Page 61 of Desecrated Saints
“I’m getting a bit jealous here,” Phoenix says.
I toss him a heated look. “Be right with you, baby.”
Chasing my release to the very edge, glorious tension unravels in my lower belly. Hudson is staring at me like I’m a precious piece of artwork that he can’t tear his eyes from. The feeling is heady—being adored.
My days of hating this monstrous, complicated man are long over, but the intensity of our obsession remains. He’s the air I breathe and the choking grip on my windpipe at the same fucking time.
“Take it,” he demands, meeting my strokes. “Show me how you fall apart for me, blackbird. Let Phoenix hear you moan my name.”
With a final few pumps, I watch with pleasure as Hudson’s eyes roll back in his head. My own release crests and overwhelms me, an all-consuming tidal wave of sensation. Heat spreads through my body, spilling across his lap when I slide off.
“Dammit,” Phoenix curses. “I should’ve filmed that shit.”
“When I can give you the live show anytime?”
His lips spread in a cheeky grin. “I ain’t gonna say no to that. Bring your ass here and let me spank that gorgeous fucking skin for teasing me like this.”
I push my lips against Hudson’s for a final time, swiping wild black hair from his forehead. He grabs my chin and forces me to deepen the kiss, stealing one last slither of submission. Phoenix clears his throat, but that doesn’t stop Hudson. He’s more than happy making him wait.
“I’m letting you fuck him,” he whispers fiercely. “But you’re still mine. Don’t forget it.”
“Whatever you say, Hud.”
“Go on. Show him a good time.”
Approaching Phoenix with the caution of a stalked deer, my newfound confidence suddenly dissipates. The roles have reversed in mere seconds, leaving me dizzy. Phoenix’s gaze burns with authority and defiance. He won’t surrender to me like Hudson did.
Lifting a single eyebrow, he doesn’t have to say a word for me to know exactly what to do. On instinct, I sink to my knees on the bathroom floor. My eyes stare downwards, waiting for permission to look up.
“Good girl,” Phoenix praises. “So obedient for me, aren’t you?”
I hear Hudson’s sharp intake of breath, but all of my attention is fixed on Phoenix as he finishes stripping. I’m a little nervous about touching him in front of our captive audience. I don’t want Hudson to change his mind and chicken out.
“Suck it, firecracker.”
Obeying his command, I wrap my lips around Phoenix’s cock. He grunts as I hollow my cheeks out, taking him deep into my mouth. This isn’t my first rodeo with Phoenix. I know exactly how he likes it. In no time, I have him thrusting into my mouth until my eyes tear up.
The perfect blend of rough and attentive, he toes that dangerous line with precision. Before he can finish, Phoenix pulls out and drags me up. I’m shoved into the bathroom counter, having to brace my hands on the sink. His palm cracks across my butt cheek, making me gasp.
“Such a naughty slut, Brooke. You like that?”
“Yes Nix,” I answer obediently.
“How come that asshole is called daddy, and not me?”
Peering over my shoulder, I find his smug grin in place.
“Don’t push your luck,” Hudson warns while climbing in the shower. “I’m not above drowning you in that sink and fucking our girl over your corpse instead.”
Phoenix spanks me several more times, each harder than the last. Pain and pleasure blur into one confusing maelstrom within me. I’m so wet, made worse by the sight of us in the mirror. Phoenix leans over me like a Greek god, playing my body with fine-tuned precision.
He finally slips inside of me, ending my torturous wait. Each collision sets my soul on fire as his body worships mine, already warm from the recent orgasm. When he presses a finger into my mouth, I swirl my tongue to moisten it.
“Easy baby,” he encourages, pushing it inside of my asshole. “Such a good girl, aren’t you? It’s been so long since I fucked this sweet, perfect pussy.”
It doesn’t take long for Phoenix to have me crying out his name. I have no doubt the entire house can hear us, even his drug dealer friends. Let them listen. I’m proud of our relationship, no matter how complicated or crazy it may seem to the outside world.
Phoenix bites down on my shoulder before spinning me around. I hop up on the bathroom counter so he can settle back between my legs. Filling me once more, I now have a perfect view of Hudson in the shower. He smirks while watching us, wrapping a hand back around his cock.