Chapter 10 - Ivy
I've never been this wet, never been this hazy with pleasure. My mind is foggy, focused only on the man in front of me, the sensations coursing through my body, the desperate need for more.
Phoenix pulls back just enough to yank his shirt over his head, and I can't help myself. My hands immediately reach out, running down the hard planes of his chest, tracing the lines of his six-pack abs. He's all muscle and ink, scars and strength, the most beautiful thing I've ever seen.
He's real. This is real.
Then he's positioning himself above me, settling between my thighs. I can feel his cock rubbing against my entrance, thick and hard, and my whole body clenches with anticipation.
"You sure?" he asks one more time, and God, I love that he keeps asking. Keeps making sure I want this.
"Yes. Please, Phoenix. I need you."
He guides his cock inside me, and I tilt my head back, my hands flying up to grip my own breasts, still slick with his saliva from earlier. He's so much bigger than Cole, filling me in a way I've never been filled before.
Fuck.
I love it.
And he doesn't complain at all. Cole used to complain constantly. He said I was too wet inside, that his cock kept slipping, that I needed to do something about it like it was a problem I could fix. He made me feel broken, defective, wrong.
But Phoenix doesn't say a word. He just keeps pushing in, inch by glorious inch, until he's fully seated inside me. His size makesno difference to how wet I am. He's big enough that it doesn't matter, that he fills me completely regardless.
And he doesn't rush.
Cole always rushed, pounding into me like he was trying to finish a race. But Phoenix starts slowly, rocking his hips like a soft wave crashing against the shore.
It feels like I'm in a dream. Like none of this is real, like I never actually ran away and I'm going to wake up back in that dirty bed in the Vipers' clubhouse, Cole passed out drunk beside me, my body aching from whatever he'd done the night before.
How could my life have changed so much in twenty-four hours?
But when I force myself to open my half-lidded eyes, to keep them open for a few seconds despite the pleasure threatening to drown me, Phoenix is right there. On top of me, looking down at me, his dark eyes locked on mine.
His breathing is hard. There are lines creased in his forehead from concentration. Sweat is dripping from his hair, sliding down his temples. His mouth is half-open, and I can hear each ragged breath he takes.
He's here. He's real. This is happening.
"You look beautiful taking my cock," he says, his voice strained.
I reach up, placing my hands on both sides of his face, feeling the scrape of stubble against my palms.
"Harder," I whisper. "Faster. Please, Phoenix."
A smirk crosses his face, dangerous and so fucking sexy I almost come right then. He braces his arms on either side of my head, turning them into pillars that cage me in. Then he changes his pace completely.
The gentle rocking transforms into hard, fast thrusts. He's giving me exactly what I asked for, his hips snapping against mine, his cock driving deep with every movement.
"Yes," I gasp. "Yes, just like that."
The rain outside is harder now, pounding against the roof in rhythm with our bodies. The bed is creaking beneath us, the frame protesting the force of Phoenix's thrusts.
I have no idea if the other bikers can hear us. The clubhouse isn't that big, and the walls probably aren't that thick. They probably know exactly what we're doing up here.
I don't care.
It's only us in this bedroom. Only Phoenix, me and this perfect moment that's eclipsing every bad thing I've ever experienced. I need this so much. Need to moan his name, the name of the man who's protecting me, who promised to keep me safe, who's giving me pleasure I didn't know existed.
"Phoenix," I moan, loud and shameless. "God, Phoenix, don't stop."
