Page 57 of Caught Stealing

“I have an idea,” I tell him, and I’m back less than thirty seconds later with a solution I’m praying will work. But as Phoenix stares at what I’m holding in my hands, I can tell he’s more than a little apprehensive.

“Is that—”

“Aloe, yeah,” I say, breaking open the skin of the plant.

Even as the clear gel starts revealing itself, the wariness on Phoenix’s expression doesn’t dissipate.

“You’resurethis is aloe?”

“I watched Theo use it yesterday on his sunburn, and he’s still alive,” I answer, crushing the gel in my fist so it will spread better. As I go to smear it over his shaft, he steps away from me.

“His shoulders are completely different than my dick.”

Fair enough, but I don’t see him coming up with any other options.

“It’s this or nothing, Nix. I’m fine with whatever you want, but this is our best bet.”

Meeting his eyes in the dim light, I offer him an understanding smile. If only to let him know that I won’t be pissed if he ends this here and now.

Well, I won’t be pissed athim.Just maybe in general.

I watch the gears spin in his head, no doubt working through his thoughts or whatever he does when he retreats inside himself like this. But if his stepping toward me is any indication, the pros must’ve outweighed the cons.

Tentatively, I reach out and grip him in my fist before covering his length with the gel, paying extra attention to the red, angry tip.

“This is so fucking stupid,” he mutters, but at least he’s arching into my touch as I work him over.

“Probably,” I agree. “But I honestly don’t care. I don’t care if it’s raw or painful or stupid. I just fucking want you.”

His eyes meet mine, and something in his expression changes. The resolve that was lingering there melts away in front of my eyes as he takes some of the aloe from my palm before urging me to turn back around. My chest presses into the bamboo again while he spreads the makeshift lubricant down my crease, and I arch into his touch on instinct when he works the gel past my rim.

Seeking more friction, more pleasure. Justmore.

My heart rate spikes when I feel the head of his cock nudge against the tight ring of muscle, but it’s nothing compared to how it leaps out of my chest the second he breaches me.

“Holy shit,” he rasps, his breath hot on the back of my neck.

A sharp gasp slips out of my mouth as he continues tunneling inside me, inch after agonizingly slow inch. The initial burn of his intrusion is cooled by the aloe as his cock slides in deeper, the pleasure so powerful I might combust from it on the spot.

It short-circuits my brain, stealing the air straight from my lungs.

It’s only when he’s seated all the way to the hilt that I can finally breathe again.

“Oh, hell,” I say on a rough exhale as he pauses, letting my body adjust.

Phoenix lets out a low sound—some mixture of a moan and sigh—as he trails bites and kisses over my neck. His fingers dig into my hips to nearly the point of pain while his mouth explores my skin.

I feel him everywhere. Not just where he touches me either.

Every atom in my body is attuned to him.

He starts moving slowly at first before picking up speed, becoming harder and more punishing. I feel his anger as much as his desire, and I welcome it. Crave it, even.

“Fuck, baby,” he groans. “Your ass feels like heaven.”

His hips slam into me relentlessly, and I press back into him, impaling myself on his cock as much as he pistons it into me. Meeting him thrust for thrust as we climb this mountain together. Bringing each other higher and closer to the peak of ecstasy, ready to jump into the freefall.

One hand leaves my waist and wraps around my shaft, and the dual sensation of his cock and fist fucking me sends me sky-high, straight into bliss.

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