Phoenix Rising

Part Three

One Year Later…

Kane was not the sort of light candles. He did not adorn our bedroom with rose petals. No soft music played on the stereo, no lights dimmed for atmosphere. By all accounts, it would have been an average, ordinary evening.

Except for the notes.

I found the first one pinned to the front door. Plain white paper folded in half, stuck to the wooden surface with a piece of tape. Nothing fancy.

You were the first to touch my face and not make me feel shame. Instead, you smiled and called me Lover and made a home with me.

My Kane was a man of few words. When he expressed them, however, they were not wasted.

After entering our house, I found another note waiting for me on the banister of the staircase. Same kind of plain white paper folded in two. I knew I would find familiar handwriting inside.

For years I thought I had no heart. Then I found you and felt it beat. I wait for you now as I did then. Come find me so our hearts can race together.

I took the stairs two at a time, flinging off clothes as I went. Somehow, I managed to get my boots off without breaking my neck. The notes I shoved into the pocket of my jeans which flew into some unimportant corner as I cast them off. The trail of clothes would lead in one definite direction. I knew where my Lover waited.

Completely naked, I stood before the closed bedroom door. As expected, a final note clung to the wood. My hands trembled as I pulled it down.

Short and simple: Come inside.

My own words used to entice me. All those midnight fucks and afternoon quickies and sunrise love makings. Every single time, I begged, screamed, whispered, and moaned for Kane to come inside me. That's why he wasn't into gags. He wanted to hear me say it. Wanted every whimper and sigh to reach his ears uninhibited.

I didn't remember turning the knob. The door swung open and I stepped across the threshold.

No one stood like my Kane. Tall and broad, as imposing as the fast approaching wall of a tornado. I had spent a year mapping every inch of his seven foot frame. Arms, legs, shoulders, thighs, chest. The back of his knees and the inside of his elbows. We once passed the better part of an afternoon with me nibbling on his neck as he slowly fingered me into oblivion.

He had a brother, my Kane. And a father. Both ruthless bastards who found joy in inflicted hell on my Lover. Leaving him with a mountain of control issues. It took me twelve long months to break that mountain down. I showed him that he owned my heart and body because I freely gave them to him. From his notes, I knew I owned his as well.

My feet did not tread over sprinkled flower petals. Only bare carpet. Every step brought me closer to that beautiful man. He drew me flush against his body as soon as I was within arm's reach. So eager and so needy, as much mine as I was his. I clung to him out of desire and desperation as he devoured me. One strong hand fisted in my hair, one massive arm wrapped around my waist, and that sinful mouth breathing fire into my body. Kane was fully dressed, but I would change that soon enough.

Time stood still as my Lover welcomed me home. I could think of no place I would rather have been. He was safe and familiar and yet still had his wild moments. So full of surprises.

Our mouths parted but he did not let me go. I remained plastered against his chest and was content to stay there.

"Happy anniversary, kitten." The gentle nibbling on my lips served only to make me harder. "I have a present for you."

My hands glided along the solid planes of his chest. "I can't wait to unwrap it." I started on the top button and intended to work my way down. My Kane was best fully undressed.

"Not me, sweet cheeks." His rumbling laugh vibrated through my body, sending little bolts of pleasure zipping up and down my spine. With ease, he lifted me off my feet and spun me around. "But I love your enthusiasm."

I touched down beside the bed. On it was a black box with a big red bow on top. "I didn't get you anything."

"You give me so much, Chris." The whiskers on his chin brushed my shoulder as he laid kisses along the back of my neck. "And this… This is something we can both enjoy."

Curiosity piqued, I undid the bow and tossed back the lid of the box. Inside was a gift that only my Lover could devise.

"It matches your eyes," Kane whispered. He reached into the box and drew out a pale blue cock ring. "May I?"

I watched with wide eyes as he slid it over the head and down my shaft. Not stopping until it fit snuggly around the base of my dick. Warm hands cupped my sac as I leaned back against him for support.

"Perfect." Kane's hands moved to my hips and he turned me around. "How did you make every part of my life so perfect?"

Without a hint of shame, I crawled backwards onto the bed. My legs spread wide, putting his present on full display. "Lucky, I guess."

Kane followed me onto the bed. His blue eyes blazed with passion as they tracked every move I made. "So lucky to have you for my own." He loomed over me. Powerful arms, broad chest, and a strong back that had endured the scratch of my fingernails on so many, many nights. "All mine."

My fingers tore at the buttons of his shirt, not caring about the destruction of a garment that could easily be replaced. Skin to skin contact was what I needed. I had to have my hands on him or I would go insane.

Kane made short work of his pants and boxers. At last, he was gloriously naked. Hard and ready to take me heaven. "Do you want me, Chris?"

That was how it always started. With that simple question. A confirmation of my desire.

"Yes." I slipped my hand beneath the pillow and pulled out the bottle of lubricant we kept there. "I want you so very, very much."

He leaned down until his lips were beside my ear. "Where do you want me, Chris?"

Another simple question, but that answer was much more complex. The heat of his words and his body scrambled my brain. I could focus only on my need for him. "Everywhere." I could feel his lips curve into a smile. His chuckle shot a fresh blast of heat across my neck.

"Here?" His teeth nipped at the skin of my throat. The tip of his tongue swiftly followed in their wake. "Do you want me here?"

Every pinch and flicker had me shivering. "Yes," I moaned, not caring how utterly wrecked I sounded. "Please, Kane."

He moved down my body. His mouth hovered over my nipple. "What about here? Want me here, kitten?" Before I could answer, his lips closed around that tender nub. Suckling, nibbling, licking. His every action tearing apart my self-control.

Down he traveled, using his mouth to once again lay his claim on my body. Tender, loving, affectionate, and very much in control of my pleasure. I gave it up to him as I had countless times before. Kane had earned my trust long ago. I would not deny him any part of me.

He paused to take the bottle from my hand. Deftly, he flicked the top open and poured drops of the slick fluid onto his fingers. Our eyes met as he reached between my legs. Under my sac and between my cheeks until his slippery fingertips caressed my hole.

"Here?" Kane's voice was so soft I could barely hear him ask the question. "Do you want me here?"

What a silly and absurd question. I wanted him there most of all. Fervently, passionately, and with no end. I had no voice to beg or plead. Instead, I used my body to make my feelings known. Pressing into his fingers in an increasingly needy fashion.

As usual, my Lover did not disappoint. One thick finger followed another as he slowly prepared me. In and out, he stroked. Stoking the fire building within me. He spread me wide and touched me deep, the landscape as familiar to him as a much traveled road. I could barely catch my breath as he rubbed against those secret spots that only my sweet Lover could find. His gracious gift squeezed the base of my cock, eliminating any chance for an early release.

Kane drizzled the lubricant on his hard dick. I watched him smooth and rub it along his shaft, thrilled by the knowledge that all of it was for me. Long and thick and mine.

His fingers left my well-stretched hole, but I was not abandoned for long. The slick head of his cock pressed against my opening. He rubbed it across my hole. Back and forth. Teasing. Tormenting me to the point of madness. How could my Lover be so cruel?

"Say it, Chris." His lips were at my ear again. Whispering sweet sins even as I burned for him. "Say it so I can give us what we both need."

I wrapped my arms around his shoulders and looked into my Lover's eyes. "I am yours. You are everything to me and I am yours." My fingers dug into his firm muscles as he surged forward. The shock of his sudden pounding had me crying out his name. "Yes, Kane! Please, Kane! Take it, take it, take it!" His merciless rhythm made me delirious. My mind focused only on his thick shaft as it gloriously filled me and his powerful hips as he buried himself deep. Nothing else mattered by the man in my arms and the dick in my ass.

"Mine!" he growled. More animal than man. Fierce and forceful and so very strong. Each wild thrust had me clawing at his back. His well maintained control fell away as he gave in to my slick heat gripping him tight. "My Lion Heart!"

A name I had not heard in quite some time. A long forgotten alias from before Kane owned every piece of me. Before I had learned the strength of his hands as they pressed my legs back. Before I had run my tongue along the underside of his cock. Before the first time he fucked me in public, in our secret place at the park. When he was little more than an email address to me.

Phoenix Rising.

"My Kane." His true and proper name. The name echoed in the shower as soap suds ran down our bodies. The name I whispered in the high grass as I rode him with the sun warming my back. It was Kane that made love to me on the couch during a thunder storm. Kane that fucked me on the kitchen table minutes before the guests arrived for the Fourth of July barbeque. Kane who made my world a better place. "Let me come on your cock. Please, Kane. Let me come."

On some nights, he made me beg for what felt like ages. Granting me release only once it pleased him.

Kane showed me kindness that night. His passion matched my own and he could not deny me. As his thick dick drove me to my limits, he removed his gift. Sliding it from my shaft as I continued to squeeze and shudder around his. "Where do you want it, Chris? Tell me, kitten."

The sudden rush of freedom went straight to my head, making me dizzy. I clung to his shoulders in an effort to stay grounded. "Please, Kane… Inside… Come inside me, Kane… I love you so much, please, let me feel you."

Kane buried his face in my neck. His whiskers raked across my skin as the tremors hit. Light at first, but their intensity grew until I could barely hold on. "My Chris… Sweet, beautiful Chris." He growled deep in his throat. "Take it."

That first hot shot put me over the edge. Gasping as I fell, I held tight to my Lover like the mast of a sinking ship. Strong and secure, yet still drowning. It seemed like the pumping, twitching cock inside me would never run out of spunk. Constant waves of ecstasy rocked me from reality as his seed continued to flow. I took all of his sticky load, purring with pleasure as I milked every last drop. There was nothing on this earth quite like being filled with his cock and come.

Kane kissed me sweetly as our heartbeats settled into normal rhythm. The cooling sweat on my skin made me shiver. He pulled away only to draw a blanket around our bodies.

The words we exchanged were few. After all this time, they had become mostly unnecessary. We found comfort in each other's presence, not in sentiment. That did not discount the tender and soft I love yous Kane whispered in my ear as sleep threatened to overtake him. We would have many more opportunities to play with my wonderful present.

The phone rang just before I gave in to unconsciousness. I fumbled for the receiver. "Hello?"

"Happy anniversary, you sexy beast." Even over the phone, Jeff managed to sound smug. "Just wanted to give you a quick message."

"What's that?"

"You're welcome."

I did not have the functioning mental capacity to understand his nonsense. "For what?"

"For the man no doubt snoring next to you."

"Oh!" Jeff had been the one to connect me with Phoenix Rising. I doubted very much that I would have met Kane without him. "Thank you."

I could almost hear Jeff grin. "You're welcome."

END