Fireproof: Phoenix

Tight Leather And Possessive Rockers

Phoenix POV

We stood there for what felt like forever but it was probably only five or ten minute's tops. I lifted my gaze at the feel of Jesse's fingers interlocking with mine. A smile teased my mouth and I squeezed tightly.

I turned my head to the side where Jesse was pressing light kisses to my shoulder. He then sucked on the base of my throat, most likely creating a hickey to go with the ones I'd found on my chest, legs and hip this morning while I was in the shower.

"I swear to God, if there is a single hickey on my neck then I will kick your sorry ass." He chuckled before looking over at me, his soft grey eyes shimmering.

"It's a little late for that Princess." He murmured.

My gaze flickered down to what I could see of my shoulder and, sure enough, there was at least two. My eyes narrowed and I smacked at his side before growling.

"Possessive bastard."

Jesse chuckled before sliding his cóck out of me making a soft whimper escape me. He tapped my ass and then tugged his boxers and jeans back up. Once we'd both gotten everything back in place, I turned back to him and chewed on my bottom lip when I saw him leaning back against the wall staring at me with a blazing hunger in his eyes that made him look like he wanted to eat me alive.

"Stop looking at me like that, King." He smirked at my exclamation before stepping towards me like a hungry predator.

"Like what, Taylor?" I copied his smirk as he called me by my surname just like I'd done to him.

"Like you're gonna eat me." I murmured and tugged my bottom lip between my teeth. His gaze lowered from my eyes to my mouth.

"Maybe I will later." He whispered softly, his eyes never straying from my lips. "Unless, of course, you don't mind me dropping to my knees right now and feasting on that pretty pink pússy of yours."

My hands rested on his hard chest and he actually started to lower to his knees but I stopped him with a firm hand in his hair.

"Later baby." He lightly gripped my chin and tilted my head up.

"Promise?" He asked huskily against my lips. My hand fisted in the material of his t-shirt before sliding down to the hem and then tracing his abs with my fingers, I smiled when I felt his muscles tense beneath my fingertips.

"I promise."

He nipped at my lips making me growl softly which resulted in a deep chuckle rumbling through his chest.

"Good, because I'm hungry Princess and you're the only one that can satisfy the hunger."

Then he kissed me.

His mouth on mine felt like nothing short of heaven. My eyes closed in utter bliss as those magical lips moved against mine in hypnotic circles. His tongue glided along my own in gentle strokes while the occasional whimper fluttered passed my lips. I was pretty breathless by the time our mouths parted in order for us to take in some much needed oxygen, but then again so was he, at some point both of our hands had gotten tangled up in each other's hair.

"I gotta go get changed for tonight soon baby."

A soft pout appeared on his gorgeous face making me giggle then nibble at the protruding bottom lip.

"How tight are we talking?" He asked, referring to our earlier conversation about my reason behind me not wearing underwear during shows. I smiled as that little possessive side of him that I both loved and hated started to rear its head.