I grind my molars when I see a text from Phoenix instead.
Phoenix: Are you up?
Lennon: Are you drunk?
While I know Phoenix giving Sabrina a taste of her own medicine was his way of trying to right one of his many wrongs, it doesn’t magically make everything better.
I let my guard down in front of him the other night and not only was that senseless…it was a mistake.
In order to ensure it never happens again, I have to set some boundaries.
He’s the client and I’m the…babysitter.
Tiny dots appear at the end of my screen before it lights up with a new message.
Phoenix: Not currently. Why?
Lennon: Because that’s the only time I’m contractually obligated to talk to you.
Phoenix: Last I checked, you’re contractually obligated to be there for me when I need you.
I’m pretty sure my sigh is louder than Chandler’s snoring.
Lennon: Fine. What do you need?
Phoenix: What are you wearing?
I squint as I type out my response.
Lennon: Pajamas.
Phoenix: So, my T-shirt and a pair of panties?
Darn it. I’ve got to throw this damn thing out.
Lennon: No.
Phoenix: No panties?
Lennon: No T-shirt, asshole.
Phoenix: Even better.
He’s the freaking worst. I swear.
Lennon: Inappropriate much?
Phoenix: Very much.
On that we agree.
Lennon: Good night.
I’m about to put my phone down, but another text comes through.
Phoenix: You used to like that about me.
Lennon: I used to like a lot of things about you.
I close my eyes as memories puncture me.
I liked his crudeness and his dirty mouth.
The way he took control.
How he pushed me past my limits and the things he brought out of me.
I liked how he didn’t give a fuck what anyone else thought about him.
How hard he worked to make a better life for himself.
The raw talent he has.
How he was rough around the edges, but once he finally permitted you to get a brief peek inside, you realized he was actually sensitive…and complex. Damaged.
Even though he refused to let his scars define him.
I didn’t just like Phoenix Walker…
I loved him.
My phone goes off with another incoming text.
Phoenix: You still do.
Not anymore.
Lennon: Quite the imagination you have.
Phoenix: You have no idea.
Lennon: I’m going to sleep.
Phoenix: I imagine how sexy you looked with my cock stuffed in your mouth. How eager you were to please me and how fucking hard it was not to come.
My heart kicks up, both the organ and me completely caught off guard.
Phoenix: That’s why I made you jerk me after we pulled up to your house that night. You turned me on so fucking much. I wanted to make it last a little longer.
A rush of heat snakes through me, coiling around my lungs.
Phoenix: I imagine teasing your little pussy with my fingers and tongue.
My cheeks burn and my chest heaves on a shallow breath.
I have to put an end to this.
Lennon: You can stop now. I’m not interested.
He doesn’t.
Phoenix: You were so wet when I put them inside you. All I could think about was tasting you.
My nipples pull tight against my T-shirt…
And that’s when I realize.
He’s not typing these words.
He’s saying them aloud.
Knowing that sends a whole new wave of arousal through me.
Phoenix: I could have your pretty cunt for every meal and it still wouldn’t be enough.
Jesus.
I press my thighs together, desperate to relieve the ache.
Phoenix: I imagine the needy way you moaned my name as I made you come. How you bucked your hips, demanding more.
I no longer have the strength to tell him to stop.
Phoenix: I imagine you climbing out of bed, sneaking in here, and riding my cock.
A pulse throbs between my legs as I imagine the same thing.
Phoenix: I imagine those plump pink lips stretching around me as you slide down slowly, giving yourself time to adjust. But I can’t wait any longer to have you, so I’d grab your hips and force you to take every inch of me at once.
I nearly whimper. God, it would hurt…in the best possible way.
Phoenix: I’d fuck you so good you wouldn’t be able to think about how wrong it was.
Phoenix: And I wouldn’t stop fucking you. Not until
Not until what? I almost scream.
Then my phone rings.
Do. Not. Answer.
Silently cursing myself, I swipe the green button. So quickly, I don’t realize it’s a FaceTime call until it’s too late.
My stomach clenches and a shiver breaks free when my screen lights up with the image of Phoenix’s hand moving up and down his dick.
He groans and I nearly jump out of my skin with panic as I fetch my headphones and plug them in.
This is so wrong, but I don’t care.
All I can focus on is the way his thumb glides over the thick, pulsing veins of his big cock with every stroke and the ragged breathing filling my ears as he vigorously pumps himself with skilled efficiency.
A slow tremble crawls down my spine. I’m so wet my inner thighs are slick with it.
“Lennon.”
The hoarse, raspy way he says my name has me slipping my hand inside my panties.
Biting my lip so I don’t make a sound, I rub my clit feverishly as I watch the muscles in his thighs clench and thick ropes of cum jet out of his pulsing cock, spilling along his stomach and hand.
I go off like a rocket as he gives himself one final stroke, squeezing the tip.
Then the screen goes black.
After catching my breath, I rip my headphones off.
Safe to say I should have no problem falling asleep now.
I roll over, intending to do just that, but my phone lights up with another text.
Phoenix: Looks like we’re both liars.
Lennon: What are you talking about?
Phoenix: If you weren’t interested, you could have hung up…but you didn’t.
My nostrils fill with the delicious aroma of bacon, pancakes, and banana bread.
“Is this heaven?” Phoenix questions as I open the dividing door and head out to the kitchen where everyone is already eating.
Storm stuffs his mouth with a forkful of pancakes. “Nah. Heaven is when she makes biscuits and gravy.”
Grams slaps the back of his head. “Are you insulting the food I just made? Be grateful you have a nice home-cooked meal instead of that stale cereal I found in the cupboard.”
Storm sulks. “I’m grateful, Grams.”
She smiles when she sees me. “Come on, sweet pea. Grab yourself a plate. Let’s put some meat back on those bones.”