Page 48 of Beneath Cherry Blossom Memories

“No.”

“Why not?”

He lifts his head to glare down at me. “Because I want you just like this.”

“About to nut on your sweats?”

“Desperate for something you can’t have.” Then he smashes his lips down on mine.

Tears prick the corners of my eyes as his words hold a hauntingly cryptic meaning. His tongue spears through my teeth, finding mine and swirling around it. I whine into his mouth, his hips quickening. He’s chafing me, the friction making my dick unbearably hot. My fingers flex, face tilting on a hard angle to keep up with his bestial kisses. His teeth cut my lower lip as he bites and sucks it damn near off my face. His hands squeeze my wrists unbelievably tight, dry fucking me into the mattress.

And I’m still going to come.

“Baby,” I mumble when he breaks the kiss for a split second before attacking me again and again. He snags my lip rings purposefully, pulling more guttural moans from my throat.

There’s a tightening in my chest, and sweat seeps from my scalp. He’s dry-humping me so fast and hard it feels like he’s trying to pop my balls and crush my cock. I shouldn’t love it as much as I do. He’s angry at me, still.

When Phoenix is in love with me, he’s a needy little whore, begging to be stuffed and rutted into. This isn’t a jealous move, either. When Phoenix is possessive, he paints me. He’ll make it all about his pleasure and then covers every inch he can with his cum before smearing it over my tongue and lips.

I won’t be getting any of it right now. I know that.

He’s going to come in his sweats, I’m going to come in a handful of seconds, and then he’s going to say something shitty. I’ll say something equally as shitty too. So I stuff my tongue down his throat, determined to prevent that. I try to free my hands, but he doesn’t let go of them. I jerk my face to the side in an attempt to kiss his neck, only to be stopped by his mouth again.

“Phoenix,” I say against his lips. My eyes roll as he stops thrusting and rubs his cock back and forth over mine. “Phoenix,” I repeat, using my cheek to shove his mouth aside.

“Why aren’t you coming?” he growls, releasing a hand to grab my throat.

“You’re giving my dick rug rash,” I bite out, stuffing my arm between us and down the front of his pants.

He shakes when I find his stiff cock and stroke it. “Fuck,” he breathes, gently brushing his thumb over my pulse point, using my hand like a cocksleeve.

“If you want to hurt me, there are better ways,” I tell him. “Flip me over.”

“No, Eli.”

He’s gushing into my palm, foreskin slick and sliding up and over his cockhead. “It doesn’t need to be like this.”

Jerking his head defiantly, he kisses me again. I’m starting to panic, which isn’t what anyone wants while in the middle of sex. I don’t know how to get him on board. The moment he comes, I’ll lose him again. He’ll shut down like he did in the storage room.

So, I do the only thing I can think of.

I bite the ever-loving shit out of his tongue. He bellows, ripping his face away with speed. I take advantage of the distraction, shove him on his back, and rip his pants and boxers right off.

One hand cups his mouth, eyes on fuckingfirewith fury. I smirk. “Sorry, baby. But you wouldn’t listen.”

I drop down to my stomach and suck him into the back of my throat. “Sonofabitch,” he snarls before moaning deep and guttural.

His taste floods my mouth, and my tongue works his sensitive underside while I swirl my finger over his hole. That gets him chanting, and it’s the most beautiful sound. “Oh fuck, oh fuck,Oh fuck.”

The muscles in his legs flex at the exact moment his stomach dips. His cock hardens like steel, poking my tonsils. And just before he comes, I pop off, spread his legs wide, and swipe my tongue over his fluttering hole. He whimpers, legs automatically bending upwards. I help, shoving them close to his chest and eat him. Imissedeating him out. Phoenix hasn’t groomed himself lately, but I don’t give a flying fuck. Stuffing my tongue into his hole, I groan when it clenches on me.

“That feels so good,” he rasps, hooking his arms under his knees.

“I know, baby,” I tell him and kiss it. “Let me in.” I go back to licking and sucking, coaxing more sweet moans from him.

When his hole starts to soften, I shift higher to suck one of his firm balls into my mouth. He whimpers, trembling, and his toes curl, so I give the other the same attention. The tiny changes in his noises and how he’s submitting to me give me the green light I need. I let some spit dribble from my lips, catch it on my fingers, and stuff two inside him. He hisses, head tossing side to side. My needy thing isn’t going to last long, so I’m skipping a step to get him ready for me.

Besides, Phoenix likes a little pain with his sex.

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