Page 101 of From the Ashes
“Scarred? Or horny?” he asks.
“Considering he’s straight, I’m gonna go with scarred.”
Phoenix pulls back and smirks at me. “Hmm, I disagree, but nonetheless, I don’t want anyone seeing what’s mine, so let’s go.”
He rips me from the wall and pulls me up the steps behind him. I protest half-heartedly up the staircase, but the words finally die on my lips with no chance of reemerging when Phoenix sheds his shorts and pulls me on top of him as he lands on the bed.
His dick stabs me in the stomach before I can throw my hands out to catch myself and he laughs through a wince.
“As much as I love impaling you on my cock, that’s not what I had in mind for this morning.”
“By all means, please enlighten me then,” I deadpan,righting myself on his body. He’s awfully full of it already, so I can’t wait to see where this is going. Suddenly, he grows quiet, all his confidence and playfulness gone. “Phoe, what is it?” I ask, unable to keep the worry from my voice as I cup his face and force him to look up at me.
“I want you to fuck me,” he finally says, making my eyes widen.
We’ve never really talked about roles or preferences, because we’ve never really had to. Since that very first night, I knew Phoenix belonged inside me. Not because I’m strictly a bottom, but because that’s just what felt right. He had the experience. I didn’t. And I wanted him to call the shots. Ilikebeing at Phoenix’s mercy, filling every inch of me with every inch of him.
He’s playfully mentioned it before, and I guess I figured we’d talk about it at some point, but the morning of our coming-out party, and the day I tell my son I’m his dad, wasn’t when I expected to do it.
When I stay quiet, he continues. “I had this dream last night and it was fucking terrifying. When I woke up and you were gone, I panicked until I finally figured out it was just a dream. But then I realized, I don’t know what it feels like to have you inside me…and that needs to change.”
My balls grow heavy with his statement. Arousal floods my system and my blood shoots straight to my dick.
Apparently, all systems are a go.
I slide off his lap and tug my jeans down.
“You’ll walk me through this?” I ask, my voice heavy with lust. “I don’t want to hurt you or be so terrible you never want to do it again.”
I remember Phoenix saying how much pressure there is being someone’s first…but even though he’s done this several times, it’s still terrifying.
He slides back on our bed, his eyes hooded as he rakes them over my naked body. “Baby, I’m so fucking ready for you I don’t think I’d even feel the pain, but yes, I’ll walk you through it.”
And he does, which as it turns out, doesn’t require much guidance since I’ve fingered his ass plenty of times. As I curl two fingers against his prostate, he bucks and moans, and I have to drive the heel of my hand into my dick before I have a hands-free orgasm and come all over our comforter.
Phoenix’s hands grip my forearms. “Do that again.”
I oblige and his moans make my cock ache.
“Phoe, I’m gonna blow before I’m even inside you if you keep making those sounds,” I warn.
“I can’t help the sounds, so fuck me already.”
Don’t have to tell me twice.
Coating my shaft with a copious amount of lube from the bottle on the nightstand, I inch my knees closer to Phoenix so I can line myself up to him.
I feel like a virgin all over again, but I guess I kind of am…in this role at least.
Gripping my cock with my right hand, I brace myself with my left palm on the back of his thigh, pushing it toward his chest. I’ve never had this vantage point and I have to admit…I like it.
A lot.
Phoenix’s abs are contracted as he waits for me to enter his body. His hands are restless as they bunch in the sheets at his sides. His lips are parted, there’s sweat on his brow, and his pupils are blown to hell.
Fuck, he’s gorgeous.
Unable to help myself, I drag the head of my cock across his puckered flesh and shudder at the sensation.
