The Words

by Ashley Jade

We’ve never uttered a single word to one another… But sometimes I feel like nobody knows him better than I do.

“Scared I’m gonna have my wicked way with you? Do all the dirty little things you think about when you’re alone in your bed at night…touching yourself?”

“When I get lost in music, nothing else matters…because all the bad shit has been stripped away, and I become a brand-new canvas. One that turns me into whatever the notes, chords, and lyrics need me to be. It’s like a spell has been cast, and I’m no longer human. I’m no longer matter taking up space…I’m sheer energy. A vessel for magic I can’t even begin to explain. All I know is those sparks of magic…it’s the best feeling in the world. It’s what I live and breathe for. It’s what drives me.”

“Whenever I’m singing or playing, I’m the most authentic version of myself. It’s the only time I don’t want to be anyone else.”

“No, we’re not.” Sadness twists her features. “Because friends don’t fuck people who bully their friends.”

Wrapping my hair around one hand and fisting his dick with the other, he guides me back to his cock. “Open.”

When I find a rhythm he particularly likes, he grunts and bucks his hips into my face. “Fuck yeah. Suck me just like that.”

His whole body shudders. “Fuck. I’m gonna—” He pushes down on my head so hard I gag. “Don’t move.”

I start to move away, but he grabs my hand and places it back on his dick, guiding it up and down.

A startled gasp flies out of me when his free hand tightens around my throat. His hold isn’t strong enough to suffocate me, but enough that it makes breathing a little more difficult.

Inclining his head, he inhales me. “Jerk it faster,” he rasps, running his lips along the side of my throat. Both his words and the...

“You’re so sweet and innocent.” I’m about to remind him that what I’m doing right now is neither sweet nor innocent, but his teeth graze my neck. “The thought of corrupting the shit out of you turns me on so fucking much.”

I stumble over the lyrics when his lips graze my neck and I feel his cock harden. “Don’t stop.”

My head feels hot and heavy as his warm breath gusts over my skin and he runs his hands down the sides of my waist.

A sharp bite has me gasping. “You’re not the one in control.” His tongue darts out, soothing the sting. “Keep singing.”

With a low grunt, Phoenix grinds his massive erection into my ass, like he can’t help himself.

Another rush of adrenaline spirals through me, but it’s quickly followed by a trail of nerves when he palms my breast. Sadly, I didn’t get the consolation prize that tends to come with being a big girl. While I have slightly more than a handful, they’re not huge. I’m afraid Phoenix will be disappointed. His voice is a rough scrape against my shoulder blade as he pinches my nipple through my bra. “Get out of your head.”

Heat blooms over my chest and face when his hand disappears under my T-shirt. When he reaches my bra, he tugs it down and plumps my bare breast in his big hand.

A shiver courses through me when his free hand finds the waistband of my jeans. I start to protest as he flicks open the button, because there’s no way he can touch me there without feeling my lower stomach.

A startled, strangled sound leaves me when he shoves his hand inside my underwear and cups me.

His finger slides over my slick flesh, teasing me. My vibrato turns into a moan when the pad of his finger finds my clit and he makes a wet little circle around it. Taunting.

I’ve played with myself lots of times, but nothing compares to this. It’s like he’s making my body his instrument, producing whatever sensations and sounds he wants from me. In the span of minutes, I’ve gone from sheer panic to wanting to beg him to take me right here, right now. A whimper fills the room when his long finger plunges inside me.

I become so dizzy my fingers fumble over the keys like intoxicated frat boys. His dark voice is an electrifying live wire. “Don’t stop.” I want to tell him that when he drags his finger out and pushes it back ...

He adds another finger, stretching me so much it aches. Then he starts pumping them. My breath comes out in choppy, desperate pants when his thumb rubs my clit in a measured rhythm w...

He speeds up his movements and I squeeze my eyes shut as pleasure overcomes me. “Oh god.” I’m no longer matter taking up space. I am energy. I am his.

I sag forward, but Phoenix grips my waist with his free hand, tugging me back against him. His voice is jagged gravel abrading my insides. “That’s what it feels like.” Those long fingers seesaw inside me one last time, gathering the remnants of my orgasm before his hand slips out of my pants. My blood quickens when he paints my lips with my wetness. “Open.” When I do, he shoves his fingers inside, making me taste myself. I can’t see him because my eyes haven’t adjusted to the darkness surrounding us yet, but I feel him because he spins me around. “Give me some of that.” Grabbing my jaw, he kisses me, thrusting his tongue in and out of my mouth with greedy, fervid strokes.

Our choppy breathing, along with the soft bite he gives my neck, makes the already muggy summer air even hotter.

He maneuvers my still open jeans past my hips. “I want to hear you sing my name when I make you come again.” Holy hell. The thought of him giving me another orgasm practically makes it happen.

I’m wrenching his pants off so I can take him into my mouth when he halts me. “Let me grab a condom.” My lungs seize with the realization. He wants to have sex.

Losing my virginity to him is the stuff all my dreams are made of.

The sound of foil tearing assaults my ears. “Spread those legs for me.” Giving myself a mental pep talk to not be a corpse like Sasha, I part my thighs. Looming above me, he settles between them. The tip of his cock nudges my entrance and I hold my breath, awaiting the invasion…but it doesn’t come. “You’ve done this before, right?”

He moves his hips…and that’s when I remember how large he is. He has to work just to fit the head of his cock inside me. “You’re so fucking tight.” “You’re so fucking big,” I counter, and he laughs under his breath.

However, the laughter turns into a grunt when he pushes in a little more. I bite my lip as he stretches me. He’s barely even halfway in and already it’s painful. Bracing myself, I whisper, “You can just…start.” I’ve always been a rip the Band-Aid off type of girl, and the quicker he pops my cherry, the quicker we can get to the good stuff.

I immediately regret telling him that, though when he pulls back and drives forward with so much force, white spots form in front of my eyes. A severe burning, stinging pain envelops me and I dig my nails into his back so hard I’m positive I...

Jesus. This hurts like a bitch. I accidentally cry out. His movements come to an abrupt halt. “You okay?” “Yeah. It feels good,” I assure him as the legs wrapped around him begin trembling from the pain. “Christ.” He makes a low noise in the b...

I didn’t put a damn gun to his head and make him stick his cock inside me. He did that all on his own. Jaw ticcing, his eyes lock on something behind me. When I turn around, the color drains from my face and my knees grow weak. There, in the middle of the bed—staining the light-blue sheet—is a pool of blood. I knew there was a chance there might be some, but I didn’t think it would be this bad. I’ve heard some girls don’t even bleed at all. Evidently, I was not one of the lucky ones. It looks like my freaking vagina was massacred by Phoenix’s giant dick.

“I didn’t want to give you any more reasons not to be with me.” “So you tricked me.” My head whips around at his accusation. “Oh, please. It was hardly a trick. I’m sure you’ve fucked lots of virgins.” Only unlike me, they got the full experience. “You’re wrong,” he snarls. “I haven’t fucked any.” I blink in surprise. “What?” “Virgins complicate shit.”

I close my eyes as his mouth moves to my neck and he places my hand over his erection. “Does this help clear things up?”

My first time was everything I’ve always wanted, and it has nothing to do with the location. It’s because it was with him. “I don’t regret it,” I whisper. “Good.” He fists my shirt, pulling me closer. “Because next time? I’m gonna fuck you so good it will end with you coming all over my cock.” My heart flutters when he catches my lower lip between his teeth. “So good it will be worth those forty-four-hour drives.”

He’s reversing out of the driveway when I realize he was referring to the drive from Los Angeles to Dartmouth.

Lennon can hate me all she wants—hell, she can scream it from the top of the highest mountain until her lungs give out—but she can’t deny our chemistry. It’s fucking napalm.

“I wasn’t pretending with you, Lennon.” Turning, he holds my gaze. “And yeah, I’ve fucked a lot of women.” His expression turns pained and his voice drops to a whisper. “Because after things ended between us, I knew I lost you for good.”

“Too bad nice guys don’t make your panties wet.”

“Mistakes don’t define who someone is, Phoenix. It’s what you do after that does.”

Phoenix’s are supposed to rise from the ashes… But this one wants to burn.

It’s another reminder that even though pain can fade…it never really goes away.

“I see the way that girl still looks at you. We both know she’s not his.”

A sharp gasp leaves me when he grips the back of my neck and bends me over the kitchen table.

Triumph surges through me and the corners of my lips rise in a smug smirk as my stare locks with George’s. The chump’s been watching since the moment I shoved my dick inside her. Hope he enjoyed the show. I know I did. Oblivious to our spectator, Lennon adjusts her dress. Without breaking eye contact, I press a soft kiss to the side of her neck. “Safe to say he knows now.”

“Because you begged her to kiss you…and she begged me to fuck her.”