Chapter 39: | touch down-1

Nine Weeks Ago Thursday Afternoon When the elevator door opens, we step straight into the penthouse. "What no front door?" I ask a little alarmed. "The elevator is the front door." Mind. Blown. His place is beyond amazing. Simple and modern. The neutral tones, grays, beiges, tans, and hints of brown give off an air of luxury. While all the vases and accents give it edge. The art alone is to die for. "Please don't tell me that's a Basquiat?" "Yep. That's an original. It took a while to track that one down." "That's so dope! I love Basquiat!" I stand there for a while, admiring the audacity of the painting. "Your taste in art!" Phoenix stands behind me, wrapping his arms around my waist. "You like that, huh?" He kisses my neck. "Really? Get a room!" Penelope yells from the peanut gallery. "Well there's plenty of those here! Why don't you go and find one?" I shoot back. Phoenix laughs. "OK. Relax, get comfortable. We've been traveling all day. Pick a room you like," he points to the right side of the condo, "put your stuff away. We can figure out what to do next once we all get settled." "Alright!" Mia exclaims. Penelope and Mia link arms as they begin exploring, leaving Riz and JC with their luggage. Carrying all the bags, the guys follow closely behind, looking amused. Now that we're finally alone, I hand him my test results. He goes through his luggage and passes me his. Scanning his paperwork, I like what I see. He's clean. Not that I thought he'd be otherwise. A girl can never be too safe. "Looks like we're both good to go and I'm on the pill, so we don't have to worry about that. I like these odds, Mr. Prescott." He flashes a naughty grin, after reviewing my test results. "Me too, Ms. Davenport." We exchange papers, returning them to the original owners and tuck them away in our respective bags. "This is our room." Phoenix points to the left side of the condo. We walk towards the master bedroom, passing the gray and white marble kitchen island. "Our room?" I look him up and down. "I know you like to share." He goes to a wireless sound system and turns the radio on. James Bay fills the space, singing about pink lemonade and love to high energy rock music and heavy guitar riffs. "You said it yourself, you're a giver, remember?" His smile tells me naughty ideas are springing up behind those gorgeous, dark eyes. He attempts to change the station. "No! Leave it! I like this song." My heart skips, almost to the beat of the song. "Hmm, not in all circumstances. I think I'll have this one all to myself." I drop my things and run and jump onto the California king bed, like a snow angel. When I look up from the bed out the all-glass balcony, I can't believe it. "This view is life. Literally, you can watch the sunrise from bed? How rich is that?" I get up and walk to the patio doors and slide them open. "The ocean is so soothing. You get to have this at whim? What I wouldn't give!" I walk out onto the private balcony. Leaning over the balcony glass railing, I inhale the deliciously salty ocean air. "So, this balcony is separate from the other wrap-around one?" I ask. He nods. "Total privacy. I've arrived!" I yell over the balcony to the beach. A few people from the beach glance up. "Me too," Phoenix whispers into my ear while standing right behind me. I feel his hardness grow even harder, beneath his shorts. He presses himself deeper into my back side. My grip tightens on the rail as his hands travel along my waist. Suddenly I feel drunk. Intoxicated. I feel compelled to stand there and see what happens next. I'm daring fate to cross the line. His breath caresses my neck, sending chills racing down my spine. "I know you miss me. Miss me being inside. I miss you. I need you, Ari." He bumps against my behind. I purposely press my butt out. He responds by bumping me harder. It's like there's a magnet between us, pulling us closer together. I want to fight it, but I can't. He's right, my body misses his body. It misses him being inside me. I peer over the edge, down to the beach as I focus on his voice. "I can't get enough of you. Every time I get satisfied, the hunger comes back, stronger." He leans his face into my hair and takes in a deep breath. "Everything about you gets me hard. You're all I think about." I don't dare say a word. I can barely think as I take it all in. Breathing in and out my mouth, my cheeks begin to burn. My whole body heats up. He reaches up, past the hem of my dress, gliding his hand up my thigh. He grabs my panties and begins to pull them down. I stand stoic, saying nothing. I just let it happen. He pulls my panties down to my thighs and leaves them there. Right above the knee. I stand there with my legs shoulder-width apart, my pink, satiny panties hovering on my thighs. Phoenix reaches forward between my legs and palms me. He begins pleasuring me with his finger. Slowly at first. Playing with my wetness, he dips his finger inside, then returns to making circles around my clit at a feverish pace. I feel myself getting wetter with each touch. My back arches as a cool breeze blows by. Immediately he lifts the back of my dress over my butt, and enters me, unleashing his desire on me. His broad hands grip my waist, holding me down, holding me in place, bracing me for each and every gratifying thrust. Each time he pulls back, I ache, wanting him more. As I'm about to climax, he suddenly pulls completely out. Stunned, I try looking behind me to see what happened. "Turn around." Out of breath, he smacks me hard on my behind, once on each cheek. "I control when you come." I realize how true his words are. My ass burns from him smacking me, but I don't dare say a word. I let it burn, searing his handprint into my bottom. As I wait for what's next, he steps back, but I can still feel him near. The warmth of his thighs warms my bottom. When he lets go of my hips, I hear a frantic, sticky sound behind me. What is he doing? I've heard that sound before. A wet, slippery sound. Of skin on skin contact. Is he? He's withholding from me and pleasuring himself. I don't dare turn around but it's arousing as hell. The thought of him using me, causes me to throb and pulsate, getting wetter by the second. The thought that I could have something he wants, something he's staring at right now drives me wild. The thought that this feels good to him, while he makes me wait, sends my sex hormones into overdrive. Honey drips, rolling down my thighs. After he's done pleasuring himself, he spanks me lightly with his thickness. "That pretty pussy ready to get fucked?" His dick feels harder and bigger than before. So that's why he was doing it. I know I'm in for it, now. "Yes," I whimper. "Say it. Louder." "My pretty pussy is ready to get fucked." I can only hope the ocean swallows the sound. I'd hate for the people down at the beach to look up or maybe I wouldn't. I feel a slight stinging sensation as he smacks my behind, harder this time, with his erection. Without warning he slides right in, filling me up to the brink. The impact is delicious as he hits the back of my walls. His tight abs brush against my backside. His chest to my back. His hips aligned with mine. His legs standing between my spread legs, cocking them open. His feet between my feet. My panties are still pulled down to my thighs. They give me the sensation of being tied to the balcony. Out there, exposed, for all to see. "You're mine." Between deep breaths, I can barely speak. "Yes." "That's mine?" He dares me. "It's yours." "That's right." He pounds harder. Oh God! He's fucking me outside in the open. I can't believe I'm going along with this.