Page 50 of Love Set Free

It’s not enough. “Jesus. Not too slow,” I pant.

“But I want to make it good for you,” Phoenix says. “Want you to enjoy this.” His words are almost innocent. Definitely sweet. But, oh, that smile. That smile is evil. Deliciously, delightfully evil. He knows what he’s doing. He says that he wants me to enjoy what he’s doing, but his smile says he’s the one doing the enjoying in this moment.

“I will, I will.Ungh. More, give me more," I plead. His hand is still slowly, lightly,torturouslystroking my dick.

Pre-cum oozes from my slit, a dampness that does nothing to quench the thirst of my need. Phoenix licks his lips when he notices. Then he leans down and licks the fluid away, leaving a different wetness behind.

I choke on my yell, instead letting out a garbled, warbling whine of demand. Wordlessly asking, begging, for him to do it again.

His dark eyes promise torture, but my Phoenix grants me mercy, bending back over to tease and lick and suckle up and down the length of my needy dick. Those lips, those full, lush lips that I love to nip and suckle, crush and adoringly worship with my own…I’ll reluctantly sacrifice kissing him, if it means Phoenix’s perfect lips are wrapped around my dick.

I don’t want—except that, I do. I do want to be a needy bastard who grabs hold of Phoenix’s head and shoves his mouth further down my dick until he devours it all. I’m so hard in his mouth,a column of solid titanium gliding over and along the velvety, wet heat of his tongue. I can’t remember ever being this hard. It’s almost enough to be concerned about; it can’t possibly be healthy to be so hard, so throbbing, so aching…so fit to explode at any one of my next thunderous heartbeats, at any one of Phoenix’s devilishly perfect, fiendishly glorious sucks.

My hands make their way into Phoenix’s hair. While the barber cut off great heaping chunks of mine, Phoenix only had the length of his neatened up. So there’s still plenty of long, silky strands for me to grab hold of.

I try to be gentle. I try to be subtle. I try to be merely encouraging and requesting.

I don’t know if I succeed.

The head of my cock hits the back of Phoenix’s throat. Then, somehow, he’s taking me even further down into his throat. And I don’t know if it’s me forcing him to, or if he’s being just as demanding and needy as I am and doing it all of his own desire.

It feels so good, so consuming, so mind blowing, that I don’t at all notice a wetness, a foreign stickiness, somewhere further down below my balls, until there’s a pulling stretch, a wrong-direction push, in a location that no one’s ever presumed to go before.

Phoenix’s mouth leaves my dick with a gasp. The sudden draft of cool air on my spit-wettened, lust-fevered, sensitive skin brings a chill. But his words, his “fuck, fuck, feel so good, gonna be so good squeezing around my cock” …those heat me right back up.

“God, you’re taking my fingers so good, babe.”

“Fingers?” I gasp. “As in…more than one?”

“Mmhmm.” Phoenix nuzzles his face against my balls while he tells me, “I’ve got two fingers buried in your ass. The first one slid in so nice and easy, and now a second one, too… It’s like yourass is hungry for me. Such a tight little hole, eager to let me in. So needy, so ready to be filled.”

I am. I am. I am so needy. I need Phoenix. I need him. Any part of him, every part of him. I need him to be a part of me, inside me, until I feel like we’ll never truly be two separate people again.

“Is that what you are, babe? So needy for me to get my cock in you?”

It’s like Phoenix can hear all the desperate pleas tumbling around in my brain. “Yes,” I moan, relieved that he knows what I want, without me even needing to say the words.

Restlessly, I shift beneath him. I feel full with his fingers plunging in and out of me, but not full enough. The drag of his tongue—against my balls, my cock, the space between my balls and my hole, my inner thighs—feels so very good, but it’s not enough. The weight of his body, settled between my splayed legs, feels heavy and grounding, but it’s not enough. I need more. I need, I need…

“Please,” I whimper, begging Phoenix to stop this slow torture he seems set on and to get on with what I need—his dick inside me, merging us and filling me up with him.

End it does, but not in the way I need. He pulls his fingers from my ass, but instead of immediately filling my empty, waiting hole with his dick like I want him to, Phoenix shifts his weight like he’s about to get up and leave.

No, no, no. Where is he going? He can’t just leave me here. Can he?

He only gets a few inches between us, before I wrap my arms and legs around him and drag his body back down on top of mine. “Nooo… Where’re you going? Want you inside me. Need you inside me.” I rain fevered, urgent kisses on any bit of his skin I can, mumbled, fragmented, begging demands seasoningthe taste of Phoenix’s sweat against my lips. “Take me. Make me yours. Use me. You promised.”

Phoenix strains against the constricting hold of my limbs. “Babe…” A ragged chuckle roughens the edges of the endearment. “I need to grab a condom before we go any further. You’ve got to let me up. Just for a little while,” he says.

“No.” It’s instinctive, my refusal. There’s no thought behind it, just a pure, instant, and complete negation.

“Jackson, sweetheart—"

“No,” I repeat, still just as sure and absolute the second time I say it.

It’s not something I’d considered before this moment, but now that we’re here… I can’t imagine anything coming between Phoenix and me. I want us to be completely one, a single thing, no longer Jackson and Phoenix. I want us to be, need for us to be,JacksonandPhoenix. Where you can’t tell where one of us ends and the other begins. I don’t want a single barrier between us, not even one as inconsequential as a thin layer of latex.

“I’m clean,” I tell him, my words coming out in a rush. “I haven’t been with anyone else in…years. It’s been years.”

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