Page 14 of Phoenix Rising
Burton growled, “Fuck, I want to come inside you.”
“Next time, bah! I want to clench down as both of you fill me, but for now, mark me!”
As he writhed on top of me, he reached for Luka and captured his mouth in a scorching kiss.
My dick jumped and dribbled at the sight.
Luka reached down without breaking the kiss and ran the tip of his finger around the crown of Burton’s pulsing prick, but when his thumb ran over his frenulum, Burton clung to the bigger man and devoured Luka’s mouth.
Hot ropes of come painted my stomach and streaked over one nipple. I reached up, curious, and licked the creamy essence of Burton off my thumb.
“Fuck!”
Both men fell onto the bed next to me as I slow blinked. My body sunk into the bed and because of the heat given off by Luka and Burton’s mere presence, I felt warm and safe.
“Mm nnngg ff,” I mumbled, unable to form words. Exhaustion overwhelmed me. My eyes blinked closed before I drifted off into oblivion.
CHAPTER 5
LUKA
It’d takenme two and a half weeks to get used to Phoenix’s schedule despite already being an early riser, by that I mean six-thirty unless it was the weekend, so being conscious at four-thirty was a struggle.
Before our lives intertwined, and on a typical morning, Phoenix woke at five because he lived above his bakery. He’d stumble his way downstairs to create the delicious pastries and breads in distinct flavor combinations he changed up every week, while drinking copious amounts of coffee to wake at his own pace. Then he’d make his own mayo for the various aiolis for the sandwich offerings that day, among a million other tasks which made his bakery and the food he served spectacular.
Curious, I asked him why he opened at seven instead of earlier. His sassy answer made both me and B smile.
“Since there is a certain coffee chain on every corner, sometimes even right across the street from each other and they open at stupid o’clock, the early risers can get their coffee. Plus, people don’t eat breakfast right after they wake up. They also choose not to eat food trucked in, made from various vendors with differing results pulled out of packages and displayed as though they were homemade.” His growl impressed even me.
But the man’s ordinary days changed after the initial weekend we spent together. Friday afternoon exposed our desires and the truths we’d all be hiding for months, along with relieving the pressure of all the what if’s we’d had before he came home with B and I.
Saturday morning changed something fundamental in me.
The intimacy we shared, while intense because of it being our initial foray into revealing our connection to each other, settled those incongruent thoughts about our budding relationship. Phoenix was secure knowing that we wanted whatever was best for him and felt free enough to explore his sensual side.
In the minutes B and I left him alone in my bedroom, now our bedroom, Phoenix crawled under the covers and fell asleep. As if sensing my and then B’s presence, he kicked the covers off his striking body and allowed us to study him. His pouty lips pursed, even in sleep, an inducement if there ever was one. The paleness of his skin as it contrasted with the peach of his mouth, bringing his sexy physique into focus. His head turned toward me with his hand near his face, his other opened on his stomach, the picture of temptation incarnate, although I’d known it wasn’t on purpose.
The sultry side of the younger man staggered me when he stretched out on the bed, similar to a cat sunning himself. After getting his permission for me and B to touch him, he revealed flawless skin along with his cock, which matched his body type perfectly. The sight of his long, slim, and pale dick pressed alongside B’s thicker one sent heat rushing through me.
But what set me off was the direct, demanding side coming from the shy, enchanting man who knew the precise method to command us to do his bidding.
He reined in B, denying him control, and directed him to where and how he wanted him. I’d never seen my best friend so compliant, but the soft expression on his face and the spark inhis emerald eyes told me everything I needed to know. B, like me, would go to the ends of the earth for our man.
I heard the back door open and the click of the girls’ nails against the wooden floor as they headed out to the backyard. After a moment, arms wrapped around my waist and hands opened over my stomach as he burrowed his face into my back as his unmistakable vanilla scent drifted up to me.
I sighed as a sense of peace washed over me and placed my sizable hand over his, savoring his touch.
“Sleep well?”
He nodded, rubbing his forehead against my back. His words made me chuckle.
“Yeah, I’ve never slept better. Although it took me several minutes to wiggle out of Burton’s hold. He was dreaming and didn’t want to let me go.”
After the weekend where we persuaded the younger man to spend those few days getting to know us and ingratiating himself as Stella and Ruby’s favorite human, Phoenix headed home Sunday afternoon to prepare for the week. As we dropped him off, it was as if I was missing a piece of myself.
That night, B and I barely slept. My king bed was empty without either man by my side, and B complained the entire next day about his ‘uncomfortable as fuck’ bed and no warmth.
But when we walked into Phoenix Rising and spotted our man leaning against the glass display, eyes heavy lidded with bruised smudges underneath, my heart stopped.
