Page 76 of Phantom
“The next time you come will be on my cock, I can’t stand to think of your tight cunt squeezing anything else.” I nod my head in agreement, unable to do anything else while my body is overwhelmed with sensation. My muscles in my lower belly, my arms, my thighs, all tense as I feel the wave rising within me, begging to crash down. I push against Sol’s eager tongue, ride his fingers, and tug on his hair, forgetting that I want him inside of me when I come. I’m too consumed with chasing that peak, like a constant scale up and up and up the keys of a piano and just when my body’s about to reach the highest note, he stops, withdrawing from my core entirely.
“Sol!” I cry out.
My eyes snap open. I hadn’t even realized I’d closed them and it’s just in time to see Sol stand and tug his loose pants down, revealing his long, massive cock. The head weeps with precum, and I see the wet stain it’s left on the fabric, but my eyes widen at his size and my legs begin to close instinctively.
“Wait… no, you’re too big. I can’t.”
He wraps his hands in my hair and tilts my head up to see the determined look in his eye. “You will take me, Scarlett.”
“But,” I protest, even as he coats his length through my arousal with his other hand. “I’ve never… I can’t—”
“Shh… shh… shh… pretty muse.” He lays his forehead against mine and whispers against my lips. “You will take me, Scarlett. I will stretch this tight pussy, until all you crave is my cock inside you when you come.”
He explores my opening with his shaft, pushing in slightly. I shake my head, despite the fact that I desperately want to be full of him. A small whimper escapes me as his thick cockhead spreads me apart.
My inner muscles tighten and his hand leaves his cock to caress my spine, while the other keeps a firm grip on my hip.
“Relax,mon amour. I will never hurt you more than this. Not unless you beg for it.”
“Please, Sol…” I plead now, although for what, I’m not sure. Part of me desperately wants to come, but I’m also more than a little nervous about my first time hurting like hell.
His hand kneads gently down my spine and rests on my other hip as he rocks in and out, a little deeper each time. I grab the collar of his T-shirt and tug him closer. The trapped air in my lungs escapes on panting breaths.
I tell my body to ease the tension while inhaling one unsteady breath through my nose. On my exhale, Sol’s fingers dig into my hips and he suddenly thrustshardinside me. I scream out his name and clutch his shirt. He curses before wrapping his arms around me, as if to keep me from somehow running away from him when he’s speared inside me. The strong embrace is surprisingly comforting though, and his warm whispers against my forehead soothe me as my body adjusts to this delicious invasion.
It takes several breaths before I realize he’s humming against my forehead and playing with my hair. Calm trickles through me and my heart rate begins to normalize. My knuckles are white against his dark shirt and he gently pulls them apart with one hand before placing my hands on the keyboard. I immediately clutch the lip of the piano and depress the keys. My mind captures several notes and collects them into a chord I’ll never forget.
He lifts my chin to meet his midnight eye. “You are ready for me to move, Scarlett.”
My eyes burn and my face must show all my uncertainty. I’m still not sure he hasn’t split me in half, but if not, one wrong move will definitely do the trick. Even as I shake my head, he uses his thumb to wipe a small tear away and nods back at me.
“You are,mon amour. You are mine and you were made for me. Trust me.”
My Phantom keeps holding my cheeks as he eases his hard length out and in with a tenderness that I didn’t expect, especially not with the desire still burning in his midnight gaze. After a few more gentle thrusts, his hands leave my face and he scoops his arms underneath the crook of my knees. In the next move, he curves into me and—
“Oh… my…Sol,” I moan, loud and long, wordlessly encouraging him to go faster.
My fingers dig into the keys as he lifts my legs and drives inside me, stroking something in my depths that triggers that increasing octave again.
“Yes, sing for me, my sweet angel.Sing.”
I hadn’t even realized I was still moaning, my mind so lost on the motion between my thighs. His thrusts grow more arrhythmic as I climb that peak and my heels dig into his back again, taking over the task of keeping this angle, freeing his arms.
One hand caresses my cheek and pulls me in for a kiss while the other hooks around the rim of the open piano. The chords and notes we make are loud, chaotic, and reverberate off the stone walls. Our kisses grow just as frantic as his thrusts, until our lips tear apart and all we can do is breathe harshly against each other’s lips.
Every muscle tenses again and my palms grow damp on the piano. I release my grip and cling to his shirt instead, shortening the distance between us even more, making it impossible for him to pull out far.
He goes back to latching his fingers around my hip and grinds against my clit. Using his strong grip on the piano rim like a headboard, he pushes deep inside me. His tip massages against a spot that increases the tempo of the pulses in my inner walls.
My entire body is squeezing him, inside and out, and my core tightens around him, trying to keep him inside me. The crescendo my orgasm has been climbing to finally reaches that high note and I cry out his name as I tumble down.
“Fuck, Scarlett. Yes,mon amour, sing for me, strangle my cock just like that.”
His chest muscles tense underneath my fingertips and he arches his neck back with a curse. The left side of his face flushes and contorts in ecstasy as he looks back down at our connection and grits his teeth. He grips my ass to pull me flush to him before he thrusts one last time. His deep bass croons my name against my neck as we both drift into oblivion.
Scene 19
WHAT ARE WE DOING
