Joe drifted in that sweet spot between dreams and reality, his mind foggy with sleep while his body registered the warm press of Phoenix against his back, the hard length of her cock pressed against his ass.
"Good morning, angel," Phoenix whispered, her breath hot against his ear, sending a shiver down his spine that roused him. Before Joe could mumble a response, she was sliding down, tossing aside the tangled sheet.
Joe's eyes flew open when Phoenix's wet mouth closed around his morning wood. Holy fuck! Her tongue swirled around his shaft, expert and hungry, the ravishment making him forget everything else. The wet, obscene sounds of her mouth filled the quiet bedroom, punctuated by Joe's increasingly desperate gasps. His drowsy brain was catching up to what his cock already knew—this was one hell of a wake-up call.
His drowsy brain drifted back to that first dance class at the Cambridge Community Center when they first saw Phoenix—she moved like water through the dance routine, her body flowing where others stumbled. Joe couldn't tear his eyes away from her—her graceful form, the way sweat made her smooth skin gleam—but mainly, her entrancing, celestial beauty. Beside him, Maria's fingers squeezed his arm in silent recognition of their shared seduction.
Walking home afterward, they couldn't shut up about Phoenix. Barely making it through their apartment door, Maria slammed Joe against the wall, her mouth devouring his while his hands yanked up her skirt. They fucked standing up, hard and desperate, then tumbled to the couch for round two.
As weeks passed, their lusting for her grew.
At the holiday craft fair, Maria made her move. The Community Center smelled like Christmas had exploded inside it—pine needles, hot glue, and cinnamon from the refreshment table all mixed together. Joe watched nervously as Maria strutted straight up to Phoenix.
"Gorgeous," Maria said, nodding at Phoenix's half-finished wreath. "I'm Maria, and that awkward guy pretending not to stare at you is my husband, Joe."
Phoenix's fingers were sticky with sap as she shook their hands, her smile warm enough to melt the cold outside. Joe fumbled through small talk about holiday traditions. Maria flirted shamelessly.
By evening's end, they exchanged numbers, Phoenix's fingers lingering as she handed back his phone. "I'll text you about the holiday dance," she promised, her eyes saying so much more.
Joe arrived late to the dance, without Maria. The gym looked like a budget winter wonderland—string lights sagging from basketball hoops, dangling paper snowflakes spinning, folding chairs surrounding a makeshift dance floor. Sitting against the wall, nursing a cup of nog, he lustfully eyed happy couples swaying under the dim lights, feeling woefully alone.
As the party wound down, he spotted Phoenix across the room—or rather, she spotted him. Holy shit! She'd transformed since the wreath-making. Her hair was dyed a frosty blue that caught the party lights, her lips and nails painted in the exact same electric shade. Her snow-white, form-fitting outfit hugged every curve, making Joe's mouth go desert dry.
"Dance with me," she said, not really asking as her blue-tipped fingers wrapped around his wrist. The upbeat song faded into something slower, more intimate. Phoenix pulled Joe close, her hands sliding down to his lower back. Their bodies moved together, heat building between them.
Her body melted against his, the question, "Where's Maria?" a slight tantalizing breath against his ear.
"Visiting f-family," Joe managed, his arousal obvious against her thigh.
"Too bad," Phoenix whispered, her blue lips close to his ear. "I've been thinking about both of you." Her lips played along his ear as her hips ground subtly against his hardness. "Want to get out of here?"
Bright eyes answered, "YES!"
The door to Joe's apartment barely shut before Phoenix slammed him against it, her mouth devouring his like she was starving, her demanding tongue finding his. Joe's hands grasped her hips, pulling her tight against him, his cock already straining against his jeans as their hips ground together.
"Bedroom," Phoenix gasped against Joe’s lips, already tugging at his shirt. The pair playfully stumbled down the hallway, a trail of discarded clothes marking their journey. Phoenix pushed him backward onto the mattress and stood at the foot of the bed, her blue hair tousled from his fingers, lips swollen from their kisses. The sight of her—naked, eyes dark with want—made Joe's breath catch in his throat. The moonlight filtering through the blinds painted silver stripes across her skin, highlighting the soft curves of her tiny breasts, the flat plane of her stomach, her cherubic, sinewy cock.
"You're gorgeous," Joe whispered, the words escaping before he could think about how meager they sounded.
Phoenix smiled, a slow, predatory curve of those blue lips. "So are you, angel." She stood for a heartbeat, as if she wanted him to memorize every detail.
Joe did, greedily, not even pretending to hide the hunger in his stare. His cock throbbed against his stomach, straining for her, but he couldn’t move—he didn’t want to break the spell. He watched her standing at the foot of his bed, those blue-tipped fingers absently toying with her slender cock, her eyes on his face, assessing, maybe a little amused by the effect she had on him.
She was an angelic specter illuminated in blue and silver, the kind of intense beauty that burned itself into Joe’s eyes so that even when he blinked, it danced on his lids. He’d never been so utterly transfixed by anyone before. Every inch of her was a study in contradictions—hard lines softened by delicate curves, the sharp angles of her jaw offset by the lushness of her lips, her body both athletic and tender. In the stark moonlight, the scars and freckles and faint lines on her body were magnified, and instead of diminishing her beauty, they made her seem more real, more vivid, more impossible to resist.
Joe felt suddenly exposed, not just naked but peeled open, like Phoenix could see every secret he’d ever tried to hide. It should have made him anxious, but instead he felt calm, anchored by the gravity of her gaze.
Phoenix crawled onto the bed, moving up his body like a jungle cat stalking its prey, her hands teasingly tracing the lines of his chest and ribs, fingers cool and gentle but purposeful. When her hard cock slid along his, it was the world collapsing into a single point: the smell of rain-washed stone and ozone rushing into his head, a low, tectonic rumble sounding in his inner ear, and the pressure on his skin that felt like the moment before a mountain shatters. The ecstatic shock lasted only a second, but it left him steady and fundamentally changed, like land after a seismic event.
“I want you,” Phoenix confessed, and Joe believed her—he’d never heard anything more honest in his life. She bent down and kissed him, letting the plush insistence of her lips and coaxing tongue give way to a gentler exploration. He kissed back, losing himself in it, letting her take the lead, letting his hands explore the hard curve of her ass, the softness of her back, the silken fuzz of her blue hair against his cheek.
Between the gentle anchor of intertwined dreams, the silent language of soulful touch, and the fierce, beautiful consumption of their mutual fire, night dissolved.
As Joe woke, the familiar buzz of a vibrator cut through the wet sounds of Phoenix's mouth on his cock. His eyes snapped open, suddenly alert as he registered the mechanical hum. He turned his head toward the sound, his sleepy brain trying to process what he was seeing.
Maria sat naked in the armchair across from the bed, her legs spread wide, one foot propped up on the edge, a blue vibrator pressed firmly against her clit. Between her spread thighs, Joe could see how wet she was, her arousal glistening on her inner thighs and coating the vibe.
When she noticed him looking, Maria's lips curled into that knowing smile that always made his stomach flip. "Good morning, angel," she purred, her voice thick with desire. "Looks like you two started without me."
Joe's body hummed with satisfaction, but his mind was already racing ahead, imagining the possibilities that the rest of the morning might hold for them. Seeing Maria, he started cumming, again, and could barely grunt a response.
"That's it," Maria moaned, her body tensing as she approached her own orgasm. "Let go. I want to see...it. I want to see your face when you cum."
Maria cried out, her body shuddering as she came with him, the vibrator pressed firmly against her clit. Waves of pleasure visibly washed over her. Their eyes remained locked through it all, sharing the moment across the room as Phoenix continued to work him through his orgasm, swallowing everything he gave her.
"Merry Christmas, angel!" Phoenix slid the words out, her eyes intense on Maria's, finishing with a deliberate lick of her frosted lips.
