Crown of Thorns by E.M. Snow
30
Phoenix’s kissis not gentle, but then again, it never is. I don’t know that I’d want it any other way, however, which is probably really messed up, but I’m too lost in his devouring of me to even care at this point. I lower my hands and actually drop my phone to the floor, not bothering to check or really giving a damn if I just shattered the screen. I need my hands free so I can touch him.
For some reason, that’s suddenly incredibly important to me.
Touching him.
I need to feel his skin under my hands, so I slip them up and under his shirt to caress the ridges of hard muscle along his stomach.
His fingers are tangled in my hair now and he’s angling me so he can deepen our kiss. I moan as his tongue dominates mine, and when I feel his hardening cock pressing through his clothes against my belly, my pussy grows slick and clenches with need. I want that inside me. The desire is overwhelming, and giving into it is so much easier than continuing to fight it.
Plus, it feels better.
So much better.
“Bedroom,” he growls against my lips.
I hesitate a moment, but only a moment, before answering, “Second door on the right.”
The next thing I know, I’m hoisted up and over Phoenix’s shoulder. I let out a squeak of surprise and he smacks then gropes my ass as he bounds down the hallway with ease. I clutch onto the back of his uniform shirt, freaked out, but undeniably turned on at the same time. When we reach the door to my old bedroom, he twists the nob with his free hand then pushes into the room without setting me down. He kicks the door shut and then strides across the room to dump me onto my back on my bed.
Before I can get a word out, he flips me to my belly and pushes my uniform skirt up so my panty-covered ass is exposed to him. I let out a soft cry when he spanks me again, and then hooks a finger through the back of my underwear. He pulls them up so they wedge between my cheeks like a thong. I have no idea why he’s doing this, but I have no doubt he can see the wet stain growing at the center of the fabric.
“Phoenix,” I gasp, “what the hell?”
He spanks me again, and I yelp. The heat of the sting spreads across my skin, and when his fingers begin massaging the tender flesh, I can’t stop the moan that slips from my lips.
He presses himself up against me from behind. I can feel his cock, still contained by his pants, pressing hungrily against me. He starts to grind into me and bends over to cover my back. His lips skim the back of my neck and along my shoulders, and then he nips me with his teeth as he continues to move against me.
It feels so good, but it’s not nearly enough. I try to snake my hand beneath me to reach for my clit, but he grabs my wrists and pins both my arms above my head.
“You don’t come until I tell you to,” he murmurs in my ear. “I’m going to fuck you, Josslyn. I’m going to take your virginity and ruin you for anyone else. But first … first, I need you nice and wet and hot.”
Holy shit, the guy knows how to talk dirty. I shouldn’t be surprised, though. Phoenix Townsend is a tantalizing combination of sex and menace, and I’ve gotten more than my fair share of his menacing side. It’s about time I received the full brunt of his other half. I arch my hips so I can press my ass more tightly against him and I hear him hiss out a breath.
“Yeah, that’s it,” he snarls. “Show me how much you want it. I’ve waited long enough for you. No more fighting me, got it? You’re mine, Luna.” When I only moan in response, he grips my black hair and yanks my head back. “Say it.”
“I’m yours,” I practically sob. I need more. More pressure. More of his touch. More of his lips and tongue. He’s tormenting me right now, and he knows exactly what he’s doing. At this rate, I’ll be soaked through my panties before he even touches me between my legs.
“Good girl.” His hand cracks against the side of my ass and he lifts himself off me.
Grabbing my waist, he flips me over onto my back once more. I stare up at him with wide eyes and my cheeks are flushed and throbbing. My breathing is already heavy. Holy shit. We haven’t hardly even started. Reaching down, he pulls my white button-up shirt from the waistband of my skirt and then grips the front before ripping it open. Buttons go scattering everywhere, and I hear a few hit and roll along the floor.
I should be pissed at him, because these uniforms aren’t cheap, but fuck it, he’ll buy me a new one. The next victim of his determined lust is my bra, though it remains intact after he brushes the ruined shirt down my shoulders and removes the undergarment with impatient movements. Once those clothing items are discarded, I’m left in nothing but my skirt, which is still hiked up around my waist, and my panties.
Phoenix takes a step back and stares down at me. He palms the front of his pants as he watches me, then he goes about undoing them so he can pull his dick out. Still staring down at me, he begins to stroke himself. I bite my lip, torn between wanting him to come back to me and enjoying watching him touch himself like this.
“Show me how wet you are,” he orders.
It takes me a second to realize what he’s asking, and I feel my face heat, but at the same time, I’m eager to give him what he wants. Slipping my fingers around the sides of my panties, I slowly slide them down my legs and let them fall to the floor. Then, I spread my thighs for him.
“Pull your lips apart,” he rasps.
My breath hitches in my throat and the idea of being so exposed makes me nervous, but I let my hands trail down to my pussy and spread myself wide for him. He stares at me there and my chest begins to rise and fall with my harsh breaths.
“You’re beautiful,” he growls, and a shiver of satisfaction courses through me. “You’re so fucking wet, and it’s all for me, isn’t it?”
I silently nod.
“Say it.”
“It’s all for you,” I murmur heatedly.
He gives me a slow, conquering grin. “Fuck yeah, it is.”
I almost laugh at how caveman like he’s being, but I’m too wound up to feel anything but pure, unadulterated lust. As if he can read my mind, he releases his dick so he can yank off his shirt, revealing his deliciously muscled torso. After he discards the rest of his clothes, I expect him to fall on me to just slam it in, but he surprises me when he drops to his knees.
I let out a gasp of delight when he grabs my thighs and yanks me closer so that my ass is on the edge of the bed. He gives me a predatory look before lowering his face between my thighs. I moan loudly when he drags his tongue through my folds and proceeds to feast on me like a starving man. His hold on me is like steel, and I can’t wiggle out of his grasp when the pleasure starts to overwhelm me. I reach down and grab hold of his hair, but instead of pushing him away, I pull him more firmly against me and undulate my hips, riding his face.
My orgasm begins to build deep within my belly. I grow desperate for it and grind myself harder and harder against Phoenix’s mouth. He must realize I’m getting close, however, because he suddenly stops and yanks his head back, breaking from my hold. I let out a cry of protest.
“No! Wait, I was almost there…”
He smirks, infuriating me as much as arousing me. “The first time you come tonight is going to be around my cock.”
My jaw drops open slightly, and I realize just how much I want that too. I nod.
He pushes to his feet and grabs hold of my chin, tilting it back and kissing me. His tongue pushes into my mouth, and I taste myself. I groan. Phoenix grabs hold of my hips to push me up the bed toward the pillows resting against the headboard. He crawls after me and settles between my legs.
Pressing my thighs apart, he grasps the base of his cock and then lines himself up with my entrance. He meets my gaze. “If it hurts, tell me.”
Licking my lips, I bob my head, feeling a little bit nervous for the first time since we started this. He’s big. As if he can sense my small amount of anxiety, he reaches down and circles his thumb around my clit. I bite my lip as pleasure shoots through me and I begin to relax again.
“That’s right, Luna,” he murmurs. “Get nice and soft for me.”
“Phoenix,” I whimper after several long moments of this slow torment. “Please, that’s enough … I just want … I want …”
“What?” His voice is low and rumbling. “What do you want? Tell me?”
I press my lips together, embarrassment stealing my words.
Phoenix leans over me until his lips are hovering over mine. “Ask me, Josslyn. Ask me to take your virginity.”
I gasp, his words zipping through me and adding to the stimulation coursing through me. “Please … it’s yours. I’m yours.”
It feels strange saying the words, but honestly, I’m really beyond caring at this point. I need this building pressure inside me to release. I need that orgasm he denied me.
At last, he presses his hips forward, driving his cock into me little by little. He goes slow, giving me time to adjust to his invasion. There’s pressure, a little sting, but by the time he’s all the way in, I’m not in any real pain. I’m just undeniably … full.
So fucking full.
I release a breath, that ends on a whimper.
“Fuck, you’re tight,” he says through clenched teeth. He’s holding himself above me with his arms on either side of my head. His muscles are straining as he tries to hold himself still. I stare up at him in a little bit of wonder. He’s actually being considerate of me, which is honestly shocking. I reach up to cup his face in both my hands. He tenses and, for a moment, I think he’s going to bolt from my touch.
He doesn’t, though. He stays very still and lets me stroke my thumbs along his jawline.
“You feel so good inside me,” I murmur.
His nostrils flare. “It doesn’t hurt?”
It does, but I shake my head. “You … you can move if you want.”
He shudders, and it seems as if he’s shedding whatever shackles were holding him back. Sitting back, he grabs my hips and arches my pelvis up.
“I can’t promise to be gentle,” he growls.
“Please, just … just do it.”
With a beast-like snarl, he pulls his hips back and then drives forward into me, hard. A cry escapes me as pain and pure pleasure shoots through me, making my toes curl. “Fuck,” I breathe.
Of course, Phoenix isn’t done. Not even close. Holding my hips tightly, he thrusts into me over and over again. The sounds that pour out of my mouth are wild and don’t seem fully human. I don’t feel fully human anymore as our bodies mold together.
“Your pussy feels so good,” he tells me between strokes. “So hot and tight and mine. The way you’re squeezing me … fuck!”
I’m clawing at the rose-print comforter, thrashing my head against the pillows, helpless to do anything but take what he’s giving me.
In fact, I’m practically sobbing. “So good. It feels so good. I’m going to—”
“Not yet,” he snaps, suddenly pausing his movements and going completely still.
“No!” I shout. “Not again. Please!”
He smirks at me, clearly enjoying my distress.
“I’m not done with my fun yet,” he tells me, pulling all the way out of me. I reach out for his dick, intent on grabbing it and pulling him back into me. He grabs hold of my wrists and backs out of reach of me. Dropping my arm, he maneuvers me until I’m on my belly, then he takes hold of my hips and pulls them up, bringing me to my hands and knees. When he pushes back into me, I let out a strangled sound.
A wince of pain and a sigh of relief, all mingled into one.
He smacks my ass with his hand before his thrusts resume. I bury my head in one of the pillows, but Phoenix doesn’t seem to like that. He grabs hold of my hair and pulls it so that I have to raise my face out of the pillow.
“Don’t try to hide anything,” I hear him say. “When you moan, I want to fucking hear it.”
The room soon fills with the sounds pouring from my throat, as well as our skin slapping together. Phoenix keeps talking to me, dirty, filthy things that just make me drown further and further into my lust. Reaching under me, he fingers my clit while his cock slides in and out of pussy at a punishing pace, and it’s almost too much for me to take.
“God, Phoenix…” I groan. “I’m … I’m going to come … don’t stop … please, God, don’t stop …”
His finger on my clit moves faster, matching pace with his hips.
“That’s right, Luna.” His tone is wicked and breathless, and I can tell he’s getting close as well. “I want you to come all over my cock and scream my name. I want this whole neighbor to hear who fucking owns you.”
If I wasn’t out of my mind with pleasure and desperate for release, I might have taken issue with his possessive words, but in that moment all I want to do is obey him. I climb higher and higher toward my peak, driven up there by his relentless touch and pounding dick.
Closer, closer, closer.
The build-up is so strong that I know when I do crash over the edge, it’s going to be devastating. That doesn’t deter me, though. I could die from this pleasure right now, and I wouldn’t care.
With his free hand, Phoenix gives my ass another firm smack, and that’s the final push that I need. I go careening over the edge of my peak into the mind-blowing abyss of my orgasm. I release a scream that I know will leave my throat raw and sore. My whole body spasms and shakes as wave after wave of almost aching ecstasy crashes through me.
I cry out his name over and over again, just like he ordered me to, and I wouldn’t be surprised if the whole neighborhood does hear me, I’m so damn loud.
Amidst the throws of my release, I hear him curse, “Fuck, Josslyn,” before he pulls out of me and releases me. My body is limp as I come down from my high, and I slump forward, face in the pillow, ass in the air.
I register the sound of Phoenix grunting, and when I manage to glance back at him, he’s stroking himself, his brow knitted as he nears his own release. Fascinated, I watch his expression shift to one of pure bliss as he hits his peak and starts to come.
“Fuuuuuck,” he moans as his come shoots from his cock and splatters across my ass. It feels like he’s marking me as his, and I moan softly in satisfaction.
When he’s spent, he collapses onto his back right next to me. I stare at him as he catches his breath, the fog of my orgasm lifting from my mind. Suddenly, I feel nervous again, but not at the thought of physical pain like before. No, this time I’m worried that he’ll look over at me, give me that cruel, dismissive smile of his, and leave without so much as a word to me. Just the thought of that is oddly crushing, and so I wait with bated breath to see what he’s going to do.
To my surprise, he stretches out his arm and wraps it around my shoulders, pulling me over to rest on his chest. At first, I’m so thrown off guard, I don’t know what to do, so I just lay there in silence. At length, I peek up at him to find his eyes closed. Is he asleep?
“Phoenix?” I murmur.
He opens one eye to look down at me and grumbles, “What?”
“Are … are you staying?”
He closes his eye and scoffs, while at the same time squeezing me tighter to him.
“Why wouldn’t I stay? Now shut up. You need your energy, Luna.”
I duck my head to hide my grin and snuggle closer to him. I know I probably shouldn’t feel quite as happy and satisfied as I do, but I can’t help myself. Tomorrow, I’ll worry about the consequences of this little tryst. But tonight …
Tonight is ours.