The Storm Series, page 35
I looked over my shoulder to see him staring at me, my face down ass up for him. “Like what? On all fours?”
“Looking like a forbidden offering,” he answered, his hand reaching out to rub my ass.
I dropped my head back down on the bed when I felt a bead of spit hit my puckered ass. While I felt a bit apprehensive because of the size of him, I wasn’t going to stop him if that’s what he wanted to do. I liked exploring in the bedroom just as much as the next girl, and so I wasn’t going to let fear stop me from trying it all with Phineas.
When I felt his dick slide into my pussy, I let out a low moan, giving him all the permission that he needed to move forward. When his thumb slid into my ass, I pushed back, giving him the green light for that, too. It was a simple case of trust, and I trusted that Phineas wouldn’t hurt me.
“I’m going to use your cum to get my dick nice and wet, love,” he said behind me, his voice low, dark, and sounding sexy as hell. “Then I’m going to stretch this tight ass of yours open, and you’re going to let me, aren’t you?”
I let out a little whimper, my body already succumbing to his dirty promises. “Yes…”
“Good girl,” he praised.
“Phineas…”
“Christ, I love it when you say my name like that,” he grunted as he pulled out of my pussy. “I love hearing you beg for me.”
When I felt the head of his cock push up against my ass, I let out a shaky breath, doing my best to relax my body the best that I could. I knew that it was going to feel uncomfortable going in, so I was prepared for that. I was just going to have to see myself through the discomfort to reap the reward that I knew he’d deliver on.
“Let me in, love,” Phineas coaxed as he kept pushing in. “Let me in, so that I can make it feel so good for you.”
A full minute or so later, Phineas finally managed to breach my opening, and I moaned as he took his time sliding in each inch of his cock. The stretch burned a bit, but I was so turned on that it didn’t bother me as much as it should. Phineas was fucking my ass, and the dirty deed felt forbidden and decadent, and I couldn’t get enough.
When I felt his hips against my ass, I let out another deep breath, unable to believe that he was inside me so deep. “Phineas…”
“I’m not going to last,” he confessed as he started to move slowly. “You’re so fucking tight around me, I don’t know if I can last longer than a few minutes, baby.”
“Move,” I begged. “Phineas, please…”
I felt him grab my hips before he started sliding into me in a steady rhythm, one designed to drive me out of my mind. “Begging already?” he taunted. “Does that mean you like my cock in your ass, baby?”
“Yes,” I confessed as I pushed my ass back with each of his thrusts. “Yes…”
“Such a good girl and dirty slut all in one, aren’t you?” he grunted. “Look at you, bent over with my dick deep in your tight ass and loving it.”
“More, Phineas…” I cried out. “I need more…”
I felt him reach underneath me, his fingers finding my clit easily. “Are you going to cum for me?”
“Yes…don’t stop…”
“Take that dick, baby,” he growled, his thrusts picking up as his fingers played between my legs. “Take that dick like it belongs to you, because it does.”
“Phineas…” I panted, my hands fisting in the sheets, my orgasm just within my reach.
“Fuck, you’re taking my cock like you were made for it,” he kept on. “You’re taking it like you love having your ass stretched around it.”
“Oh, God…” I screamed into the pillow as I came all over the place, my body practically seizing with my release, those white spots back, flashing behind my eyes. “Oh, God…Phineas…”
“Just like that, Sheridan,” he grunted. “Cum for me just like that, baby.”
I wasn’t sure how long my body gave him what he wanted, but soon, I felt his fingers tighten around my hips, his own orgasm taking over, and the painful pleasure was enough to ruin me for the rest of the night. I had no idea if I was going to be able to make it another round after this one, but I had a feeling that Phineas would find a way to make it work.
Chapter 18
Phineas~
With every minute that I spent with Sheridan, it was getting easier and easier to see why Ripley and Roark acted so unhinged towards Junie and Gypsy. Granted, Roark had always behaved a bit unorthodox towards women, even before he’d met Gypsy, but still.
Watching Sheridan nap, there was no question on whether I’d be moving to Quince or not. We still needed to have a conversation about the twins living with me, but that was a moot point at the moment since I still needed to speak with Phineas about the possibility. I honestly had no idea how he and/or Candy were going to react to the request, but I also knew that I wouldn’t be able to live with myself if I didn’t try to make things right for the boys.
A knock on the door had me getting out of bed, doing my best not to wake Sheridan. Between the competition, the show afterwards, and the two rounds of having her beneath me, I’d been starving as Sheridan had fallen asleep, so I had ordered two of everything from room service. With any luck, Sheridan and I were going to spend the rest of the night in bed together, so it wouldn’t hurt to have a few things to heat up in between her riding my dick and me fucking the hell out of her.
Throwing on a pair of sweats, I raced to the door when a second knock sounded. I didn’t want a naked Sheridan waking up, giving the waiter or waitress an eyeful. Moving forward, I was the only one allowed to see that sweet body of hers.
Swinging the door opened, I could feel my face blanch in dreaded surprise.
What in the fresh hell?
“See? I told you that he was here,” Mindy huffed, arching a blonde brow at her friend.
“I guess I won’t doubt you next time,” her friend tittered.
Snapping out of my stupor, I asked, “What the fuck are you doing here?”
“Oh, c’mon, Phinny,” she drawled out. “We’re here to help you celebrate.”
Before my weekend with Sheridan two years ago, Mindy had been a regular of mine. The woman was a classic athlete chaser, and her family was wealthy enough that she was able to chase dick that competed in winter sports. Mindy was the blonde that you imagined when you thought of some chick going to Aspen for the weekend with her friends. Blonde, blue-eyed, a huge rack, small waist, wide hips, and had no shame when it came to her acrobatic skills in the bedroom. The beautiful thing about her had been her candidness when it came to fucking indiscriminately. She’d been one of the few that hadn’t been looking for love, and that had made her perfect in my eyes back then. She also liked to get tag-teamed, which I’d done a few times with other fellow snowboarders or skiers.
I shook my head, still trying to process their visit. “How did you get my room number?”
“This is Chile,” she said haughtily like a snob. “All I had to do was flash a little cash.”
“Why?” I finally asked. “If you were at the competition, then you had to see that I have a fucking girlfriend.”
“Oh, please,” she scoffed, waving away my announcement. “We both know that men like you don’t have girlfriends. Plus, I got a good look at her, and she doesn’t strike me as the type that can do for you what me and Aubrey can do.” She tucked her chin in, trying to look coy. “Are you honestly going to tell me that she’s willing to ride your face while letting another woman suck your cock. Don’t forget, I know how much you like threesomes, Phinny.”
In a perfect world, I’d be able to call her a liar. However, it wasn’t a secret that I’d had my fair share of threesomes, and even a couple of foursomes. I was a fan of the female form, so it’d been a huge turn on to have more than one naked woman in my bed. Woman was God’s finest creation, and I still believed that. Nevertheless, I couldn’t see past my obsession with Sheridan to even want to look at another woman anymore. Sheridan was everything to me, and more than enough to satisfy me.
Now, while I wanted nothing more than to slam the door in her face, Mindy was the type of woman that wouldn’t go away unless you were very direct with her. It was also clear that I was going to have to make a Ripley-type announcement regarding my relationship with Sheridan. I refused to subject Sheridan to the Mindys of the world constantly knocking on our hotel room doors.
“Look, I get that you might think you know me well because of our history, but you don’t,” I bit out, angry that my past was finally catching up with me. “It doesn’t matter what I was into before I met my girlfriend. All that matters is what I’m into now, and she’s the only thing that I’m fucking interested in these days.”
“You can’t mean that,” Mindy whined.
“Oh, my God,” her friend huffed. “You said that we’d be spending the night with Phineas Moore, Mindy. You lied.”
“Oh, c’mon, Phineas,” Mindy snapped. “Guys like you don’t change. As soon as the honeymoon phase is over, you’ll be wishing that she was up for some double penetration with some of the other guys. You’ll be wishing that she ate pussy as well as rode cock.”
She was wrong.
So very fucking wrong.
“I’ll kill another guy if he so much as looks at her the wrong way, much less touches her,” I told her, the truth never so certain before now. “So…no, Mindy. I will not be wishing for anything other than what we already have together.”
She bristled, still unconvinced. “Well, since you’re not the only dick on the slopes, you’ll be able to find me later when you get tired of your ‘girlfriend’,” she replied snidely. “Again, guys like you don’t change, and I’ve spent enough time with you to know what really gets your dick hard, and a sweet girl that likes it missionary isn’t it.”
“Leave,” I snapped. “Leave before I have the hotel throw you the fuck out.”
Mindy stepped back, waving her fingers at me. “See you around, Phinny,” she sing-songed. “And don’t worry, I won’t hold this against you when you do finally come crawling back to what you really want.”
“I almost feel sorry for you because you actually believe that,” I scoffed. “Nevertheless, the only thing that I’m ever going to want is the one woman that I already have, and if you think you can compare, you’ve never been more wrong about anything in your life, Mindy.”
“We’ll see,” she remarked flippantly before they turned to leave, her friend hissing at her for ruining their night and lying to her about spending it in my bed.
I could feel a headache already coming on, but before I could shut the door, I saw the waiter with the room service trolley rolling his way towards the room. I had to remind myself that none of this mess was his fault, but it was hard.
“Hello,” I said, trying to sound reasonable.
“Room 1745?” he inquired, grinning. “You ordered two of everything.”
I nodded as cordially as I could. “That would be me.”
Still grinning, he said, “I can-”
“No, no,” I quickly rushed out as I reached for the trolley. “I can take care of it from here.”
His brows furrowed a bit. “Are you sure?”
I looked at his nametag because I didn’t like treating people like they were simply the help and nothing more. After all, ‘the help’ had raised me. “I’m sure, Julio,” I assured him. “I’ve got a sleeping girlfriend inside, so I’m sure you understand.”
His brown eyes widened. “Oh, sorry. Of course.”
I gave him a quick nod as he relinquished the trolley. “Thank you for your help, though.”
“Yeah, of course,” he stammered a bit. “If you need anything more, just call the front desk.”
“I will,” I said before giving him a quick nod to send him on his way.
As soon as Julio went back about his business, I shut the door as quietly as I could, then looked down at the trolley full of food. Ten minutes ago, I’d been starving and had wanted nothing more than to be a glutton for the rest of the night, but that was no more. Mindy’s visit had ruined my appetite, and I was close to feeling like she’d just ruined my appetite for snowboarding in general. With the winter games coming up this year, I knew that I was going to see her every-fucking-where, and the very thought turned my stomach.
However, the situation was worse than that. Having lived my single life unapologetically, I was bound to run into a lot of women that I’d slept with in the past, and putting myself in Sheridan’s shoes, I couldn’t imagine going to pick her up from work, seeing her surrounded by a bunch of guys that she’d slept with. How was she going to feel special when hundreds of other women knew me as intimately as she did? Yeah, she was getting a side to me that no one else had ever gotten, but women didn’t care about that kind of shit. Sheridan was going to feel like one of many every time that she accompanied me to a competition, and that really fucking sucked.
I ran my hands through my hair as I tried to figure out what to do. However, before I could even begin to formulate a plan, Sheridan’s voice hit my ears, and this day was turning out to be shit when it had started out beautifully.
“Yeah, I’m not asleep.”
Chapter 19
Sheridan~
Even though I’d known that Phineas had been living his life to the fullest before I’d met him, I hadn’t been prepared to hear the details of just how full his life had been. I hadn’t been prepared to hear how he liked threesomes, women that swung both ways, and how he’d had no problem sharing those women. I hadn’t been prepared for his past to come knocking on his hotel room door, especially after he’d made it clear that he’d had a girlfriend during the post-competition interviews.
I also hadn’t expected to feel so…so inadequate as Mindy described all the things that she could do for Phineas that I’d never do. Now, while I didn’t consider myself a prude, I wasn’t gay nor had any desire to get intimate with another female. As for being tagged-teamed, I supposed that if the relationship was just sex, then I had no real opinion about that one way or the other. However, I could admit that my feelings would be hurt if the man that I cared about had no problem sharing me with another man. Maybe it was old-fashioned of me to feel that way, but that’s how I felt, and I refused to apologize for my personal comfort zone. I also didn’t like the idea of seeing the man that I cared about losing himself inside another woman. I didn’t have the kind of confidence that it took to be able to experience such a thing.
Phineas rubbed the back of his neck uncomfortably. “Yeah, sorry about that.”
“Don’t be,” I said as I swung the sheets back, suddenly very aware of my nudity.
“What are you doing?” he asked as soon as I started gathering my clothes off the floor to get dressed, ignoring the robe that I’d had on earlier.
“Putting my clothes on,” I said, stating the obvious, though refusing to look at him.
After a heartbeat of silence, he asked, “Are you hungry? I ordered two of everything.” He chuckled awkwardly. “I…I wasn’t sure what you liked.”
Once I draped my t-shirt over my bra and panties, I finally looked over at him. “Well, I can tell you what I don’t like, Phineas,” I said. “I don’t like threesomes, being intimate with other women, or being shared with other men.” Phineas straightened to his full height, regarding me carefully. “I also don’t like being awakened by women that seem to know my boyfriend better than I do.”
“That’s not fair,” he replied, his voice irritatingly even and controlled. “It’s not like I invited them up here, Sheridan.”
“No, I suppose you didn’t,” I agreed as I walked over to one of the chairs to grab my jeans.
“Are we really going to fight about this?” he asked, leaving the food tray to make his way over to where I was getting dressed.
“No,” I answered, proud of myself for not behaving like a raving lunatic. “I don’t see how there’s anything to fight about, Phineas.”
“Oh, really?” he scoffed. “So…this is…what, exactly?”
I finished buttoning my jeans when I looked over at him again. “This is me making a healthy decision for myself,” I informed him. “What just happened wasn’t pleasant, and I have no desire to ever feel this way again.”
“What the fuck does that mean?” he finally snapped. “I don’t have control over who stays in the same hotels as I do.”
“I’m not suggesting that you do or are able to,” I countered. “I’m simply telling you that I have no desire to live in your past, Phineas. A past that will probably never stay in the past if what just happened is any indication.”
“Are you fucking kidding me right now?”
“No.”
“What the fuck do you want me to do, Sheridan?” he asked. “If you were awake for all of that, then you heard me tell her that you were my girlfriend and that I wasn’t interested in anyone but you.”
“Yeah, until the honeymoon phase is over.”
His jaw ticked, and an angry Phineas Moore was something new. “I didn’t say that shit,” he bit out. “She did.”
“But is she wrong?” I challenged. “What happens when you finally get bored with missionary, Phineas?”
He was in my face before I could finish my sentence. “Considering that I just had you on all fours with my dick buried in your ass not an hour ago, how the fuck do you figure that I’ll end up getting bored with missionary?”
I almost flinched at his harsh reminder.
“Well, considering that anal sex is probably no big deal for you, I can see you getting bored with that as well,” I fired back, refusing to lose my point. “In fact, I can see you getting bored with anything that’s not damn near an orgy.”
“Are you seriously throwing my past in my face?” he asked. “A past that had nothing to do with you or our relationship now?”
“No,” I semi-lied. “I’m simply making it clear that I will not be in a relationship where I won’t feel like I’m enough.”
