Page 74 of Double Down
The instant the words leave my mouth, her hot, greedy lips seal around my dick, swallowing me down. God, this woman sucks cock like she was made for it. Her whole body leans into it, but her hands never leave the bench.
“Good girl,” I pant. I wasn’t planning to come down her throat, but maybe I should. It would clear my head for the punishment that has to come next. “That’s right, Kitten. Show me how much you want me to punish you, fuck you, claim you.”
She sucks harder. Her cheeks hollow as she swallows every inch.
Just as I’m about to tell her to stop and put her on the cross, a loud banging rattles the door.
“Fuck off,” I yell.
The door opens anyway, and Con stands there, pissed.
“That is not fucking off,” I say.
Con doesn’t look at Phoenix. He knows in this room she is mine, not ours.
“I’m sorry, man. I can’t. Cops are here, demanding to talk to all of us at once. Lawyers say comply, but don’t answer anything.”
“Fuck. Okay, let me deal with her and then?—”
“They want her, too.” Con looks even more upset about that than I am.
“Of course they fucking do.” I sigh. “We’ll be out in a minute.”
Con closes the door.
I hate ending a scene, and I hate that once again I don’t get to take care of her after. Even more, I hate that she’s probably going to end up getting the care she needs from Storm or fucking Maverick.
“Stand up, Princess.” The tension crawls back into my shoulders, knot by knot.
“No,” she says, staying put.
“Phoenix, the scene is over. We need to?—”
“No.” She slams her hands on the bench. “I didn’t use the safe word. You haven’t finished either. Fuck me. I don’t care if you come inside me or down my throat, but I’m not leaving this room until you are at least sated, if not satisfied. Until you give me what we both fucking need,sir.”
“Phoenix—” It’s a warning; I expect obedience.
“No.” She meets my eyes with wicked determination. She needs this as much as I do.
I may not get to take care of her after, but I won’t leave my little kitten wanting—unless it’s deserved.
“Fine. This has to be fast, so I won’t take it easy. It’s going to be fast and brutal.” I line up behind her, the head of my cock at her entrance, then lean over her, chest to her back. “Remember that you asked for this.”
“Like you would take me any other way,” she scoffs.
There she is—kitten back in brat mode—giving me the perfect excuse to pour my irritation and anger into her tight body. Here I am, thinking I’m taking care of her, when really she’s taking care of me.
“Good girl.” I kiss the nape of her neck and push into her. I’m brutal, chasing my high and making sure she follows.
She tries to swallow her sounds again, but that’s not what I want anymore. I push harder, faster, until every one of them breaks past her lips. I force her body to come for me, again and again, stretching one orgasm into the next. Sweat slicks her back while my heart pounds in my chest and my thighs burn as I drive into her.
When she drops from hands to forearms, I know she’s close to the edge, and I give in, spilling into her tight heat.
My lungs burn as badly as my thighs, but there’s no time to rest. I take her to my shower, and we run our hands over each other in silence, washing sweat and sex away, then step out and dress.
She leaves the plug in and shoots me a saucy wink before walking out.
A rare smile pulls at the corner of my mouth as I think of all the ways I’m going to punish her for that later, and I’m still smiling as we walk into the living room.
