The Storm Series, page 32
When I opened the door, Phineas was standing on the other side, and I hated how he’d gone to the trouble to look nice for our date. Though he was in jeans, gone were the t-shirts, and he looked seriously hot in his dark green button-up. It brought out the emerald glow of his green eyes, and the sleeves were rolled up to his elbows, and every woman knew that move was equivalent to a woman showing off her cleavage.
“Hey, baby,” he greeted, confidence rolling off him in waves. “You ready?”
“Why did you sneak out of bed that morning?” I blurted, finally asking the one question that’d been haunting me for two years. “I mean, you made your escape unscathed, so why come back? Why ask me out now?” I knew that I was rambling, but I didn’t care. Now that the question was out there, I couldn’t stop myself. “You don’t need me to get your dick wet, so why are you here? Why are you blackmailing me into a date? What is this, Phineas?”
“Unscathed,” he echoed. “Is that really what you think?”
“I woke up to an empty bed, so…yeah, that’s what I think.”
Phineas glanced behind my shoulder. “May I enter, or do you want to have this conversation out here?”
I stepped back to let him inside my condo. “If you made actual dinner reservations, then you should probably cancel,” I muttered as he walked by me.
“I normally don’t need to,” he said, his arrogance shining through. “I’m usually seated once they recognize who I am.”
“Must be nice,” I deadpanned as I shut the door behind me.
Phineas smirked as he turned to face me. “It is,” he replied candidly. “However, I’ve also worked very hard for the life that I have.”
That bothered me.
“You might have worked hard for the career that you have, but life has a lot more options when you come from money, Phineas,” I pointed out. “It’s not like you crawled your way out of poverty to become one of the best on the slopes.”
His brows jumped in surprise. “Touché,” he chuckled.
“Well, it’s true,” I muttered as I got off my soapbox.
“Fine,” he conceded. “My life might have been an emotional mess growing up, but you’re right about the money. Snowboarding is an expensive hobby, and when I started taking an interest in the sport, the money was there to make it happen.” Phineas cocked his head a bit. “Now, can we put my arrogance aside and get back to the topic at hand?”
I let out a heavy sigh. “Might as well.”
His lips twitched. “I didn’t sneak out of bed that morning, Sheridan,” he started. “I’d actually gone to find Roark that morning. Knowing that Ripley and Junie would be busy with their newfound romance, I hadn’t wanted to bother them, so I’d gone looking for Roark to ask him for some advice on what to do about you.” I could feel my heart begin to beat faster. “I wasn’t ready to call it quits, but I didn’t know enough about you to say that. I’d wanted an edge before asking for your phone number.”
“So, did he give you any advice?”
“No,” he answered. “Everyone was already up and getting ready to leave, and you know how Roark is when women tend to do things for themselves. By the time that he’d gotten Démon and Junie situated, you had come out of the room with your bags.”
Though I didn’t want to admit it, I could see that happening. Even though Démon had Bruce and Junie had Ripley, Roark still stepped in to take care of whatever woman was in his immediate vicinity. Being around Roark Storm made you feel like you were stepping back in time with the way that he catered to women. It was sweet if a bit unusual for this day and age.
“Then, before I could ask for your number, you turned cold on me, dismissing our weekend together, making it clear that you weren’t interested in carrying on,” he went on.
“I woke up to an empty bed on our last morning together,” I pointed out. “I took that as a hint.”
“I can see that now,” he replied softly.
“Besides, you’re Phineas Moore,” I went on, feeling the need to defend myself. “Why would I think that you’d want more? Your reputation off the slopes is rather legendary, Mr. Moore.”
“I’ve told you to quit calling me that, love,” he said as he eyed me. “Mr. Moore is my father, and I’m nothing like my father.”
“You just said to quit calling you that,” I replied. “You never mentioned the personal reason behind your request, so I thought that you were just being an ass.” I let out another deep breath. “However, now that I’m aware that it’s a personal thing for you, I apologize. It won’t happen again.”
His green gaze regarded me carefully as he asked, “Would you have given me your number that morning had I asked?”
“I don’t know,” I answered truthfully. “With the way that I was feeling after waking up alone, probably not.”
Phineas gave me a terse nod. “Why didn’t you ask me about this two years ago?”
“Because I was trying to take responsibility for jumping in bed with a man like you.”
His brows jumped again. “A man like me?”
I nodded. “You’ve enjoyed being single, Phineas,” I stated unnecessarily. “I knew who you were when I agreed to let you into my bed. I knew that it was going to be a weekend-only thing, so I did my best to abide by the unspoken rule.”
His eyes narrowed a bit in thought. “See, that’s where I’m confused, love. I remember every minute of our weekend together, so at what point in time did I say or do anything that would give you the impression that I only wanted you for a weekend?”
I shrugged. “Honestly, I thought that was just your usual spiel.”
Phineas choked out a laugh. “Christ, you really don’t think highly of me, do you?”
“Even though you’re single, take responsibility for your behaviors, Phineas,” I told him. “Like most of the world, I only know what the tabloids and medal counts have told me.”
He straightened to his full height. “Fair enough.” I didn’t back up as he made his way towards me. “Nevertheless, for the record, everything that I did or said that weekend had nothing to do with my ‘usual spiel’. If you want to know the truth, I don’t spend time with women outside the hotel room, love. We shag, then I send them on their way.”
“Forced proximity,” I offered as an explanation to why that hadn’t been the case with us.
“C’mon, Sheridan,” he said as he reached for my hips. “It was more than that, and you know it. You’re just hellbent on making me the villain here, so that you don’t have to admit that you might actually like me.”
“That’s not tr-”
“Don’t make me have to bring up the fake boyfriend, love.”
Yeah, that shut me up.
“Just admit that you’re scared, and I’ll go easy on you.”
Looking into his green eyes, there was no way that Phineas Moore was going to go easy on me.
Chapter 12
Phineas~
Staring at her so intently, I recognized the second that she gave up the fight. Her russet-colored eyes dilated with need, no longer looking at me like I was the enemy.
Leaning down, I placed my lips on the side of Sheridan’s neck, and she turned her head to let me. “Do you still feel like going to dinner?” I asked. “If you do, then you’d better say something now, love.”
“No, not really,” she answered breathlessly as her hand slid down the front of my jeans.
I moaned softly against her skin. “Be careful, Sheridan,” I warned. “Don’t start something you’re not ready to finish, baby.”
“It’s been two years since I’ve had you, Phineas,” she said as if I could forget. “And I haven’t forgotten a thing about our weekend together.”
Straightening, I reached for my jeans, then began unbuttoning them. “Tell me how much you missed my cock,” I demanded as the sound of my zipper filled the room.
Looking up at me, she said, “I missed you.”
With the way that she was looking up at me, I knew that I was in danger of falling in love with her before the night was over. “Your eyes can make a man forget himself, love.”
“Maybe that’s what I want,” she replied unabashedly.
“Well, after our weekend together, you should know exactly what it takes to make me forget myself,” I pointed out.
“I remember exactly what you like,” she said as she began lowering herself onto her knees.
Grabbing her shoulders, I quickly stopped her. “What you’re not going to do is kneel before me with your clothes on, baby.” Her eyes flared. “I want to see your tits bounce and your ass out while you’ve got my cock in your mouth.”
“What about your clothes?” she asked, even as she was reaching for the waistband of her skirt.
I didn’t say anything as I started to remove my shirt, and when Sheridan’s skirt slid down her legs, I knew that I wasn’t going to last long in her mouth. She wasn’t the only one that had kept a calendar and was aware that it’d been two years since we’d last been like this together.
When Sheridan reached back to unsnap her bra, I felt my mouth water as the lace straps slid off her shoulders, the entire garment falling from her sexy frame. I loved how petite she was, and because of that, I was able to put the woman in positions that lots of other women wouldn’t be able to handle. Plus, her slenderness enhanced her femininity. Sheridan looked like a delicate China doll, so hearing her scream out my name was really something else.
The second that she removed her panties, I grabbed a fistful of her hair, then pushed her down to her knees. Some women didn’t appreciate that move, but I’d learn a lot about Sheridan during our weekend together, and one of the things that I’d learn was that she had no problem being submissive in the bedroom, though that tongue of hers could flay you alive outside of it.
With the hold that I had on her hair, I pulled her head back until she was looking up at me. I grabbed the base of my dick with my other hand, then told her, “Open your mouth, baby. Tongue out.”
She immediately obeyed, and with her eyes on mine, I tapped her tongue with my hard cock, and she let me. Sheridan didn’t mind getting dirty, and that was one of the biggest turn-ons ever. She acted like a respectable teacher during the day, but then she acted like a filthy slut at night. If she’d had to wear prescription glasses, then I would have made her wear them whenever we fucked.
“Put your hands on my thighs,” I instructed as I kept tapping her tongue with the head of my dick. “Show me how much you trust me, baby.”
As soon as Sheridan placed her hands against my thighs, I slipped my cock inside her mouth, and her lips immediately closed over my length, taking each inch like a good fucking girl. Luckily for me, Sheridan was one of the few women that loved sucking cock. She didn’t find it degrading or liken it to a household chore. She liked being on her knees for me, and I loved having her there.
“That’s it, baby,” I groaned. “Suck that dick like a good whore.” I pushed into her mouth deeper. “Let me hear you gag on it. Let me see you struggle to take it all.”
Not for nothing, I wasn’t a small guy. While lots of women spoke of big dicks and endless orgasms, when you could actually deliver on both those things, it wasn’t always appreciated. Since all women were built differently, some could handle it, some couldn’t. Like God offering the ultimate gift, Sheridan knew how to take a big cock. Even as petite as she was, she took the pleasure with the pain like a champ, and that made me one lucky sonofabitch.
When her gagging noises hit my eardrums, I reached around to the back of her neck, then shoved my dick farther into her mouth, holding her there, letting the muscles in her throat massage my cock. After a few seconds, I pulled back, and the sounds of her catching her breath were enough to almost drive me to my knees. She also kept her hands on my thighs as silent permission to let me do whatever I wanted to do to her while she was down there.
After tightening my hold on her neck, I started fucking her face in measured strokes, and the noises that she made when she had a mouthful of my cock were the stuff of dreams. Sheridan gagged, slurped, whimpered, and moaned all around me, and she sounded like this was for her pleasure as much as it was for mine.
“You like that, baby?” I grunted, already feeling that familiar sensation forming in my balls. “You like sucking my dick? You like being on your knees for me?”
Unable to speak with her mouth full of me, Sheridan just groaned loudly, the vibrations dancing across the length of my shaft. She was doing her best to take me all, and if my memory served me correctly, she was going to eagerly swallow every drop when the time came, something that she wasn’t shy about doing at all.
“Fuck, I love the way you suck cock,” I groaned. “You always swallow me like I’m your favorite meal, baby.”
When Sheridan lifted those doe-eyes to look up at me, I lost it. I wasn’t sure how I’d lasted two years without her, but now that I had her back, I knew that going two days without her was going to be too much for me to handle. As she swallowed every spurt of cum that I unleashed on her tongue, I could actually feel myself getting lightheaded with how everything with this woman still wasn’t going to be enough for me.
I looked down, then watched her let out a deep breath once she was done swallowing me, and because she really was filthy, her tongue went to work, licking my entire dick clean, which took some effort since I was over eight inches.
When Sheridan was done, she looked up at me. “I missed this.”
She had no fucking idea.
I reached down, then ran my thumb across her lower lip. “If you weren’t a teacher, I’d take a picture of you like this and use it as my phone’s screensaver.”
Her eyes flared. “If you want pictures of me, just get yourself an old camera that can’t be hacked.”
“You’d let me take pictures of you like this?”
The beautiful goddess nodded. “If you haven’t guessed by now, I’ll pretty much let you do anything that you want to do to me.”
I grabbed her shoulders, then helped her stand. Cradling her face in my hands, I said, “You know, I’m not sure which version I like more; the woman that flayed me alive with her tongue when we’d first met, or the woman that comes undone when I touch her.”
“Lucky for you, I’m both,” she replied seriously. “So, you’ll never have to choose.”
I was lucky.
Very fucking lucky.
Letting go of her face, I slipped my right hand in between her thighs. “How wet for me are you, baby?”
“You tell me,” she whispered, eager to play.
The sounds of her slick pussy hit my ears as soon as my fingers slid through her folds. “Fuck, you’re drenched.”
Her hands latched onto my arms to help keep her upright. “I told you that I missed you.”
Staring down into her lust-filled eyes, I said, “I hope you’re prepared for no sleep tonight, love.” I rubbed her folds expertly. “I plan on keeping you up all night long.”
“Phineas…” she moaned as my fingers played with her clit.
“Tell me what you need, Sheridan,” I ordered. “Are my fingers enough, or do you want my tongue also?”
“Yes,” she answered shamelessly. “I want all of you.”
Little did she know that she already had all of me. Of course, I knew better than to tell her that right now, but that didn’t make it any less true.
This woman had all of me.
Including my heart.
Chapter 13
Sheridan~
Though my jaw was aching a bit, the discomfort was worth it. Nothing made me feel more powerful than bringing Phineas to his knees while I was on mine. It might look like he’d been only using me, but that’s not how it’d been at all. I enjoyed being dominated in the bedroom, and Phineas knew exactly how to capitalize on that. He was rough enough without crossing a line, and that gift drove me insane with need. In fact, everything that Phineas did blew my mind.
My nails sunk into Phineas’ skin when he slid a third finger inside me, and if I’d had even one modest bone in my body, I’d be embarrassed by how wet I was for him. That third finger slid in easily, even if it was still a tight fit. The sounds of his fingers stretching me were obscene, but such a turn on. I also knew that Phineas got off on how soaked he could make me; he seemed insatiable for it.
“Is that what you need, baby?” he rasped, his other hand coming up to cup my breast. “Do you need to be full of me?”
“Yes,” I answered. “Yes…”
“Fuck, I missed this,” he said, though I wasn’t even sure if he was talking to me or just thinking out loud. “I can’t tell you how much I fucking missed everything about you, Sheridan.”
“Phineas…” I moaned as I felt him curl his fingertips inside me.
Kneading my breast expertly, he said, “I’m going to make you cum on my fingers, then you’re going to cum on my face, and then you’re going to cum on my cock.” I whimpered as I held onto him tighter. “I’m going to keep you cumming all fucking night long.”
His words hit me exactly where they needed to, so it wasn’t long before my body started to clench around his fingers, that need building deep in my core. While I wasn’t a shy virgin fresh off the farm, that weekend with Phineas had been the best sex of my life, so my body was already familiar with what he was capable of.
“Phineas…please…” I begged as his fingers slid deeper inside me. “God…”
Phineas let go of my breast, then wrapped his arm around my waist, his fingers finally reaching that spot deep inside me, and my hands gripped him for dear life as my body exploded in euphoria, my orgasm rocketing every inch of my body. I had no idea what determine the strength of a woman’s orgasm, but I always saw white spots behind my eyes when Phineas was the one pushing me over that edge.
“That’s it, baby,” he cooed. “Cum for me. Make a mess, so that I can lick it all up.”
