Page 45 of Love Set Free

Phoenix’s touch on my butt is soft and tentative, almost as though he thinks I might not notice what he’s doing if he’s gentle about it. I’d laugh and tell him not to be so silly, if my mouth wasn’t thoroughly occupied and filled with the addition of a tongue that isn’t mine. Phoenix can play with my butt all he wants. I’m not sure why he’d want to–there isn’t even enough there to grab to fill his whole hand. But if he finds somethingappealing about touching and squeezing the thin padding I’ve got, he’s welcome to it.

I have a different objective in mind for my hands. I’m gonna get them on his dick. He didn’t let me do it last night, but I’m bound and determined that I’m gonna wrangle and tame that one-eyed snake this time around, no matter what it took.

While Phoenix is distracted by my butt and mouth, I slip a hand past the elastic waistband of his briefs and, without giving myself time to think too much about what I’m about to do, I grab ahold of his dick.

“Holy shit!”

He definitely wasn’t expecting that. Phoenix nearly bites my tongue when his head jerks in surprise, and his yelled swearing is loud enough to cause me to flinch.

“Hey, watch it, Phee,” I gently scold him, for both the near bite and the yelling.

“Sorry, sorry. But jeez...what the heck are you doing?”

I think it’s pretty obvious what I’m doing, but I go ahead and answer his question with a teasing question of my own. “What does it feel like I’m doing? I can’t have messed it up already. ‘Specially because how can you mess it up? It’s a hand and a dick. Apply one to the other and let friction take the wheel.”

“Yes, yes, of course. Obviously, I can tell you’re stroking my cock...” I suit actions to words and jerk his dick firmer and faster. “Jesus. Fuck. Babe, fuck. Okay, yes, you’re definitely stroking my cock...” Hmm. I must be doing something right–I’ve got Phoenix panting and groaning. “I just…I just… You really want to do that?”

I lightly nip his chin with my teeth, his evening stubble prickly against my lips, in retaliation of him doubting my words. “I said I did, didn’t I?” I narrow my eyes at his grumbled acknowledgement. “Well, I meant it,” I tell him. “I want to touch your dick, so I’m touching your dick. I want to stroke andsqueeze your dick, feel how hard and thick and hot it is in my hand, so that’s what I’m doin’. Your only job is to lie there and let me. And to, you know, come all over me when that time comes.”

“God damn, you are so fucking hot.”

Phoenix’s voice is full of awed admiration. I don’t agree with his assessment but, just like with his puzzling desire to put his hands on my scrawny butt, I let it go. If Phoenix wants to think I’m hot, I’m not going to be the one to disabuse him of that notion. I’m realistic about my looks, but I’m not stupid.

“Fine, since you seem so determined to do this…might as well get the full experience. Do it right,” Phoenix says. He drags his hand off my butt long enough to yank his underwear down to the tops of his thighs, freeing his thick, hard dick, then it’s right back to cupping and fondling the flat, nonexistent bounty of my butt.

Now that I’m not hampered by the constricting barrier of his underwear, I readjust my grip around Phoenix’s dick. I’ve got a good solid handful of it now and I go back to giving it long, intentioned pulls.

“Oh, yeah, that’s good. Just like that, babe, keep going.”

Phoenix tugs my hair, pulling my head back, and his mouth descends on my neck. Nibbling, licking, sucking, my neck is his new meal. And he’s still hungry.

I feel hot, nearly feverish. My pulse is hammering; surely, Phoenix must notice it pulsing away in the hollow of my throat. If I didn’t know better, I’d think I’m feeling the stirrings of arousal.

But I can’t be. My own dick is still as soft as Phoenix’s is hard—that is to say, very.

However, I can’t be fussed to untangle the knots of what the heck is going on with me right now; I’ve got bigger fish to fry at the moment. As in, I’ve got a dick to jerk and one Phoenix Wilding to make come.

I like the feel of his dick in my hand, but I can’t help but think that I might have a better chance of getting him off if I can also see what I’m doing. I’m also a bit curious to know what Phoenix’s dick looks like. I’m used to the way mine looks when it’s hard; it’ll be interesting to see how his compares to mine. I already know that it feels thicker than mine, but what are the other differences?

I certainly can’t get a good look at Phoenix’s dick with him tipping my head back and blocking my downward view with his own head. That’ll never do. So, I reach up, with the hand not on Phoenix’s dick, place it on top of his head, and resolutely nudge him down and out of the way. Phoenix takes this action as an encouragement to turn his sucking, nibbling, licking attention to my collarbones and chest.

The jutting wings of my collar bones, more visible now after the events of the past few months, offer up plenty of real estate to worship with his mouth. The flat plane of my chest, not so much. As with the lack of fleshy padding on my butt, I can’t imagine what Phoenix would find attractive about my chest. It’s so flat, only the fleshy nubbins of my nipples breaking up the continuous, even surface, you’d think that I had no flesh or muscles whatsoever in that part of my body, all skin and bone.

But there seems to be something Phoenix likes about that part of my anatomy—he’s emitting audible rumbles of enjoyment and exploring each and every scant and scrawny inch of it.

I let him have at it. As long as he’s enjoying it, that’s all I want. And with him moved further down my body, I’m able to shift and angle myself better to gain my own objective—seeing the hot and firm column of dick I’m jerking off.

My eyes swivel down to look at it and my immediate impulse is to quickly flick my gaze away. Because seeing is believing and it’s hard to deny that I do indeed have another man’s dick in my hand now that I have the visual evidence of it. But I force myeyes to lock on and not look away from taking in all of the details of Phoenix’s dick.

My visual inspection of it confirms what my hand already thought—Phoenix’s dick is a fair amount thicker than mine. They look to be about the same length when erect, though. And for having such fair skin, his hard dick is flushed a deep ruddy color. The head, damp and slickened with pre-cum, is flushed a dark, plummy-purple magenta.

It looks odd—my hand wrapped around a dick that’s not mine. It looks obscene—the wet, oozing, sticky head poking in and out of the tunnel of my fist. Lurid. Weird. Wrong. It’s all of those things…and none of those things.

I love it.

Dislodging the wet, hot wrap of Phoenix’s mouth around my nipple, I quickly slither down the bed and jam that lewdly moist, dripping and engorged cockhead between my lips.

“Holy fucking hell! Jesus Christ. Jackson!”

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