Total pages in book: 100
Estimated words: 94598 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 473(@200wpm)___ 378(@250wpm)___ 315(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 94598 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 473(@200wpm)___ 378(@250wpm)___ 315(@300wpm)
I’d watched a little bit of gay porn as a teenager, but nothing I’d seen compared to this moment. Phoenix’s body was pressing me back against the doorjamb and he had one hand above my head, supporting his weight. His other hand was jerking us both off as I plunged my finger inside of him over and over again, pressing against that spot he seemed to like so much now and again.
“Oh God,” I said as I felt what I’d felt the night before. The pressure in my balls, the tingling in my spine.
Phoenix kissed me. “Come for me, Levi. I want to watch you go over again.”
It started as soon as he said my name. I shoved my finger inside of him as far as it would go and held there as I gripped his ass with my other hand. The climax tore violently through me and I shouted against his mouth. Tears stung the backs of my eyes from how good it felt. And not just the climax, but all of it. His body, his smell, his heat…I could have stayed there forever.
“Fuck,” Phoenix growled and then I felt his entire body shudder as his ass clamped down on my finger. God, what would it feel like on my dick?
“Damn,” Phoenix murmured once he’d relaxed against me and I’d gently pulled my finger out of him. “Guess we’ll need another shower,” he observed as he looked down at our spent dicks, covered in cum.
“I’m good with that,” I said and then we were both laughing.
Sex and pleasure?
Humor too?
What fucking alternate universe was I living in?
And what did I have to do to stay here forever?
“Peaches, I brought some people I’d like you to meet.”
I wanted to smile at the nickname Phoenix had told me about. He’d given it to his daughter when she was a baby. He’d told me that for months, the little girl had refused to eat anything but peaches and even as she’d grown older, the sweet fruit had remained her favorite. But as endearing as I found the story, I was too tense to dwell on it or imagine Phoenix and his daughter together before the accident.
I hadn’t been sure what to expect as we walked into the spacious room, but it wouldn’t have mattered because nothing could have prepared me for any of it. Starting with how Phoenix spoke to his daughter.
Like she could hear every word he said.
And I wondered if maybe she could.
The girl looked tiny in the big bed. Phoenix had warned me that it was likely her eyes would be open, but that she wouldn’t actually be seeing me. I hadn’t been prepared for what it would be like for her to look directly at me, though. It broke my heart because she looked so…normal. I couldn’t even imagine the pain it must be causing Phoenix.
I’d thought the little girl’s room would be a basic utilitarian hospital room, but it wasn’t. Yes, the walls were the standard off-white color, but someone, Phoenix presumably, had put wall stickers on them including a large one that formed a tree that looked much like the one I’d seen a glimpse of in Amani’s room at Phoenix’s house. Her bed had pretty yellow sheets with princesses and castles on them and she was wearing a pink nightgown. Framed pictures sat on one of the nightstands. I recognized Phoenix in a couple of the pictures…the rest I suspected were of Amani’s mother and grandparents.
“Amani, this is my friend Levi and this is Henry,” Phoenix said as he motioned to both of us. He held his daughter’s hand as he spoke.
“Hi, Amani,” I said as I went to Phoenix’s side. I had Henry in my arms. He looked at the girl curiously, but luckily, he didn’t get upset by the strange environment. Even though the girl’s room looked as much like a child’s as it probably could, it still had a lot of the standard hospital equipment in it and there were several machines hooked up to the little girl including what I assumed was the feeding tube Phoenix had told me about.
Amani’s eyes moved around the room, occasionally settling on her father, but never staying there for long. The fingers he held in his occasionally twitched, but never closed around the big hand holding hers like it was made of glass.
I listened as Phoenix talked about nonsensical things like the weather and the ducks and ducklings we’d seen out in the pond in front of the rehab center. I tried not to dwell on the possibility that the girl was somehow trapped in her own body and could hear and feel everything but not respond, but it was tough. And I felt completely helpless to support Phoenix in any way. So, I did the only thing I could think of and put my free hand on his back and rubbed circles against it. When it came time for the visit to end, I watched Phoenix kiss his daughter goodbye and whisper something in her ear. I cuddled Henry against my chest because I was just so damn grateful to feel his warm, squirming body against mine.