Captured Love (The Crestwood University #3)

23. Selene

23

SELENE

K nox puts his hand in mine, and we make our way to the stairs. His hand finds the small of my back, guiding me gently. I glance up at him and catch his eyes. He’s watching me with an unreadable expression. I really want to know what he’s thinking about, but I’m too nervous to ask.

As we walk the stairs, I try to calm every nerve in my body. That sense of déjà vu I had before our “outing” at Prosecco & Prose? It’s back with a vengeance. The only thing I can focus on is Knox's warm touch and thinking of every outcome that can result from what is about to happen.

We reach the top of the stairs and Knox leads me down the hall to his room. Not that I don’t know where it is. Once we are inside, he closes the door behind us and double checks that he locked it.

Knox turns to face me, and I still can’t figure out what he’s thinking. Part of me wonders if I’m making the same mistake again. Then again, if I get orgasms out of it, is it really a mistake?

Reframing things makes it a slightly easier pill to swallow.

“Selene,” he murmurs, bringing my attention back to him. “Tell me what you want.”

“I want you,” I say with as much confidence as I pretend to have. “I want this, whatever this is between us.”

His lips quirk into a small smile and he nods, trailing his fingers along my jaw and tilting my face up to his. “Good. Because I want you too. So fucking much.”

And then his mouth is on mine again. I melt into him, losing myself and any sense of time because none of that matters. Just as we start tugging at each other’s clothes, a loud thump sounds from downstairs. Knox breaks away and I can see the irritation in his face.

“Don’t go anywhere,” he says before unlocking the door and slipping out.

I take a moment to collect myself, running a hand through my hair and trying to steady myself. Maybe a small break is just what we need because things were growing hot and heavy quick.

The door creaks open and Knox steps back in. “It was just Wilder. He’s fine. Where were we?” he asks, but he doesn’t make a move to kiss me again. Instead, he strokes my hair back from my face. His touch is slow and soft, causing goosebumps to form on my arms.

“You were kissing me, and I was wondering if I’m making the same mistake again,” I blurt out.

Knox’s hand stills in my hair. For a moment, I think I’ve scared him off, that he’ll tell me to leave, that this was all a bad idea. But then he sighs and sits on the edge of the bed, running a hand through his own hair in that way he does when he’s frustrated or deep in thought.

“I’m nervous and I can’t?—”

I stop talking when Knox reaches for my hand and holds it in his. “I’m at least part of the reason you feel this way and it’ll always be one of my biggest regrets. And that will never happen again. I swear.”

Something clicks within me and settles the panic I have about what tonight will turn into. Sure, there’s still some lingering hesitation about what he might think of my body even though he’s seen all of me before, but I’m sure that will fade with time.

Time. As if we’re going to be doing this over and over again. Now that is too much to think about.

“Okay, Knox. I believe you.”

A soft smile appears on his lips just before he says, “Come here.”

I hesitate for the briefest of moments and then take a step toward him. He pulls me gently onto his lap, and I straddle him, my hands resting on his shoulders. His eyes search mine, and for the first time tonight, I think I can read him. There’s a tenderness there, mixed with something else that I can’t pinpoint.

“We don’t have to rush,” he says. “We can take our time because we have all night.”

“I like the sound of that.”

“Thought you might,” he says, the corner of his mouth tugging upward. He places his hands on my hips and lets them rest there for now.

“So,” I say, trying to break the tension. “Do you have a game plan or are we just going to wing it? Get it? Wing it? Cause you’re a left winger…”

He chuckles, a low rumble. “I see what you’ve done there. But back to the game plan, I was thinking I’d start with a PowerPoint presentation on seduction techniques.”

I laugh. “Oh yeah? How many slides?”

“At least twelve. With graphs and charts.”

“Sanchez, I didn’t know you were an overachiever.”

He shrugs. “I aim to please in every way, shape, and form.”

“Every way, shape, and form?” I raise an eyebrow.

“Absolutely,” he says, his voice dropping a notch. “But we could always just go with the flow, see where it takes us.”

“Going with the flow sounds less stressful,” I admit. “Though I'm still curious about those graphs.”

“They're impressive,” he says, his lips dangerously close to mine. “But I think you'd be more interested in the practical applications.”

“You make it sound like you're teaching a class,” I tease, though my voice is softer now.

“Maybe I just want an excuse to do some hands-on learning,” he whispers as he draws his face closer to mine.

Our lips brush, but this kiss is slower, more deliberate. It’s not as desperate as the one from earlier, and I can see that he’s living up to his promise to take our time. My fingers end up in his hair, tugging slightly on the strands, and he responds with a gentle pressure against my hips.

Knox’s hands begin to wander, tracing lazy patterns on my lower back. Every touch sparks like static electricity, making me hyperaware of every inch of skin he comes into contact with. His fingers find the hem of my shirt and play there for a moment, tossing a hint my way of where he wants the item to end up. I break our kiss long enough to pull the fabric over my head and toss it aside.

He takes me in, his gaze lingering on my breasts that are now only covered by a plum-colored bra. I try to read his mind, to see if he’s judging or simply admiring, but before I can psych myself out, he leans forward and presses a kiss to the center of my chest, right where my heart is pounding its loudest.

“You’re beautiful,” he says.

I’m about to thank him when he flips us over gently. Now I’m on my back on the bed, and he’s hovering above me, propped up on one arm. His free hand trails down my chest, then my stomach, stopping just at the waistband of my jeans. He looks up at me, seeking permission, waiting for a sign that I’m still with him. He’s making sure that I still want this.

I nod, and he unbuttons my jeans slowly. I’m beginning to wonder if he’s doing this to torture me. He tugs them down, and I lift my hips to help. The denim slides off and joins my shirt on the floor.

Knox’s eyes never leave mine as he moves his head and drops a couple of kisses on my neck. Those must have been precursors to the real thing because it’s as if a light switch goes off in his mind. Or the patience he has weakens a little because the intensity is kicked up several notches. And when he finds a particular sensitive spot on my neck, I find myself moaning before my brain even processes that I’m doing so.

The sound of my own voice startles me, but it seems as if it’s music to his ears. Knox’s kisses grow hungrier, his hands move to play with my bra straps. He shifts his head so that he can kiss the tops of my breasts that are now spilling out of the cups and while I might have been more insecure about this before, the thought doesn’t cross my mind. I’m too busy enjoying myself and he seems to be too.

I arch my back, pressing myself closer to him, in an effort to convince him where all of his attention should be at the present moment. He gets the hint and bites down gently, then soothes the spot with his tongue. A rush of heat flies through me, and I can feel the dampness growing between my legs although he hasn’t discovered it yet. My hands grip his shoulders because I need something, anything to hang on to.

“Knox,” I whisper, but I’m not entirely sure what I’m going to say next. Maybe to tell him to slow down again, or maybe to hurry up. I’m torn between wanting this to last forever and needing him right now.

He pauses and looks up at me and I can see the concern in his eyes. “Yeah?”

I take a deep breath. “Just… please don't stop.”

A relieved smile spreads across his face. “Wouldn't dream of it. And I love hearing the word please fall from your lips like that.”

I’m wiggling underneath him for a split second before I come to a stop. “What do you mean?”

He sits up and pulls off his shirt in one fluid motion. “Hearing you say it all…breathy-like is hot as fuck.”

“I’m happy to be of service.”

“Say it again.”

“I’m happy to?—”

My eyes widen slightly when Knox’s eyes narrow because he knows damn well that I know what he wants me to repeat. It turns me on even more.

“Please, Knox. I want you to show me all of those hands-on techniques. For demonstration purposes only.”

He doesn't need to be told twice. His hands are on me again, one sliding around to unhook my bra with an expert flick, the other cupping my breast as the fabric falls away. I lean into him and his touch because I’m absolutely desperate for more.

His thumb circles my nipple while his mouth leaves kisses along my collarbone. I close my eyes and let myself get lost in everything that is him.

I arch my back as he takes my nipple between his fingers, applying just enough pressure to make me gasp. My hips instinctively move against him because I’m ready for more, but I also don’t want to rush. What a cycle to be in.

And that’s before he looks up at me and puts my nipple in his mouth. A groan falls from my lips as he alternates between licking and sucking.

I find myself biting my lower lip to keep from crying out again, but I don’t know how long that is going to last.

Knox switches to the other breast, giving it the same tender yet urgent attention. My skin feels as if it’s on fire, and I’m loving every second of it. There’s no way that Knox isn’t affected by this too because I can feel how hard his cock is against me.

Although his mouth is currently occupied, one of his hands drifts down my side, light as a feather, toward my hips and thighs. He pauses at the edge of my panties, fingers slipping just underneath the plum-colored lace. My hips lift toward him involuntarily as if they have a mind of their own and the only thing they want to do is beg for his touch.

He releases my nipple with a soft pop. “You taste so good,” he says as his fingers continue exploring the rest of my body. I’m taken aback as he traces the hem of my panties. I can now say that I’m glad Isla and I went shopping because if we hadn’t there’s no way I would feel as confident as I do right now.

“However,” he continues. “There’s something else I want to try.”

It doesn’t take a rocket scientist to figure out what he’s talking about. And I can’t wait. His fingers hook into my panties and slowly slide them down my legs. I lift my hips to help him, watching as the lacy fabric joins the growing pile of clothes on the floor. Now I'm completely naked before him, while he is still clothed from the waist down.

Knox takes a moment to stare at me. “God, Selene, you're stunning.”

“Thank you,” I whisper because I’m not sure what else to say.

“No, thank you,” he says just before he leaves a trail of kisses down my stomach. When he reaches my pussy, he dips his head and starts by leaving a kiss on each thigh. A smirk forms on my face just before his mouth descends on my pussy. I swear I’ve died and gone to heaven.

Knox takes his time, exploring, teasing, until I'm squirming beneath him. It feels as if his mouth is everywhere because of how quickly he’s alternating between licking and sucking on my clit. I can’t figure a rhythm to this madness, making it all the more unpredictable and all the more exciting because I don’t know which way it’s going to go next.

My hands don’t know which way to turn but end up fisting the sheets as he continues on his quest to make me melt into a puddle on his bed. The explosion is building within me, and I know it’s only a matter of time. He uses one hand to push my legs further apart while the other one lands on my stomach, lightly using pressure to keep me in place. The cries that I’ve given up on containing fall like an avalanche from my lips. I don’t care who’s in this house or if they can hear what Knox is doing to me, I can’t be quiet.

I refuse to be.

When he slips in a finger to join the private party his mouth and my pussy are having, I swear I nearly levitate. Then he adds another, and after a few moments, I know this round is over. I come hard and he doesn’t stop what he’s doing until I’m finished. We’re both left staring at each other as we’re trying to catch our breaths.

Holy fuck. There’s no way that was real. But there’s no way this is over. Because it can’t be. I need him. I crave him, and I’m not sure this will ever be enough.

Knox crawls back up my body, and when he reaches my face, his eyes land on mine and I can see that he’s searching for something within.

“You okay?” he asks softly, brushing my hair back from my face.

I nod, not quite trusting my voice yet. The aftershocks of my orgasm are still rippling through me, leaving me boneless and sated. But I know this is just the beginning.

“More than okay,” I manage to say about a minute later. “That was... wow.”

He chuckles. “I aim to please.”

“And please you did,” I reply, my hands trailing down his chest, enjoying the way he feels beneath my fingertips. “But now it's my turn.”

I push on his shoulder, urging him to roll onto his back. He complies, and I straddle his hips, feeling his hard length pressing against me through his jeans. I grind down and receive a groan from him.

“These need to come off,” I say, tugging at his waistband. “And you need a condom.”

“Be my guest,” he replies as he reaches over to get a condom from his drawer.

I make quick work of the button and zipper on Knox's jeans, tugging them down along with his boxer briefs. I find myself staring at his cock. It’s thick and hard, and I can't help but lick my lips at the sight. I wrap my hand around him, giving a few slow strokes as I watch his reaction. His eyes flutter closed, and he lets out a hiss of pleasure.

“Picosita...” he groans as he thrusts up into my hand. The way he says the nickname he gave me sounds needy, as if he’ll die without my touch. I find that hot.

I stroke him a few more times before reaching for the condom he retrieved. Tearing it open, I roll it onto his dick. I can’t help but enjoy the way his muscles tense and relax under my touch. Once it's in place, I position myself over him, the tip of his cock brushing against my entrance.

The first time we had sex, there’s no way I would have been comfortable with being on top. But now I feel empowered. We lock eyes, and in that moment, an understanding passes between us. This isn't just sex. It's something more, something deeper that neither of us can quite define yet. But the intensity of the connection is undeniable.

Slowly, I sink down onto him, taking him inch by delicious inch. The stretch and fullness is something I can’t explain. I have to stop to adjust once he's fully inside me. Knox's hands come to rest on my hips, his fingers digging in slightly.

“Fuck, you feel incredible,” he pants out. The sound of his strained voice makes me smirk.

“Now who’s in control?”

“It’s you. It’s always been you.”

His words startle me, but before I can fully process their meaning, Knox sits up, wrapping his arms around me and capturing my lips in a searing kiss. The new angle causes him to go even deeper, and I moan into his mouth. We start to move together, finding a rhythm that has us both gasping.

I break the kiss to tilt my head back. Knox's mouth finds my neck as his hands roam my back, my sides, my breasts, like he can't get enough of touching me. And I can't get enough of him period.

I rock my hips, riding him as if this is something that comes naturally to me. No more concerns about how I must look in his eyes from this view or my own self-consciousness. The only thing that matters is the pleasure that both of us seek. The room fills with our panting and groans. Knox's fingers dig into the flesh of my hips, guiding my movements as well as urging me on.

“That's it, baby,” he says in between harsh breaths. “Just like that.”

His praise spurs me on, making me feel sexy and desired in a way I've never experienced before. I tangle my fingers in his hair, tugging lightly as I grind down harder.

“I'm close,” I gasp out as my movements becoming more erratic. “Knox, please...”

He seems to know instinctively what I need. One of his hands slides between our bodies, his fingers finding my clit and rubbing in tight circles. The added stimulation is almost too much, and I swear I’m beginning to see stars. I cry out, my inner walls starting to flutter around him.

“Come for me, picosita,” he demands. “I want to feel all of you.”

And who am I do deny the both of us? His words are my undoing. I come apart in his arms as my orgasm crashes over me. Knox holds me tight, thrusting up into me a few more times before he finds his own release while moaning my name.

We collapse onto the bed together. For however long we simply lay there, holding each other as we come down from the high. Knox gently brushes my damp hair back from my face, his touch tender and intimate.

“That was...” he starts, then seems to struggle to find the right word.

“Yeah,” I agree breathlessly, knowing exactly what he means. “It really was.”

A smile is stationed on his lips as his fingers continue to stroke my hair. I let my eyes drift closed, enjoying the feeling of his touch in a completely different way than I had just moments ago. Something has shifted between us, and it puts me so much more at ease.

Eventually Knox moves, and I feel the loss of his warmth immediately. I watch as he disposes of the condom, but thankfully, he's back in an instant. He pulls me into his arms again and I rest my head on his chest. The steady thumping of his heartbeat in my ear relaxes me further as his fingers trace lazy patterns on my back.

“Stay with me tonight,” he whispers, pressing a kiss to the top of my head.

It's phrased like a statement, but I can hear the underlying question. He wants me here, in his bed and in his arms. And there's nowhere else I'd rather be.

“I’d love to.”