Chapter 16 Knox
KNOX
Lucy was so responsive. With each kiss and each trail of my fingertips against his body, he arched. Gasps and moans fell from his lips, and they just drove me to pull more of them from him.
I’d tossed our shirts somewhere in the corner of the tent, and I had his jeans down to his knees as I palmed him through his underwear, tight enough to leave little to the imagination.
“I’m going to take these off, Lucy,” I warned, tugging at those damned underwear.
He met my eyes, face splotchy and looking wrecked. “Please.”
I didn’t waste a moment before I was peeling the rest of his clothes off and unbuckling my own belt as I gazed at him, displayed in front of me. “God, you’re gorgeous.”
Lucy bit his lip, blush darkening as his gaze dipped to where my fly was undone.
“Are you taking yours off, too?” He sits up and pushes at my jeans.
I laughed. “I’m getting there.”
“Now,” Lucy insisted, pushing the fabric down my hips.
My length sprang free, and I heard Lucy’s breath stutter.
“You alright with this?” I asked, even as I shook off my remaining clothes and tossed them away with Lucy’s.
He nodded, reaching to wrap his fingers around my length and squeeze, giving it a firm pull.
I groaned and shoved him back onto his back. “Later. Right now, I’m getting inside of you.”
Once I’d coated my fingers with lube, stretching him out gave me access to Lucy at his most vulnerable, when he was desperate for me and finally not hiding it.
He pressed the heel of his palm into his mouth and bit back another moan.
“Stop that,” I scolded, stilling my fingers in him to use my free hand to swat his hand away. “I want to hear you.”
“But if someone else hears us…” Lucy gasped when I crooked my fingers and thrusted forward, his back arching and fingers grasping at the sleeping bag beneath him.
“They won’t,” I promised, even though part of me wanted someone else to hear, for them to know that Lucy was mine, at least for tonight. Somewhere not behind the closed doors of his apartment. Somewhere he let himself be without the pressures of outside expectations.
Lucy’s eyes locked on mine, and I lunged forward to kiss him hard.
My fingers went back to work, pushing in a third finger to stretch him fully.
I swallowed his groan before pulling out of him completely.
The whine he released sent a bolt of arousal to my length, and I shushed him while I settled myself between his legs.
“I’ve got you. Just wanted to give you something better now.”
Lucy’s eyes widened, and his thighs clamped around my waist, coaxing me forward. “Yes, please, Knox. Give it to me.”
I tore open a condom packet and rolled it over myself. I leaned over him, and he slid his arms around me, his fingers returning to where they’d already undoubtedly left angry red marks that I already loved. My arms bracketed his head and I kissed him again, something softer, more intimate.
“You ready?”
“Knox,” he whined. “Now!”
I didn’t waste another second before I pushed into him in one smooth thrust that stole his breath away and had his ankles scrabbling over my lower back.
I didn’t give an inch, instead thrusting into him as deep as I could manage while trying to beat his next moan from leaving him with each thrust.
His nails scrambled across my shoulders, scraping my skin and leaving it stinging behind his trail of touch.
He was speaking, but none of it was English at this point. They were just laced with pleading and desperation as he took what I gave him.
“Knox,” he whined, voice a warning as his body curled and tensed beneath me.
“Come for me, baby. I want to feel you from right here.” I nipped at his ear before sucking one last angry hickey into his neck and pounding into him even harder as my own climax neared.
In no time at all, he clenched around me and came with a choking gasp between us, drawing my breath and finishing me inside the condom.
I barely had the wherewithal to pull out and collapse beside him, both left gasping for air in a somehow sweltering tent in the middle of February, our hands finding each other on the sleeping bag between us.
“That was…” Lucy’s voice was soft in the stillness, and he was looking at me with those soft brown eyes that I loved.
Or…liked very much. Eyes I simply felt a certain fondness for. Because three weeks was too soon.
I smiled at him, letting us have this moment now, at least, before the real world crept back in. “Yeah. It was.”
Then I pulled him closer, where he settled against my chest and rested his hand on my waist.
Maybe this was something that could survive outside of this tent. Maybe, after my month with his father was over and we could just be people with each other, we could make this relationship work.
I wanted to see him like this every night. Wanted to wake up to him in bed with me. Wanted to bring him coffee while he was painting something he truly loved instead of that torture device in his living room now.
Lucy’s soft snores filled the tent, his cheeks squished against the pillow under what little light we had from the dusk outside—or had my eyes adjusted to the darkness?
Maybe I could keep Lucy after all.