Page 3 of Midsummer Phoenixes
“Oh.”
“Yeah.” He squeezed my balls, just a little bit. It wasn’t painful, but I gasped, unprepared for the sensation.
Soyer gathered my wrists and placed them above my head.
“I want you to do this properly,” he said, and with absolutely no fanfare, he got in position and slid down on my cock.
I hadn’t been prepared for that and sort of screamed, the sound fading into a long moan when his tightness squeezed around me. And Soyer, my firebird, he looked triumphant, biting his bottom lip, not really hiding that grin. With the lights from downstairs and just the few I turned on in here, shadows cascaded over his skin and the phoenix bird that lived there while he moved with immense certainty.
“Feet up. I want you to use your hips.”
I gasped. “Ngh-ah!”
He smirked. “Amory, I said to pull your feet up and use your hips.” Soyer stroked along my sternum, clearly enjoying that I had trouble keeping up with him.
“Yeah,” I said, doing my best to do what he’d told me and bend my knees in a ninety-degree angle.
With my knees pointing at the ceiling, I tried thrusting into him. It wasn’t really working. Soyer chuckled.
“You have so much to learn, Amory.”
“I can’t…I’m going to cum, Soyer.” And I was about to. It was watching him that did it, seeing his desire, and yes, being close to him in this way, during sex. He was still squeezing me, a special kind of torture.
“Not quite yet, you won’t,” he said.
He leaned back, making it impossible for me to even try thrusting again, but that clearly wasn’t necessary. Soyer knew how to move when he was on top. Today, he was rougher than normal, not in a bad way, but there was no doubt in my mind that I was being ridden, that he was in charge of what was happening here.
He reached back to caress the inside of my thighs, then bent forward to look me in the eyes, observe me, cherish me with unblinking attention.
“I love you,” he said. I came maybe three seconds later.
Soyer squeezed my nipples while I came. It was weird and good and really a lot to handle, especially with him not stopping, not stopping at all. When I was done, I whimpered, lifted my arms, caught his eyes, and stopped.
He did too. “Look at me,” he said.
Gazes bound, my attention all his, he jacked himself off, except it wasn’t a fast twitching of his hand. He made the whole thing slow and enthralling to watch, so aware of my eyes on him and enjoying the fuck out of it.
And I stared, of course I did. His warm skin, the firebird on it patterning it with magic, his flawlessly painted nails catching the light, and the way he watched me watch him. It was one heck of a show, and it was only for me.
“You’re really fucking hot,” I blabbered.
Soyer laughed. It faded into a rough groan. His hand sped up, and very soon, he was cumming on me, the heat of him covering me.
With him panting, we broke apart.
“No, stay,” Soyer said when he felt me stir, wanting to get up and get clean. I knew he wouldn’t, knew he liked the messiness of sex, and that was fine.
“Let me just wipe some of this off, okay?”
Soyer sighed. “It’s not that. I want to hold you for a moment.”
I smiled at him. “Okay.”
Not that much later, I was asleep in his arms. When I woke in the morning, I discovered he had cleaned me up and held me all night.
CHAPTER TWO
May 31
