Page 4 of From the Ashes
Being given the green light to peruse the body of my celebrity crush is more intoxicating than the alcohol I’ve consumed tonight, and immediately, I start undoing the buttons on his shirt, only getting through two before I rip the damnthing open, desperate to feel what’s underneath. The popped buttons hit our boots before scattering across the barn floor.
“Now we’re talking.” Phoenix smiles, moving his lips from my mouth to my neck, his head craned to the side to get beneath my cowboy hat. I relish the feel of him there, but I already miss his taste of him on my tongue. He shamelessly rolls his hips into me and oh-my-fucking-God, I almost come on the spot. I’ve never been so turned on in my life.
He finally takes my hat off as my hands move down to his belt buckle. Admittedly, I’ve never unfastened a belt buckle from this side, and I fumble slightly before getting it open. Once it’s free, I immediately start on the button on his pants, but it’s like cowboys don’t even want to get fucked.Why are there so many goddamn buttons?
When Phoenix’s deep, dark laugh reaches my ears, I know I’ve spoken my thoughts out loud.
He grips the roots of my hair and pulls my head back to make me look him in the eye.
“If competing in the rodeo doesn’t work out for you, you could always go into the rodeo clothing industry. Easy-to-remove shirts and jeans that actually leave room for our nuts would be awesome.” He laughs, and I can’t believe it, but I feel a smile tug at the corners of my mouth too. I haven’t smiled in weeks, months,two years.
I shake my head, but I’m still smiling. “Fuck, you really do talk a lot.”
With a glint in his eyes, he drops to his knees in front of me. “Can’t talk around a mouth full of dick.”
I’m so fucking desperate to feed him my cock.
He makes much faster work of my belt than I did of his.Probably because this isn’t his first rodeo, dummy.I snort a laugh at my own word choice and he pauses, looking up at me.
“Something funny?”
Oh, shit.
“No. Just berating my clumsy attempt to get your belt off with both hands when you just undid mine with two fingers and a thumb.”
“This ain’t my first rodeo,” he says, mirroring my thoughts.
“That’s exactly what I said in my head!” My voice is too loud, and I quickly try to reign in my amusement because it makes me sound so fucking young.
He smirks as he shoves my pants and boxers down to my knees, baring my dick.Holy fucking shit, this is really happening. Phoenix Harding is about to put my cock in his mouth.
“As you’re about to find out, I can do a whole helluva lot with two fingers and a thumb,” he says with all the confidence in the world.
Please don’t come in two seconds. Please don’t come in two seconds.I repeat the chant over and over, mentally willing myself to hold out and make this last.
“Damn, man. You weren’t kidding. Nothing little about this,” he groans from the floor before dragging his flat tongue across the swollen head of my cock, making my palms smack the wooden planks of the wall beside me.
“Jesus fucking Christ,” I hiss, my knees buckling as my hips thrust forward.
“Baby, this is going to be so much fun if you keep giving me responses like that,” Phoenix says from his knees as one of his hands works my shaft.
I’m hard as granite and my balls are already tingling. Like the amateur I am, I blurt out, “If I come really fast, I swear I can come again.”
His laugh is sinful. “Don’t worry, Quick Shooter. I know exactly how many times I plan to make you come.” Before I can think too hard about the nickname he just gave me—no doubt because I’m already about to shoot my load in his mouth—hesucks my cock down his throat as he massages my balls with his free hand. Reality threatens to shatter around me as I fully embrace the fact that a man is getting me off for the first time.
Did I lie? Kind of. Kind of not.
He asked if I’ve done this before. Technically, I’ve had sex…just not with another dude. He didn’t clarify, so neither did I.
Implied questions deserve implied answers.
Phoenix goes slow, hollowing his cheeks and really sucking for a few strokes before changing it up and relaxing his cheeks as he bobs faster on my cock. The heat and wetness of his mouth, not to mention, the sounds he’s making as he slurps on my flesh, have me freefalling toward my release faster than ever.
He pops off my dick and licks a line from my balls to my tip before sitting back on the heels of his cowboy boots, his frat-boy features staring me straight in the face and…
“Holyshit,” I breathe.
The dim lights in the barn are the brightest lights I’ve seen him under, and his eyes are fucking mesmerizing. As green as emeralds, I always thought they were photoshopped in the magazines and pictures I saw online.
