Page 75 of Beneath Cherry Blossom Memories

“But we don’t do that.”

“We will,” I assure him and find his lips.

He moans against me, hand sliding up my back. I tilt his head to give me better access and take control. It’s fucking weird not being at his mercy, but he’s letting me do this. Careful of his leg, I roll on top of him and suck his lips. I toy with his lip rings, nibbling and licking them. He arches into me and coils his arms tighter around my torso. I flick my hips against him, coaxing more sweet moans free. Nudging his face to the side, I find the cherry blossom petals on his neck and kiss each one. I take my time, savoring every gasp, every twitch in his fingers. I lap at his skin, his taste so familiar that I can’t help but take a bite.

“Fuck,” he moans loudly.

I grin against him before doing it again, then soothing the sting with my tongue. For a brief moment, I remember that shitty taunt he said to me weeks ago.He kisses me there, too.Like fuck he does. I bite him harder, and he bucks under me. Eli might’ve been with more people than anyone I know, but I’m the one he remembers.

He’s not ever forgetting me, either.

“Phoenix,” he rasps, reaching down to cup my ass and smash our cocks together.

There’s too much fabric; we aren’t close enough. I kiss him again, feeding him my tongue while I hike up his shirt. Once it’s up to his armpits, I push myself up to tear it free from his body. I straddle him, feeling the need toshow him. Show him who I am. The guy I never let out because he loved me being a needy whore. I try to shake those invasive thoughts free, but they won’t budge, so I drag my nails down his chest, and he throws his head back.

I get rid of my shirt next, picturing him in all angles. In every single image, I’m fucking him speechless. Popping off him, I yank his sweats down to his ankles, my eyes snagging on the bandage. Fuck. I can’t be this aggressive. I need to tone it down.

“You’re so hot when you’re jealous, baby,” he purrs and kicks the sweats off completely—my mind short circuits when he bends his knees and parts them.

Like a heat-seeking missile, my eyes land on his hairless pink hole. I wet my lips, panting like a damn beast. His long fingers curl around his balls, tugging on them for a few beats before lowering to tease his taint.

“Ask me,” he rasps. “Ask me.”

“Have you ever bottomed before?” I all but growl the question, positioning myself between his legs, my cock tenting in my shorts.

“Not with another person.”

My eyes flick to his while I run my palms up his calves. “Never?”

“No.”

I can’t help but feel a swell of relief in my chest. “How come?”

“Do you want to get into that right now? Or do you want to get me ready?”

I’m off the bed with speed, ripping down my shorts and chucking them. I get the lube from my nightstand and get back between his legs. He bites his lip, still teasing his fluttering hole. God, all I want is to take him hard and fast. It’s beenso long. I’m already leaking, precum beading at my slit. Squeezing the base of my cock, I practically vibrate when he lifts his balls to give me a better view. He’s perfect.

“Gorgeous,” I breathe.

“I know,” he smirks like a cocky bastard.

I spread his legs, stroking his inner thighs, and look my fill. It’s not that I’ve never seen it before, but knowing I have permission to touch and fuck it, yeah, I’m not going to last. Dropping down to my stomach, I kiss the sensitive skin at the junction of his groin, smelling him. He plays with my hair, allowing me this. I’ll never take it for granted. Never take him for granted. Nuzzling his balls, I kiss them, then drag my tongue up his shaft and suck his fat cockhead.

“Fuck, baby. Your mouth—” A loud groan cuts off his words while I flick over the sensitive underside. Then I bite it. He yelps before purring, shoving his cock down my throat.

I work him up until he’s moaning and humping my face. All the while, I’ve been getting my fingers lubed up. When I feel him harden further against my tongue and hear his breath hitch, I pull off him and press a finger inside. His back bows off the bed, his mouth open in a silent scream.

“Jesus Christ,” I growl, feeling him for the first time. He’s tight as all hell, warm, inviting me in deeper. “God damn, sweetheart.”

“More,” he demands. I nibble his inner thigh while finding his prostate. When I press down on it, he whimpers. “There. Right there.”

Humming, I work a second finger inside him, fucking intoxicated by how they sink into his tight ass. I’m absently humping my damn bed, loving every second of this. “How does it feel?” I ask.

“Good. Really good.”

“How big of a toy have you taken?”

He moans, hole clenching on my fingers. “Not as big as you.”

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