Page 46 of Love Set Free

My mind whirls with joy at Phoenix’s loud and profane reaction. Otherwise, it’s silent. No silent, objecting noises, no mental protestations or freakouts. Nothing going on at all in my brain other than the knowledge that, what I’m doing, it’s giving Phoenix pleasure.

I slurp, slurp, slurp and lick, lick, lick, all around and up and down, as much of Phoenix’s dick as I can. I could probably try to shove more in, but the amount of his length I have in my mouth, it’s not too much. I figure I may as well aim for being comfortable for my first attempt at sucking cock; I can always challenge myself to more the next time.

And, yep, I’m already resolved that there’s going to be a next time. The taste of it is…well, I’m not going to lie, I’d rather be chowing down on most of anything other than the musky, briny, slightly bitter mouthful of Phoenix’s dick. But hearing him pant, and groan, and moan, and beg, feeling his hands pleadingly grabat my head, having the heavy, solid, thick column of his dick throbbing against the fleshy cushion of my tongue…that’s a high of satisfaction I’ve never known before.

“Jackson, babe, I’m gonna… Shit, I’m gonna come.” I’m sure he means it as a warning, but all I do is take Phoenix’s groaned words as a gold star on a job well done. “If you don’t want… You should pull off sweetheart. Or else…”

Best threat my ears have ever heard.

I’ve been doing more licking and drooling than sucking, so Phoenix’s dick is a slobbery mess of my saliva and his pre-cum. But now I tighten my lips around his shaft and I slurp up all of that mess, while getting ready to suck down the additional mess that’s to come.

It only takes a few minutes of concentrated sucking and then, “Shit, shit, fuck. Coming. Fuck.” Splodge after splodge of concentrated flavor of Phoenix lands thick and goopy on my tongue, backed by Phoenix’s moaned chorus of cursing.

I saw someone eat an oyster once. And much like the strategy they used in consuming that dubious, gelatinous delicacy, I quickly swallow and glug the liquid offering in my mouth, trying to get it down without letting the taste linger in my mouth for too long.

Phoenix rolls limply onto his back. One of his hands is still resting on my head and he begins to slowly, softly drag his fingers through my hair. Tingles race from my scalp and down along the back of my neck, making me almost want to lean into it like a hound angling for some scritching.

“Jesus, I can’t believe you… What was running through your mind, babe? What made you want to… You literally just got done telling me you were straight so…your next move is to suck my cock like my cum holds the answers to the universe?”

There’s a note of annoyed confusion in his voice, and I get the feeling that nothing else is going to happen tonight until Phoenix gets some sort of answer that he can make sense of.

“I am straight.” It’s the simple truth as I know it and that’s how I relate it, as a truth. “Until you, I’ve only been with girls. Uh, women. Only a few, mind, ’cause about the only ones who were interested in foolin’ around with me were the ones who weren’t terribly picky about who all they fooled around with. And those sorts of girls are harder to find than you might think.”

“So, then, why—"

I roll up to sit on my butt. Shrugging my shoulders, I attempt to give an explanation to something I don’t understand. “I don’t know why,” I admit. “But it’s because it’s you. When I see you, it’s not that I’m seeing a man; I seeyou. Phoenix. And when I touch you…when you touch me…it’s you touching me. Not a man. You. And that…I want to make you happy. I want to please you.”

At this moment, it’s hard to look Phoenix in the eye, so I don’t. My eyes looking down toward my lap, I poke a finger at the ugly, bony knob of my knee. I still don’t get why Phoenix would be attracted to me.

Hesitantly, I ask, “For now…can that be enough? That I want you to touch me and that I want to touch you back. Does it really need to be anything more than that?”

Phoenix reaches over and grabs my hand, pulling it away from my knee before I can jab at it enough to form a bruise. Lacing our fingers together, he tugs and encourages me to lie down next to him. His skin is hot and damp with sweat against mine where we’re pressed together. But with his other hand, Phoenix still reaches down and pulls the fluffy comforter over our mostly-bare bodies.

The room is quiet as I wait for Phoenix to respond to my question. But instead of an answer, he says, “House, BedroomTwo, lights off.” Before I even have a chance to gasp in surprise, all of the lights in the room slowly fade, until they turn off completely, plunging the room into deep gray darkness.

There’s a safety in being unable to be seen and I allow myself to marvel, once again, at the foreign stratosphere of wealth I now find myself landed in.

The curtains aren’t drawn, so weak, silvery moonlight softens the dark, and shines shimmering sparks along the particles of the air. Those sparks dance and twirl before eyes growing heavy with sleep. Slower and slower I blink, the distance between awake and asleep getting shorter and shorter.

Just before my eyes stay shut, and sleep pulls me firmly into its arms, I finally get my reply.

“Okay.” The word is a gently whispered sigh. “That can be enough. For now.”

Chapter Twenty-Eight

Phoenix

“How are you feeling? Do you need some more Tylenol? Something stronger?”

The words are almost, word for word, exactly what came out of Mom’s mouth when she ambushed me in the kitchen. Unlike with Mom, though, a gush of warm affection rushes through me when Jackson asks me. His worry is adorable; Mom’s is…intrusive and smothering.

“I’m fine sweetheart,” I answer, setting the tray I brought upstairs down on the end of the bed. “So fine, I managed to go downstairs and snag some breakfast for the two of us.” I nod toward the tray, which is laden with a selection of cut fruit, a couple of danishes, and two mugs of steaming hot coffee.

Jackson sits up, the rumpled bedding pooling around his hips and exposing the naked expanse of his lean chest. I hungrily eye austere lines of his body, much more interested in devouring him than anything I grabbed from in the kitchen, even after the celebratory orgasm he sucked out of my dick last night. And the second one I had in the very wee hours of this morning, humping my dick to sticky gratification against the taut curve of his ass.

“You… When did you do that? Just now? I didn’t notice you gettin’ out of bed.” Jackson glances at the tray, his pale blue eyes still bleary with the remnants of sleep and showing his confusion. “I woke up when I heard a door close, but I thought it was you just going to the bathroom. I didn’t realize you’d left the bedroom entirely.”

“Mmhmm. You were sleeping so peacefully, I tried to be quiet so I didn’t wake you.”

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