The slurring gets closer, along with the sounds of unsteady footsteps.
“You stupid shit stain,” the man yells. “Your whore mother should have done the world a favor and aborted you. You’re not my son, you’re a good-for-nothing leech and one day I’m gonna fucking kill you.”
Holy crap. Anger races through my veins as I release him from my mouth. The awful things that crazy man is yelling are positively vile.
You’re not my son. Disgust rolls through me as I realize the belligerent asshole is most likely Phoenix’s dad.
I’m about to give the bastard a piece of my mind, but Phoenix reverses, peeling out of the trailer park so fast I get whiplash.
I sit up in the passenger seat. “Was that your father?”
Jaw clenching, he tugs his pants up, but otherwise remains silent.
It’s enough confirmation for me.
“Where are we going?” I ask when he speeds past Storm’s house.
Only then does he speak. “I’m taking you home.”
I don’t want to go home, but what happened has obviously put a damper on what was turning out to be the best night of my life.
But way more important than that, I don’t want him going back to that trailer. Ever.
His piece of shit father threatened to kill him. That’s not only scary…it’s straight-up abuse.
While my dad won’t like the thought of a guy crashing on our couch, I know once I explain what happened, he’ll give in and let him stay for however long he needs.
Instead of pulling up my driveway, Phoenix parks under the large oak tree a few feet down the street.
“I’m gonna ask my dad if you can stay. He won’t like it, but—”
“I’m not staying at your house,” he interjects. “Storm lets me crash at his whenever I want.”
I was already eternally grateful to Storm for breaking through the pig-slop crowd and ushering me out of the party, but now I have another reason because he gives Phoenix a safe haven.
“Okay.” I squeeze my eyes shut as a swell of pain flows through me. “Does what happened tonight happen often?”
Once again, he doesn’t answer. I’m now realizing that his silence following difficult questions are the answers.
When I open my eyes, I notice that he never put a shirt back on and his pants are still hanging open.
Reaching over, I ever so gently sweep my fingertips over the bruise. “Did he give you this?”
Nothing.
The need to soothe him in some small way comes over me, so I lean over and softly brush my lips against the bruise over and over, wishing my touch alone could make all his pain disappear.
Phoenix releases a jagged breath, and I notice his cock is rising.
His voice is a rough scrape. “Lennon.”
I can’t tell if it’s a warning or a request, but I go with the second option and wrap my hand around him.
A low groan pushes past his lips when I tongue and suck his plump head.
However, when I stretch my mouth over his length, he halts me.
My cheeks heat with embarrassment because of course he doesn’t want a blow job right now, he’s going through something traumatic.
I start to move away, but he grabs my hand and places it back on his dick, guiding it up and down.
A startled gasp flies out of me when his free hand tightens around my throat. His hold isn’t strong enough to suffocate me, but enough that it makes breathing a little more difficult.
Inclining his head, he inhales me.
“Jerk it faster,” he rasps, running his lips along the side of my throat. Both his words and the vibration have my nipples hardening.
Closing my eyes, I speed up my movements.
His deep, melodic voice rolls over me, holding me hostage. “You’re so sweet and innocent.” I’m about to remind him that what I’m doing right now is neither sweet nor innocent, but his teeth graze my neck. “The thought of corrupting the shit out of you turns me on so fucking much.”
That makes two of us.
He draws my skin into his mouth with enough suction I know he’s going to leave a mark.
I not only welcome the pain, I crave more of it. “Harder.”
His teeth clamp down, nipping and biting until I whimper and shudder.
A low groan tears out of him and he fists the base of his dick while I’m on the upstroke. “I’m gonna come.” Taking over, he gives himself a hard and fast tug. “You want some of this?”
I want whatever he’s willing to give me.
Dipping my head, I close my mouth over his tip and slide down as far as I can. A moment later, a coarse, ragged sound cuts through the air and a spurt of hot liquid hits the back of my throat. I suck him down, not wanting to waste a single drop.