Page 51 of Love Set Free

Perhaps I should be embarrassed to admit such a thing. What sort of man in his mid-twenties goes so long without having sex? It should particularly be mortifying that the reason comes down to it being that long since anyone expressed an interest in having sex with me, along with my own lack of desire to put forth the effort to persuade anyone to develop an interest.

It should be, but it’s not. I’m not embarrassed by my long dry spell. Nope, I’m grateful for it. It gives me solid ground to stand upon as I lay my argument for not needing anything between us when Phoenix makes me his.

A rumbling sound, near to what I’d call a growl, rises up through Phoenix. He rubs his nose, his mouth, his cheek againstthe underside of my chin, as if he’s marking me with his scent. Or as if he’s trying to fill all of his senses with me.

“I’m all clear, too.” I absorb the soft words into my skin. “I’ve been tested…you know I was tested…”

I do know. I know it was part of the workup he went through before his surgery. And I’m sure Phoenix would’ve told me if anything serious had turned up during those tests. Nonetheless… “I don’t care,” I tell him. “You could tell me you shoot instantly fatal, deadly venom from your dick, and I still wouldn’t want anything between us. I want you, only you, filling me…marking me…claiming me as yours.”

We’re roughly the same height, Phoenix and me, but suddenly, as his mouth takes mine in a bruising, consuming kiss, he feels bigger. Blanketing me, surrounding me, blocking out anything that isn’t him. He’s all I can sense—a large, overpowering weight of security and control.

“You are mine.” My lips are parted, awaiting more kisses. Above me, Phoenix’s dark eyes are a magic pool that will take me to a new world. I want to dive in. Swim down to the depths, following his silent, siren song, to find a new home hidden within his soul. “Every time I’ve touched you, I’ve claimed you as mine,” he says. “But if we do this… If I fuck you, and fuck you raw, filling you with my cum… Mine is how you’ll stay. I won’t let you go. You can beg, you can run…but you’ll always be mine. I won’t let you go.”

“Please.Please." The aching, agonized cry that leaps out of my mouth isn’t because I don’t want everything that Phoenix is threatening. It’s because I do. More than my next breath. More than anything. “Do it. Take me.”

Hands on my thighs, pulling, pressing, sweetly shoving my legs up. My knees are being introduced to my shoulders, as Phoenix wedges his body between my splayed legs and drags my ass to him with bruising fingers dug into my hips.

The head of his dick greets the entrance to my hole with a wet, hot kiss. Time suspends, a moment stretching out into eternity—waiting, waiting—dangling over the precipice of the future we desire.

Phoenix takes a deep breath. Hearing it, feeling it, I know I should breathe, too. I should breathe. I should. But my breath is stopped, caught in my lungs, as Phoenix presses forward. Time also stops.

Then time, and air, crash into me, my lungs heave for breath while my mouth opens in a silent yell, as pain burns and seers and rips through my senses.

Perhaps I shouldn’t have pushed Phoenix to abandon his stated intent to go slowly. I felt so full, so ready, speared with two of his fingers. I thought I was prepared for more. I was wrong.

Ocean-waves of sound crash and break around me. It takes a bit—a longer than I’d like bit—for the pain in my ass to recede enough for me to make out the words in all that ebbing and flowing tide of noise.

“Jesus, babe. You’re okay? Tell me you’re okay. Fuck, you feel good. Amazing. So good. Too good. Jackson? Sweetheart? Say something. Please say something. Need to move, but I need you to tell me you’re okay.”

Intentions of never lying to Phoenix again fall to the wayside as I murmur, “I’m okay.”

Although, it only half feels like a lie. The overwhelming physical intrusion, of part of him into a part of me, is less than pleasant. But even that is fading with each pounding thrum of my heart. Of greater importance, though, is the knowledge of what my pain and discomfort signify. Phoenix is inside me. A part of him is inside me. His body is merged with mine.

We’ve become one.

Against that, pain is insignificant.

“Babe?”

“I’m good. Really,” I tell him again. Because, I am. This is what I wanted. I want Phoenix to use my body. I want him in me, taking me, claiming me. His pleasure is my pleasure. So, I really am fine.

This time, my words serve as a key to unlock the chains of his restraint. With a mighty groan, Phoenix’s hips pull back, then knock forward again. Back and forth, a two-step dance of give and take, his dick forges a home inside my ass.

“So good. Feels so good. Thank you. Thank you. Thank you.”

Each sobbing groan of gratitude re-awakens the dormant beast of lust inside of me. My miraculously hard dick had returned to its softened state due to the pain of Phoenix’s entry, but it roars back to life, hard and wanting, from knowing that I’m giving Phoenix what he needs.

His body is a machine of beautiful, moving muscle and sinew beneath my clutching hands. Each flexing roll of his hips, each rippling bunch of his back, each trembling crunch of his stomach…a symphony of strength, taking pleasure in what is his.

“Sorry, so sorry. Not going to last long.” Phoenix’s hips punch forward, a jolting emphasis to his apology. “You feel too good. My perfect, perfect sweetheart.”

His words—his straining, needful words—spark fire in my veins. A fire that flares brighter and hotter with each repeated thrust of his dick.

There’s no space between us. We’re a solid, unbroken mass, chest to chest, hips lined up with hips, groin meeting groin. But my hand finds the space between us that doesn’t exist and I wrap my fingers around my hard length.

I stroke, or perhaps Phoenix’s body forces my hand to move, up and down, whimpers of agony, of relief, of need falling from my mouth.

“Yes, yes, that’s it. Make yourself come,” Phoenix orders. “Want you to come. You’re going to come with me, this time.” His tone leaves no room for disagreeing; he will be heard and obeyed. “C’mon, babe. I’m so close. Almost there.”

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