13. Tilly

13

TILLY

I clutch the paper cone filled with sweet popcorn, the butter slick on my fingers. Phoenix leads me through the carnival, his fingers brushing against mine. I feel a pull in my chest, a longing to be closer to him, and I wonder if he feels it, too. I want to know what drives him. How he ended up with the carnival, and why he’s so obsessed with me.

I feel like I’m dreaming as we pass the dazzling lights and lively crowds. This place, these people, they don’t feel real. But Phoenix does. He’s a storm of intensity, and I’m drawn to the eye of that storm. I know it’s wild, but I can’t deny my feelings.

He stops in front of a nondescript trailer, its metal surface reflecting the vibrant colors of the carnival. “This is me,” he says, his voice low and inviting. “Want to come in?”

I’m nervous, but there’s a voice in my head urging me forward. “Okay,” I whisper .

Stepping inside, I’m hit by the smell of something uniquely him. The trailer is a mess of clothes, takeout boxes, and screens. So many screens. My gaze flits across them, wondering how many secrets they hold.

“It’s a bit of a mess,” he says, pulling me closer. His lips find mine, and I forget about the chaos around us. His kiss is passionate, desperate even. My nerves melt away, and all I want is more. “Needs a woman’s touch.”

He backs me toward the bed, his hands roaming over my body. The hunger in his eyes lights me on fire. This man is unhinged. I know it, yet I crave him. There’s no denying our attraction that’s pulled me to him like a moth to the flame.

“You’re so beautiful,” he breathes, tangling his fingers in my hair. I shiver as he continues to kiss me.

This is happening. I’m about to have sex with a stranger, someone I know nothing about. But he’s under my skin, in my blood. I’ve never wanted anyone like this before. His mouth travels down my neck, making me arch toward him as a moan tears from my lips.

I pull at his shirt, needing to feel his skin against mine. He obliges, pulling it over his head and tossing it aside. His tattoos are beautiful as I run my hands over his chiseled torso, marveling at the feel of his powerful muscles beneath my fingers.

He pushes me back, and I fall back onto the bed. His hands wander, and the heat of his palms sears me through the fabric of my dress. His lips find my neck, sucking and biting, leaving marks that I know will be there tomorrow .

“You like me marking you, don’t you?” he whispers.

I nod, not trusting my voice.

He grins, grabbing the hem of my dress to pull it over my head. My heart races as I lie there, exposed beneath his intense gaze.

“You’re gorgeous,” he murmurs, his eyes trailing over my body. I feel a shiver of anticipation as he reaches into a drawer and pulls out a length of soft rope. “But I want you helpless.”

I swallow, my mouth dry as he gently ties my wrists together, then secures them to the bed frame above my head. I’m at his mercy now.

He unbuckles his belt and pulls off his pants and boxers, tossing them over his shoulder and exposing his thick, straining cock. And then he climbs onto the bed with me, parting my thighs and climbing between them.

“Are you ready for me, Tilly?” His voice is rough, and I nod, unable to speak. I arch my back, offering myself to him, and he chuckles darkly.

He pulls my panties off and tosses them over his shoulder.

“You’re so wet for me already.” His words are a husky whisper as he runs his fingers through my wetness. I bite my lip, my body responding to his touch. He leans down, his breath hot against my ear. “Do you have any idea how much I’ve wanted this?”

My hips buck as he grinds his length against me, teasing me and driving me mad with need. “Please,” I beg, unsure what I’m asking for. I want more. I want all of him .

Phoenix chuckles, and his fingers trail down my body, swirling around my navel before dipping lower. I whimper as he brushes against my sensitive clit, his touch light and teasing. “Not yet, baby.”

I whine in frustration as he pulls away, but the sound turns into a gasp as he lines himself up and pushes the tip of his cock against my entrance, not penetrating but teasing, driving me crazy with need.

He leans forward, supporting himself on one arm as he continues to tease my entrance with shallow thrusts. His other hand finds my breast, tweaking my nipple until it pebbles. “Tell me how much you want it.”

“Please,” I beg again, my voice cracking. “I need you. I want you so bad.”

“That’s it,” he groans, his hips snapping forward, thrusting just a little deeper. “Tell me more.”

I moan, my body aching for release. “I’ve wanted this since the first moment I saw you. I want to feel you inside me. Please, Phoenix, take me.”

His eyes burn into mine, and he finally, mercifully, plunges deep, filling me in one swift stroke. We both groan at the sensation, and he stays still for a moment, letting me adjust to his size.

“You feel so damn good,” he breathes, his eyes closed as he savors the sensation.

I lift my hips, wanting more, needing more. “Move,” I demand, my voice hoarse.

He chuckles, his eyes opening to meet mine. “Bossy. I like it.”

He starts to move, slowly at first, then with increasing urgency. My wrists strain against the rope as I try to buck my hips to meet his thrusts. “Fuck, Tilly, you’re so tight. Your pussy was made for my cock.”

His words thrill me, and I can feel myself nearing the edge already. I’m so close. “Don’t stop,” I plead.

Phoenix’s jaw clenches as he sets a frantic pace. His eyes are burning with feverish intensity. It’s as if he can’t hold himself back. Suddenly, he pulls out and rolls me onto my front, entering and filling me again. “You like it rough, don’t you, baby?”

“Yes,” I breathe, my face pressed into the pillow.

His hand wraps around my throat, applying just enough pressure to send sparks of pleasure through me. With his other hand, he pulls my hair, exposing my neck, and bites down on my shoulder, sending waves of pleasure and pain crashing over me.

I scream, my voice muffled, and he tightens his grip, choking me. The pleasure crashes into me hard, and I come apart. Phoenix only then releases my throat, a soft laugh escaping his lips.

“Good girl,” he praises, his fingers stroking through my hair as he fucks me through my bliss. “I want you to ride me, now.”

I whimper as his cock slips from my pussy, leaving me empty and aching. And then he lies down beside me as I push myself up. His gaze never leaves mine as I straddle him and lower myself slowly, savoring the sensation as I take his length inside.

“That’s it,” he growls, gripping my hips.

I ride and fall, setting a steady pace. He lets out a low groan, his head falling back.

But I want more. I lean down, capturing his lips with mine, tasting him, feeling the stubble on his jaw scrape against my skin. His hands move to my hips, guiding my movements, lifting me up and down, setting a furious rhythm.

As I ride him, I feel wild and free. I quicken my pace, chasing a second orgasm, which is so close yet just out of reach.

His hands slide up my body, and he brushes my hair off my neck, baring my skin. “You like it when I mark you, don’t you?”

I nod, biting my lip as he squeezes my throat, using it like a handle to guide my movements. I’m completely under his control, and I surrender to it, wanting to please him, needing to feel him lose control.

My pace becomes urgent, my breath coming in short gasps. He tightens his grip on my throat just enough to heighten the pleasure, and I feel the coil between my thighs tighten further. I’m so close, teetering on the edge. “Please,” I beg.

Suddenly, he sits up, taking me with him, still buried deep inside me. With his hand wrapped around my throat, he guides me up and down on his lap, setting a relentless pace. I can feel his strength, his power. I cling to him, my fingers digging into his shoulders as I move with his demanding rhythm.

The pleasure builds, an inferno inside me, and I feel the familiar tightening in my core. “Don’t stop,” I plead, wanting to soar over the edge.

With a savage grin, he releases my throat and leans back, using his hold on my hips to lift and lower me, controlling my every move. “Come for me, baby. Let me feel it.”

I cry out as the dam breaks, waves of pleasure crashing over me. I’m overwhelmed, consumed by the pleasure he wrings from my body. I feel him tense beneath me, his grip on my hips tightening.

“That’s it, baby,” he growls, his voice rough with desire. “Keep going, ride it out.”

I whimper, my body still shaking, and obediently continue to move, drawing out the exquisite sensation. Phoenix watches me, his eyes burning with intensity. I can see the pleasure on his face, the way my body responds to him, only fueling his arousal.

Phoenix groans, his control breaking. “Fuck,” he breathes. “You’re so tight.”

He sits up, pulling me with him, and before I can protest, he spins me around. I land on my hands and knees, my breath hitching as he positions himself behind me. His hands grip my hips, pulling me back toward him, and then he’s filling me again, his thrusts powerful and relentless.

“You feel so good wrapped around me,” he grunts, his hips snapping against mine. “I’m going to breed this tight pussy, fill it with my cum.”

His words send a shock through me, and I push back against him, meeting his savage rhythm. It turns me on, even though I know he can’t get me pregnant since I’ve had an IUD since I first had sex when I was eighteen. The bed creaks beneath us, the sound of our bodies coming together filling the trailer. The heat builds again, spurred on by Phoenix’s words.

“That’s it, take it,” he grunts, his hands sliding up my body to grip my throat. He chokes me harder now as he thrusts into me.

“Again,” I beg, wanting to soar over the edge again and feel him lose control, too.

“Greedy girl,” he growls, his voice hoarse. “You want to come again? Do you want my seed dripping from your pussy?”

“Yes,” I cry, my face pressed against the pillow. “Please, Phoenix. Fill me.”

His pace quickens, his hips snapping against my ass. I can feel him, hard and thick inside me, and I know he’s close. “Fuck, I’m not gonna last,” he grunts. “I’m going to mark you as mine.”

His possessive claim sends me over the edge, and I cry out as my body tightens around him. Phoenix follows, his hand tightening on my throat as he roars, his release pulsing hot inside me.

“That’s my good fucking girl, take it all,” he pants, his voice hoarse. “I’m going to fill you up again and again. And I’m not going to rest until my cum is dripping from you.”

He continues to thrust into me, his hips moving frantically, milking his orgasm. I cry out with each thrust, overwhelmed by the pleasure, my body shaking with the force of it .

Finally, he slows, his breath ragged, releasing my throat and kissing my shoulder gently. “That was?—”

I cut him off with a giggle, turning my head to smile at him. “Incredible,” I finish.

He pulls out of me, and I whimper at the loss, feeling his cum start to leak from my body. Phoenix grins and pulls me toward him, my back against his chest. “That was just the beginning, sweetheart. I’m not done with you yet.”