Page 39 of The Boy Who Loved Wicked
Chapter 13
Sebastian
“Love is appreciating to such a degree that you feel overwhelmed with joy.”
~Plato
Iretrieved the bags from the back of the SUV while Phoenix approached the front of the house on slow feet. By the time I’d closed the trunk there was no sign of him. I followed the thin, disturbed patch of snow on the grass to the back of the large, rustic Adirondack-style home. Phoenix sat in a chair on the wrap-around porch.
Setting our bags down on the wooden deck, I took the seat next to him, and we stared out into the woods as the sun retreated.
“This is where he told me,” he said.
“I should have predicted this would be too hard for you.”
“No.” He pulled the flaps of his wool coat together. “I feel close to him here. Closer than I have in years.” He blew into his hands. “Thank you.”
“Anything for you.” Truer words had never been spoken. “Let’s go inside. The temperature’s dropping with the sun.” I extended my hand, palm up, asking with that gesture for him to place himself in my hands, for him to allow my strength to bolster his, and to trust that I would keep him safe. He smiled and took what I offered.
I’d ensured that everything was set up for our arrival. Groceries delivered, and enough cut wood to run the fireplace for the duration of our stay.
After getting the tour from Phoenix, he’d admitted to feeling “weirded out” by sleeping in the master bedroom that his mom and dad had shared. So while he showered, I dragged the king-sized mattress from the bedroom to the living room, setting it down in front of the fireplace.
I removed the candles and bottle of lube from my luggage, and worked on setting the mood. There would be no condoms. We’d gotten tested at my insistence soon after I filed for divorce and we’d decided to embark on this relationship. For me it was necessary, for Phoenix a formality and a way to be a part of the process.
“You’re such a romantic,” said Phoenix.
Naked except for his underwear, he remained several feet away as I smoothed the silk sheets over the mattress. The wood-beam ceilings were a mile high in the open plan home. It should’ve taken an eternity to warm the place, but seeing Phoenix stand there, his hair curling and dripping onto his shoulders, took care of any temperature issues for me.
Lit candles peppered the otherwise dark room, and a fruit platter perched on the edge of the stone fire place. “Am I? Don’t think I’ve heard that before.”
“Well, you are,” he said. “I have a feeling I’ll never forget this night.”
“No, you won’t,” I promised. He chewed the inside of his bottom lip, and it made me want to grab him and kiss him hard. “Get comfortable. I’ll be back.” With my bag in hand I headed for the bathroom, stopping to stare as he sat gracefully onto the mattress, his back muscles flexing as he reached for the fruit dish. He was the most beautiful thing I’d ever seen.
Returning and running a towel over my wet hair, I asked, “Leave any for me?”
He gave a sheepish look and held out the last strawberry. “I was hungry.”
I chuckled, waving him off. “I’m kidding. It was all for you. Although, I did plan to eat a couple off of you and to feed you the rest.”
His shoulders fell. “Why didn’t you tell me?”
I tossed the towel somewhere and crawled over him, snickering as my lips pressed against his pout. “You’ll have plenty of opportunity to feed me tonight.” I kissed him in earnest then. No tongue. Just a sucking of his lips between mine. First the top, then the bottom. Over and over. I rolled us so he hovered above me, and then sat up to catch his neck with my teeth, placing my mark above his collarbone while wrapping my arms around him in a vice grip.
“Don’t tease me tonight. I’m ready.” His breath came out in shaky stutters.
Coyotes howled from somewhere in the hills, but we kept our eyes glued to each other. I held him in place by his nape, and his hands skimmed over my shoulders and arms in an agitated manner as his breath punched into my mouth. I did plan for our first time to happen this weekend, but had hoped to ease into it over the course of a couple days. But one look at him confirmed there would be no relaxing until my claim on him was cemented in that way. “We go at your pace, we stop when you say stop.”
“Okay.”
I poured lube into his palm and got to all fours over his prone body. “Touch me, Phoenix.” Giving him something to concentrate on, I lowered my mouth to his, applying the barest amount of pressure at first. I twisted my head, sending my tongue inside, exploring as if the warm heat of him was something I’d only just discovered and didn’t know my way around yet. He tasted of ripe peaches and fresh berries, and I had to sample more of him. Our noses crushed together, trapping our air, and I dove as far into his mouth as possible, knowing it would only be a matter of time before we’d need to breathe. I licked along the edges of his searching tongue, my teeth meeting resistance from his.
Phoenix whimpered, and I tore my lips away, my hips retreating and sliding forward through his fist. “Are you okay?” I kept fucking his hand as I waited for his answer.
“Yeah,” he panted, swallowing, nodding. “Yes.”
“Bring your knees to your chest and hold the backs of your thighs, sweetheart.” My cock bounced off my abs as he released me, and I adjusted my position so he could do as asked.
