Phoenix Rising
Part Two
Our first meeting in person did not start out as remotely sexual. The interior of a coffee shop, in the middle of the afternoon, surrounded by strangers was hardly the atmosphere to get my rocks off.
I arrived early, too nervous to even be on time. He had instructed me which table he would occupy, so I sat there and waited. Every time the door opened, I nearly jumped out of my skin.
I knew him as soon as I saw him. Matched the voice that had whispered the darkest of my desires into my ears with the sex god that strode towards me. Tall, he was. Incredibly so, and broad across the chest and shoulders. My eyes trailed down to his long legs, clad in dark denim that clung to his body the way I longed to.
He sat across from me without invitation. "Hello, Lion Heart."
We had not exchanged actual names. Somehow, after the initial phone call, the subject never came up. I did not address him by the handle he used in his emails. He instructed me to call him by the only name that mattered.
"Lover."
I whispered as softly as my voice would allow while still making sound. While I might have liked to pretend we occupied a world of our own, strangers sat only feet away. I could not risk being overheard.
He stretched an arm across the table. A single finger lightly traced the bones on the back of my hand. "I didn't realize you blushed so easily. I'll be sure to use that to my advantage."
Words had rarely failed me before. They abandoned me then. No quick quips sprang from my lips in an effort to deflect his attention. I felt pinned beneath his intense gaze, unable to move except for the slight trembling of my body. My mind focused entirely on the small swirling circle formed by his fingertip on my skin. Prickles of heat extended from that spot, running up my arms and across every part of me. I squeezed my eyes shut as my cock twitched. The first sign of its impending hardening. The fact that so little contact could impact me so greatly was stunning.
"Look at me, Lion Heart." His finger left my hand to press beneath my chin. He urged my head up until I had no choice but to look upon his face.
I noticed his eyes first. Piercing blue with a seemingly infinite depth. I imagined them clouded over with lust as they raked along my naked body. Black pupils gone wide as he gives in to the pleasure I yearned to provide.
Next, I lingered on his mouth. His full lips were stretched into a smile that made me stiffen all the quicker. I could spend hours with that mouth. Kissing and sucking until his skin was raw and his lips swollen. Slide my tongue into that heat or let it wash across my bare flesh as he rained down moist kisses. The possibilities were thrilling and endless.
At last, I saw the scars. Spanning an entire side of his face, from forehead to chin. They did not lessen my desire. They were a part of him and I wanted every piece of this man I could lay my hands on.
"Do you still belong to me?" He ran his thumb across my bottom lip. Too intimate an act for such a public setting. "Are you still mine, Lion Heart?"
I wanted to be taken, then and there. On top of the table or in some alley or up against a mailbox. I really didn't care. All that mattered was the man seated across from me and all the wonderful things we could do together.
"Yes." I could barely contain my need. It was written in every tensed muscle in my body. "I'm yours. Always."
I did not expect him to learn forward. I braced my hands on the table as his lips finally touched mine in a kiss too light and sweet to be real. My eyes slid shut as I steeled myself for the exploration of my mouth. I did not care how many stares we drew.
That moment did not come.
He pulled away, ending the kiss so suddenly it broke my heart. "That's all I need to know." Standing, he reached out his hand to me. "Come with me."
We had not discussed anything beyond meeting at the coffee shop. My mind told me I was safest in the crowd. I had no idea where he might take me. I had no real name to give out if something were to go wrong.
It did not feel wrong to follow his lead. Granted, what I was mostly feeling was my hard dick pressed against my zipper. I needed release and I needed it from him.
Common sense demanded I ask a question even as I took his hand. "Where are we going?"
His grin could have seduced an angel into falling. I had absolutely no chance. "To your first lesson."
We did not have to travel far. He led me to a nearby park. Past groups of people out for an afternoon stroll or a picnic on the grass. I barely noticed them, so intense was my focus on this mysterious man.
We soon left them far behind us as we entered a more secluded area. The trees stood closer together. The grass was high and unkempt. The sounds of all the other humans faded as we moved farther away.
"Are you sure we're allowed back here?" I feared trouble from some form of authority, not that he would harm me.
In response, he pressed me back against a tree. He stood close, towering over me, obliterating any notion of personal space. "I don't want anyone disturbing us."
"A room would have given us some privacy."
"But private acts in public places are much more fun." He leaned forward so his lips brushed against my ear. "Every moan has the potential to draw attention to the fact that you've got your pants down around your ankles and a dick up your ass. Maybe some curious jogger happens by and you're too blissed out of your mind to realize he can hear you begging for more. Because I can make you beg. Can't I, Lion Heart?"
I could barely think with his hand sliding beneath my shirt. There were so many places I needed him to touch. He knew about my secret spots. Those out of the way places that often went ignored but made me a panting, writhing mess once given the proper attention.
"Please," I whispered, not trusting my voice to speak any louder, lest I start screaming. His fingers skated across my ribs and my head thudded heavily against the tree. "Please, please, please…"
His dark chuckle had me grasping his shoulders for strength. "By the time you finally hear his footsteps, you're too far gone. Begging me to let you come. Ever thrust threatens to send you tumbling over the edge." He flicked a thumb across my nipple and I had to bite my lip to keep quiet. "That's lesson number one, Lion Heart. You come when I say and not one second before." The tip of his tongue traced the shell of my ear. "You don't shoot your load until it pleases me. Do you understand?"
Comprehension of any kind was beyond my ability. Ten minutes in his company and I was ready to strip naked. Even the smell of him managed to turn my brain to butter. The need to taste and stroke and lick and have the same done to me drove all rational thought from my mind. I wanted my pants around my ankles and my shirt tossed into the high grass, so far off that it would take hours to find afterwards.
His fingers continued to play with my nipples. Pinching and plucking as I struggled to retain what little dignity I had left.
"You have to answer, kitten." That was a first. Until that moment, I had been only Lion Heart. Also for the first time, he sounded less in control. He might have been calling the shots, but the tension in his voice betrayed him. The tight rein on his own desires began to slip. "I need you to…" His teeth scraped my earlobe. "I need you…"
My hands abandoned his shoulders for his belt. I made quick work of it, sliding the leather from the buckle. Large hands stopped me before I could get it fully undone.
"No." For a moment, his conviction wavered. His authoritative tone faltered. "That is not how we do this."
I looked into his heavy-lidded eyes. "Call me kitten and you can play with me all day long."
He smiled at me and I thought I would violate his primary rule by coming in my pants. "Is that the way you like it?" He licked his lips as he unbuttoned my jeans. "Want me to make you purr?"
Strong hands tugged open my pants and shoved them down. The rough bark of the tree scraped across my bare ass. I shivered slightly as a cool rush of air brushed against sensitive, exposed skin.
"Please." My voice cracked as the last of my self-control fled my body. The air was thick and I struggled to breathe. Fully exposed and horny beyond reason, my need became all consuming. For nights too many to count, I had dreamed of him. Waking up sticky and spent, but not nearly satisfied. Not when it was my hand working my dick and my fingers in my ass. Even having him on the phone, urging me on from miles away, had not been enough. How could all my fantasies rival the reality that stood before me? "Please, Lover… I've waited so long."
His firm grasp sent the breath rushing from my lungs. I groaned loudly, not caring how far the wind carried the sound. The sudden press of his lips against my own could not silence me. Every stroke of his hand ripped a grateful moan from my throat. I opened my mouth to accept his tongue. Panting lewdly as my fingers gripped his arms tight.
The repetitive scratch of the tree's rough bark against my ass cheeks added a sweet pain to my mounting pleasure. I would probably regret it later but, at that moment, in the hands of my Lover, I could not find the energy to care.
After countless telephone sessions, he could sense when I was about to reach my breaking point. All stroking stopped. My disappointment was short lived as he gently cupped my ass. The soft kneading of my tender flesh drew sweet sighs from me. As long as I could feel his touch, I was content to wait.
His mouth moved to my neck. Sucking and biting my throat, no doubt leaving a mark. A fingertip crept between my crack. It slowly circled my hole.
"Oh, fuck!" By the second pass, my thighs were trembling.
Against my neck, he murmured, "Louder. I love the way you sound." His finger pressed deep, slowly squeezing through my tight ring of muscle. "Let me hear more, kitten."
I could hardly draw air to breathe. Blood pounded in my ears, drowning out the inconsequential sounds of the natural landscape surrounding us. This man was my entire world. Intoxicating voice drawing me deep, until I no longer saw daylight. His sublimely blue eyes penetrated my soul. Much in the same way his questing finger penetrated my body. I rocked against his rock hard body; the grinding of my shaft against his thigh matched the thrusting rhythm of that dexterous digit.
"Not that way," he reprimanded. He smiled at my mischievous ways. "You are a tricky one. What have I gotten myself into?"
My hands were at his belt once again. My fingers fumbled with his fly. "Why don't you let this out and find out?" I could tell I was interfering with his well-developed script. To hell with it. "Here's your first lesson, Lover. I don't do well with rules."
His finger stilled inside me and, for a split second, I feared I had overstepped my bounds. If control was his main purpose, he might not appreciate me taking a bit of it into my own hands.
Curious eyes searched my face. I could imagine the wheels turning in his head as he reached his decision.
Removing his finger from my hole, he rested his forehead against mine. "Do it for me, kitten." His hot breath blew across my lips like a desert breeze. "Take it out. Touch me."
I did not need to be asked twice.
At first, I only slid my hand inside. His eyes eased shut as I wrapped my fingers around his thick base. With my free hand, I caressed his scarred cheek. My fingertips traced the curve of his eyebrow, the swell of his cheek, the edge of his mouth. He stood so still, I could not be sure he was breathing.
"You are beautiful," I whispered, meaning every word. "And you are mine."
The groan that came from him as I withdrew his cock would have shaken the foundations of the Rocky Mountains. It rumbled through me like an earthquake. One of his hands encompassed my shaft; the other cupped the side of my neck. "Let's do this together, then." His lips moved against mine as we angled for the perfect position. "I'll come with you and you'll come with me."
We stroked in unison. First up, then down. Once we'd gone back up again, his thumb rubbed a perfect circle around the head of my cock. I made sure to give him the same treatment. I matched him twist for twist.
"Slow down, kitten." The tremor in his voice gave away his nearly undone state.
I tasted his mouth in between words. "Can't."
I would not last long in the heat of his hand. His palm provided the perfect texture, his grip was divine. Every slide and pull urged me closer to the edge. I did not want to take that plunge alone.
He increased his pace, no doubt sensing my urgent need. "One of these days," he groaned, "I am going to teach you patience."
Today was not that day. Tomorrow did not look promising, either.
Our mouths fused together, putting an end to any further words. We communicated only with our hands. Every moan, groan, and whimper was eagerly swallowed by the other.
Fire pooled in my belly. A deep smoldering that quickly spread upwards and outwards. Through my chest. Across my arms and legs. Even my scalp tingled. Pulse pounding in my ears, I was deaf to all else. I focused on the tongue sweeping across the roof of my mouth and the hard cock throbbing in my hand.
Fingers knotted in my Lover's hair, I came. Lights blazed behind my closed eyelids as he tenderly milked every drop of spunk from my spurting dick. His release erupted at the same time. I showed his cock the same dedication, not stopping my stroking until he was spent.
We remained locked in our embrace, kissing and caressing, until our heartbeats slowed to a normal rhythm. Only then did we reluctantly part. I forced my fingers to untangle from his hair. I did not want our encounter to end. Even as he tucked me back into my pants and righted my clothes.
A lazy smile spread across from his face as he took a few final nibbles of my lips. "Kane."
"What?" The haze in my head had not completely dissipated.
He laughed at my befuddled state. "My name… is Kane."
Realization eventually dawned on me. We had reached that juncture of our relationship.
"Chris," I said, only slightly more focused on reality. "But you can call me kitten."
