Page 46 of Phoenix Chosen 2

Then there’s the cage of my life here on Earth. My go-nowhere job. No ambitions, no real friends to speak of. Just Jeff. Our relationship was a cage I didn’t even know I’d put myself into until I met Kalistratos. I hadn’t believed I deserved better. I’d always felt like the life I had was the best I was ever going to get. I hadn’t realized it, but I was still the way my parents had treated me–like I wasn’t worth anything.

“Kalistratos,” I say. “Where are you?”

“Right here,” he replies, his voice drifting from in front of me. “What’s wrong?”

I reach out and grab at the air. “I need some motivation, and I have an idea.”

I grope blindly and make contact with his something or other. What is that? Oh, his shoulder. I move my hand slightly, tracing along the pathway of his collarbone, then leap down to his chest. His hand clasps my wrist.

“What’s your idea?” he asks.

I reach forward with my other hand and collide with his abs, then lower my grasp downward past the belt holding the light fabric of his chiton around his waist and take a handful of his hefty bulge.

“Ah,” he says.

The sand and gravel crunches loudly as Kalistratos moves into the ring of stones with me. His knees touch mine, and I feel his palm rest gently on my bicep. He explores my body, and his calloused fingers tickle my neck and caress my cheek.

I feel his cock stiffening beneath the fabric. I continue my exploration of his body with my other hand, forming a picture of him in my head with my fingertips. I’ve never done this before. It feels like I’m experiencing his body for the first time and it’s making me hard as a fucking diamond. I flip back the lip of his chiton and his thick warm shaft knocks against the side of my wrist. I push against his erection, feeling the strength and tension of it against my skin. I slowly explore every ridge, building it up until I have a full, detailed image in my mind.

More. I want more.

“I want you in my mouth,” I tell him.

Kalistratos rises to his feet, and I get on my knees. I hold onto his thighs and can feel the heat of him just inches from my face. I inhale deeply, filling my lungs with his scent. I can’t get enough of it. I lean forward and rub his length with my cheek, moving forward until my nose pushes into the tangle of his pubes. I inhale again, gripping him as I kiss his base and lick the soft underside of his shaft up to the sensitive crease of the tip. His flavor melts vividly across my tongue, and I slowly draw my lips around him and savor the experience of his cock.

He fills my mouth, and I swallow him hungrily, pushing forward and inching him down my throat until my lips meet the hilt. Warm saliva drips down my chin, and when I draw back, I stroke him with both fists, coating his full length with it. He groans approvingly, and I feel his fingers work into my hair, urging me back onto him. The map of his cock is getting more and more detailed as I experience his shape with my tongue and my lips. I then clutch his thighs, feeling the powerful curves of his muscles that twist like thick cables to his finely chiseled ass. My man is divine. His body is heaven.

He pulls out of my mouth and sits in front of me, tugging me onto his lap. I feel his hot breath against my neck and his hands on my waist, slowly caressing me. His fingers slip beneath the chiton and play across my back. He kisses me, and I press my tongue against his as he tastes my lips. His erection sits between us like a pillar. I feel it against mine, and I move my body so that they ride together.

“Gods,” he growls. “You’re torturing me, Tyler. I need to be inside of you.”

I take his hand and guide his fingers to my lips. I kiss his fingertips, then swirl my tongue around them, sucking them into my mouth and showing him exactly what I did to his cock. When they’re nice and wet, I hold his wrist and move his hand between my legs. I feel him teasing around my asshole, lubricating it with the thick saliva I left dripping from his fingers. I relax for him. He pushes inside with one tip, then two. I gasp quietly as he slips in deeper, and soon his palm is cupping my balls. He massages me, curling his strong fingers forward against my prostate. My cock tightens and throbs in response to his touch, and little quivers of pleasure surge through my length. I want those fingers to be his cock. I’ve never had sex without lube before, but that’s the last thing I’m concerned about right now.

I take his cock in my hand and move off of his fingers, and position myself above him. I swipe my palm across his cockhead, spreading the dewy bead of his warm precome down his length. There’s a lot of it, evidence of how eager he is for my body. With a hand anchored around the back of his neck, I slowly lower myself onto him. His tip presses against my tight hole, and there’s a jolt of pain as I feel it breach me—but it’s nothing I’ve not dealt with before. His precome is surprisingly thick, and I have no problem taking the rest of him inside of me.

“You’re filling me up,” I moan. “It feels so good.”

He’s all the way inside. I feel his fullness pulsing deep within me like a perfectly fitted puzzle piece, and I take a moment to savor the intensity of this experience, of feeling him with all my senses dialed up to eleven. Kalistratos squeezes his arms around me and presses his face against my chest, right beside thependant hanging around my neck. The heat of his breath filters through the chiton and spreads across my chest. I move slowly, withdrawing just to the base of his head, savoring the way his ridges feel as they pull out of me.

“Dammit, Tyler,” he murmurs.

“You want to fuck me hard?” I whisper.

“You know that I do.”

“Then fuck me hard,” I say.

This is how a phoenix replenishes his power. Maybe this is how I’ll find mine.

A surprised and delighted cry bursts from my lips as he bucks his hips and thrusts back into me. I clutch onto him tight, balling up a handful of his collar as I bounce with his movements. The way his cock feels inside of me is like nothing else. The fullness, the heat, the way he pulses and twitches against my prostate—all of it drives me absolutely crazy.

He surges into me again and again as I clasp around him, fighting his retreat with all of my might. His labored moan echoes through the darkness along with the dull cracks of skin against skin. I’m riding him with everything I have, holding nothing back. I can hear my own guttural groans reflecting back at me from the cave walls, my unabashed cries of pleasure from my pent-up need crossing over with the wild, almost feral desperation to keep the vision I’d had from ever coming to pass. I never want us to be separated again. I can’t lose him. Irefuse.

“Gods,Tyler,” he moans. “I want to see what you’re doing. That feelsincredible…”

“Don’t bring back the light,” I breathe. “Not yet.”

I wrap my arms around his neck, squeezing myself against him. I feel him tug his chiton up so that my cock can press against his bare abs, wet with sweat. I rock my hips with his thrusts, gliding my length up and down the rippling dunes of his muscles. I’m getting close, but I’m holding on for him. He pushes his mouth to my neck, raking me with his teeth. I feel his heat building inside of me.

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