fall on him.
His lips claim mine, his tongue devouring every inch of my mouth as he rolls us over so he’s on top. His cock nudges my entrance, and he rubs himself against my slit, coating his shaft with my slickness.
My heart revs into overdrive and I’m about to reach between us so I can put him inside me, but he grabs both my wrists, securing them above my head with one of his hands.
His gaze darkens, and I expect him to start fucking me…but he doesn’t.
Those blue eyes search my face, like he’s trying to store every feature in his database so he’ll never forget.
I find myself doing the same, taking in those ocean pools of depth, the sensual shape of his lips, his structured jawline and sharp cheekbones…for the very last time.
A sharp sting punctures my rib cage and I squeeze my eyes shut before a tear has the chance to fall.
Losing him shouldn’t hurt this much.
His voice is a painful rasp I feel in my marrow. “Lennon.”
He presses his mouth to mine, threading his fingers through my hair as his tongue parts my lips.
Our tongues tangle, our kiss a potent mixture of anger, regret, and sorrow.
As though we’re both acknowledging the clock we’re racing against is about to end…