Phoenix: The Beauty in Between (A Beautiful Series Companion Novel) (7 page)

With confident
fingers, I undo the button of his jeans and slide them down to just
below his waist. I can see the firmness of his cock protruding
through his boxes and waste no time releasing it. Marvelling at the
spring, as it bounces from its confines.

Jeff is still
holding my head, and he nudges his tip against my lips. I snake my
tongue out and lick the end, tasting a slick saltiness. Suddenly, I
feel hungry. I want him inside my mouth. I want to run my teeth up
and down his length. I want to drink him.

As I open my
mouth, he pushes inside. I slide my tongue around his shaft and
suck hard. It's as if I’m milking him. He pushes in further, and
it’s a little more than I can take. I raise my hand to grasp the
rest of his cock as I work my head back and forth and take as much
of him in as I can.

“More Paige,”
he pants, moaning as I suck and lick. “Take it in more.”

He pushes to
the back of my throat, and my eyes prick with water. I let out a
slight strangled noise as he pushes in again. It’s too far.

“You can do it
baby. I know you can, just breathe. Breathe for me baby. I want to
feel myself go all the way in. I want to see myself, thick in your
throat.”

Right now, I
feel like I’m capable of doing anything, and I have such a great
desire to please him that I push further and resist the urge to
gag. It’s hard, and it takes more than a few goes. But, when he
fits all the way in, the moan he releases is enough to make me feel
like I’m about to come. I hum with pleasure around him, and he
grips my hair harder as the vibration of my voice causes him to
explode down my throat.

“Oh yes,” he
cries. “Fuck that’s good.” Removing himself from my mouth, he drags
me up from the floor, so I’m standing, and crashes our lips
together, his tongue driving forcefully into my mouth. The kiss is
so hard, that it’s almost hurting, but it’s filled with such an
unbridled, fierce passion, that I don’t care if he makes me bleed.
“I am going to fuck you all damn day,” he tells me. “I’m going to
lick every inch of your body, and you’re going to come, Paige. All
fucking day.”

He works
quickly to remove my pants, which I’m more than happy to be gone
right now. My clit is throbbing so hard, that I think the moment he
touches it; I'm going to start screaming.

He lifts me off
the ground and presses his cock against my crotch. I grind myself
into him, the slickness of my arousal helping me to glide over his
taught bare skin.

“I need to get
in there Paige. Do you want me - deep inside your pussy?” he growls
in my ear, biting on my lobe as he presses us more firmly
together.

“Yes,” I gasp,
the discomfort of the night before is now far from my mind as my
insides throb, crying out desperately for him to enter me.

I grip him
either side with my thighs and move against him until I can feel
his tip at my entrance and cry out ecstatically as he pushes inside
me, filling me to my very core. He takes a couple of steps, so
we’re against the wall, and drives himself in deeply, pulling back
slowly before slamming himself in again. With each push, my breath
escapes in ragged pants.

This is so much
more wonderful than it was last night. I don’t know if it’s the
position or the cocaine, or if it’s just that this is my second
time, and it feels better. But that feeling is building inside of
me.

With each deep
push, his pelvic bone presses against my clit, and I moan. I moan
so loud as he pushes inside me. His head bows at my neck as he
kisses and licks and breathes his warm breath against my skin,
grunting, moaning.

Suddenly, the
pressure inside me is so huge that I explode. My eyes roll back as
I let out a guttural scream. I yell. I scream, and he keeps pushing
inside me. Pounding against me, it’s like this orgasm has no
end.

My head shakes
from side to side as he keeps going, somehow the feeling inside me
intensifies, and I explode yet again.

Eventually, he
groans, long and low, as he comes inside me and presses himself
against me, using his sheer weight to hold me up as he lifts my
hands above my head and captures my mouth.

His movement
becomes slow and languid as his mouth moves against mine. Our
urgency wearing off along with our high. He lowers me down as he
pulls out of me and tucks himself back inside his pants.

I stand,
leaning against the wall, half naked, and watching as be moves back
to the couch and starts setting up lines for us again.

He pauses and
looks over at me. “More?” he asks. His eyebrows raised as he sits
with the tube poised mid-air. He holds it out to me.

“More,” I
agree, moving toward him and taking it from him before kneeling on
the floor beside him.

“Good girl,” he
says approvingly, pulling my hair back again and kissing me behind
my ear, as I lean forward and sniff up the line of powder. “Good
girl.”

I feel like I
might be in love with Jeff. He makes me feel like I matter and
takes care of me, without asking for much in return.

I know I don’t
have much to compare it to, but he is an amazing lover. I can’t
imagine that anyone could possibly be better. I have been with him
for almost three months now, and every night is something
different.

At first, I was
really concerned that he was going to get me pregnant. I mean, he
wasn’t using any protection, and we were sleeping together daily.
He told me that if I got pregnant, it wouldn’t be his. He had been
in some sort of accident when he was younger that means he can’t
have children.

I think that’s
kind of sad, but I guess it’s for the best. I don’t feel like I’m
old enough to have kids, and I really don’t think that drugs and
kids go together. It’s one thing we don’t have to worry about. So
in a way, I’m thankful.

We don’t always
use drugs while we make love, but it’s best when we do. A chemical
high and an emotional high mixed together is mind blowing. My
orgasm is more intense and longer lasting, and I feel like I want
to keep going forever.

Jeff has a rule
with drugs. He doesn’t do what he deals, and that’s ecstasy
tablets. He also never deals out of his house. His supplier gives
him eckies to sell, and coke for his own recreational use. He gets
his pot from Ron, which is a great way to come down if we’ve had a
bit too much coke.

I always enjoy
the pot runs, because I can visit with Tahlia, who is amazed that
Jeff and I are still together. I haven’t said anything to her out
loud about how I’m feeling towards him. But hearing her say those
things makes me very happy.

To try to earn
my keep, I’ve been helping Jeff sell. He says that because I’m
young, and a girl, that I’m not going to get questioned as much as
he would be approaching groups of young people.

I have to admit
that it does look pretty suss, having an almost thirty-year-old man
hang around a group of youths and hand them things. Even when it’s
done as a hug or a handshake, it’s still really obvious.

But with me,
it’s easy. There are certain places where local bands play all age
gigs regularly, as well as the local rave circuit, and a chain of
nightclubs with bouncers on Jeff’s payroll. On top of that we have
regulars who call up asking for a drop off. Most of the time supply
doesn’t meet demand.

Tonight we’re
in a night club and Jeff is sitting on a stool up against a
mirrored wall with a small ledge running the length of it that you
put your drinks on. He’s holding a JD and coke, but he’s not
drinking. He only buys it for show. What he’s doing is watching me
to make sure I’m safe as I move through the crowd, collecting money
and distributing pills.

People know me
now. They're happy to see me and greet me like a long-lost
friend.

Most nights, I
sell everything I have, but tonight I’m left with quite a stash of
Es.

“What’s going
on?” he demands, as I return to him after doing yet another lap of
the crowd.

“I don’t know.
No one’s buying. Maybe they’re on something else?” I suggest.

“No. Someone
else is here selling.” He stands up straight and scans the crowd.
His eyes narrowed as he looks for who could possibly be selling on
his turf.

“You know, we
could just forget about tonight and take an E or two ourselves –
re-live that first night when we kissed for hours?” I press myself
against him and run my fingers up and down his chest, hoping that
he’ll forget work for a while and just give in to having fun.

His eyes flash
as he turns his attention toward me and grabs me roughly by the top
of my arm. “What are the rules? You never take while you’re
working. You’ll get hooked on your own stash! Never do what you
deal – understand?” I nod. His fingers digging painfully into my
flesh as he holds me to him. “You must have a clear head at all
times, or you’ll get caught. I’ll get caught.” He jams his fingers
into my pocket and removes the pills I have left along with the
money, and using my body as a shield, he checks that everything
adds up. “Don’t ever ask me to do that again. Don’t make me have to
find someone to replace you, Paige. I don’t want to do that,” he
warns, his eyes moving from side to side as he looks into mine.

I nod
vigorously, and he hooks his finger in the waistband of my jeans.
Pulling me up against him, he leans close to my ear and speaks in a
low intimate voice. “You know, I kind of like having you around,
and I’m not anywhere near finished with you yet.”

My knees quiver
slightly as my insides dance around at the thought of what else he
wants to do to me. “You can trust me,” I whisper. “I won’t ask
again.”

He nods his
head slightly and grabs the back of my head with his hand, kissing
me roughly in a display of pure manhood. “Take me home,” I beg,
wanting to be alone with him.

His hand
clenches in my hair, and he pulls, jerking my head back, and
licking up my neck, biting firmly, almost painfully on my ear. “I
think I’ll take you here,” he growls.

Fear grows
inside me as he leads me out the back door to where we parked the
car, not loosening the grip he has on my arm for a moment.
Butterflies swirl unhappily in my stomach as he guides me ahead of
him.

I’ve never had
him be so rough with me before. I feel stupid for being so bold and
angering him. I wish now, that I could take it all back.

“Fucking
bastard,” I hear him grumble as he stops dead in his tracks and
releases my arm. “Stay here,” he commands.

Confused, I
look to see where he is going and notice a scrawny looking guy, a
little older than me, leaning up against the wall of the club. A
cigarette hangs between his lips as he blatantly exchanges drugs
for money.

I shake my head
at his lack of discretion and fold my arms over my chest. “Idiot,”
I say to myself.

Jeff moves over
to stand beside him, and the guy turns to him with a self-confident
grin, obviously expecting that Jeff is a new customer.

He turns to
Jeff and shows him his stash, asking how many he wants.

Jeff gives him
one of his most charming smiles before his arm shoots out, and he
clasps his hand around the guy’s throat, slamming him against the
wall. All I can hear is a low threatening growl as Jeff speaks into
his ear. The pills fall to the ground and scatter around the
pavement, causing the group of buyers to drop to the concrete, grab
what they want and take off for the club.

I start to edge
my way closer, my eyes wide as I watch the panicked look on the
guy’s face while his eyes bug out, and he struggles to breathe.

“Don’t ever let
me catch you dealing around here again,” Jeff spits at him, digging
around in the guy’s pockets and taking out the wad of cash. “This
is mine. You stole from me tonight.”

He tries to
shake his head and voice his protest, but Jeff’s grip is too
strong. Only strangled sounds come out.

A moment later,
Jeff releases him, and he starts sucking in the air, trying to get
his breath back while he rubs at his throat.

“If you ever
see my face again. You’d better run,” Jeff growls, pulling his fist
back, then landing a punch in the guy’s guts. I hear a loud ‘oomph’
sound as he doubles over and slides down the wall.

I take a step
forward, expecting that this is the end of it. But it’s not. Jeff
grabs the hair on top of the guy’s head and slams his head back
into the wall.

Bile rises in
my throat as I watch Jeff kick him repeatedly, continuing even
though the guy is on the ground, curled up in the foetal
position.

He seems too
still, and I hope to god that he’s just passed out. “Jeff!” I call
out, trying to grab his attention and make him stop. “Jeff!”

He pauses and
looks over his shoulder at me, his face dark and stormy. It scares
me.

The young guy
is covered in blood and laying fairly still on the concrete at his
feet. Jeff turns back to him, kicks him in the kidneys one last
time, then spits on him.

“He’s all
yours,” he says calmly, and I notice that the bouncer from the back
door is standing not far from us. The bouncer nods once and watches
as Jeff strides toward me and ushers me into his car as if this is
a normal occurrence. “Let’s go.”

I’m slightly
frozen and stumble as my feet refuse to move at the speed Jeff is
dragging me, which only seems to make him more furious. He opens
the passenger door and deposits me, roughly, inside. I just manage
to get my feet tucked safely inside when he slams the door and
stalks his way over to his side of the car.

We drive home
in complete silence. I have no idea what I should do or say. I
don’t think that he’s capable of hurting me, but I can’t be sure.
Honestly, I never thought he’d beat that guy up the way he did. He
just didn’t seem the type to me.