Chapter Maverick #3
“Sssssssss,” the hiss falling from my lips as his hand wrapped around my rigid erection, pre-cum spilling from the head.
Knox kissed the head of my dick, licking the evidence of my arousal away.
“Mmmmm,” he moaned his satisfaction.
Through every shift and sound, Knox whispered words that I hadn’t known I needed: You’re safe. You’re wanted. You’re more than enough.
His warm mouth engulfed me, sucking me to the back of his throat until he was gagging and saliva spilled from the sides.
“Knox, FUCK!” I moaned out in a harsh whisper. Dorm walls were notoriously thin, so we had to exercise some discretion.
“You like the way I swallow this big dick?” He asked as he took me back down his throat.
“Y—Yes, FUCK yes.”
Knox slid me from his mouth and pushed my muscular thighs open further as his tongue eased down to my puckered asshole and pushed inside.
“I’m about to fucking cum, AHHHH.” I managed to get out as thick white ropes of cum shot from my hard, pulsating dick.
Swiping some of the mess I’d made with his fingers, Knox rubbed it on my hole as he eased his thick digit inside me, my body tensing slightly.
Knox stopped and searched my eyes briefly. “I need you to know this doesn’t have to be everything tonight. We can stop, we can slow down—anytime.”
“I know,” my voice rough with emotion, “But I need you. I’ve never needed anyone like this.”
Knox kissed me again, deeper this time, as he stroked in and out of my asshole with his fingers, opening me up for his thick, hard member.
He moved with practiced care, reaching for the small bottle of lube on his nightstand. Click. The top opening caused me to inhale sharply, my nervousness rising, but Knox caught it.
“Just breathe with me,” he said, kneeling between my thighs. “We’ll go slow. I’ll take care of you.”
Nodding, I locked my gaze on Knox as he rolled the condom down his beautifully stiff shaft.
“You’re doing so good, baby,” he murmured, “Just like that. Relax into it.”
Removing his fingers, Knox slid them in his mouth, moaning his pleasure as he lined the head of his dick up with my tight hole.
Our eyes locked as Knox entered him, inch by careful inch.
“Ahhhhhh,” I gasped, clutching at Knox’s shoulders, my body tensing. Knox stopped immediately.
“Too much?” He whispered.
My breath shaky, “No. Just keep filling me up, please.”
There was discomfort at first; I was tight, he was unfamiliar, but it was a pain that was sure to give way to pleasure.
Knox leaned forward and kissed my inner thigh that was resting on his shoulder, whispering encouragement into my skin, giving me time to adjust to him.
It was intimacy without pressure, a kind of tenderness I’d never known I deserved until now.
As we moved together, I let go of fear, of shame, of the years I’d spent believing I would never be worthy of being touched like this. Knox was gentle, moving in slow, circular motions, keeping us connected with every breath, every kiss, every whispered reassurance.
Eventually, the discomfort gave way to something more profound, intense, aching, and good. Pleasure bloomed in waves, slow and full-bodied, unlike anything I had ever felt. Knox’s name slipped from my lips like a prayer as he stroked in and out of me.
“So fucking tight and perfect, fuck Mav,” Knox moaned out as he stroked in and out of me gently, making sure to prioritize my pleasure in this moment. It was as if he knew he was taking my virginity, breaking me in, molding me perfectly for him.
Reaching down, he wrapped his fist around my hardness and stroked the length as he picked up speed and began to pound into me with more force.
“Knox, you’re so deep, mmmmmmm, baby,” I groaned in complete pleasure as he continued to feed my tight hole inch after inch.
Finally falling completely apart, we both erupted, Knox with a soft groan against my neck, me trembling in his arms as I painted his stomach with my cum. This wasn’t just a release, it was a transformation.
We stayed wrapped in each other long after, legs tangled, fingers interlaced.
Knox kissed my damp forehead. “You feel okay?”
I laughed softly, exhausted but glowing, “Better than okay.”
I buried my face in Knox’s neck, breathing in the scent of sweat and safety. “You made me feel like I belong in my own body.”
Knox kissed my shoulder, “That’s because no one ever earned you before.”
This wasn’t just about sex; it was me stepping fully into myself with someone who saw me, all of me, and held me like I was a precious gem.
“I didn’t know it could feel like that,” I whispered.
Knox kissed my forehead again, his eyes glowing with mischief, “That’s how it feels when you make love, Mav.”
I closed my eyes, relishing in the moment.
“Thank you,” I said, voice raw.
Knox held me tighter. “You never have to thank me for valuing you, seeing you, it’s what you deserve from any and everyone in your life.”
I lay with my head on Knox’s chest, listening to his heartbeat like it was the first song I ever loved, slowly falling into a much-needed slumber.
“I think I’m falling for you,” I said as I dozed off.
Knox smiled, fingers tracing circles on my back.
“You’re not alone in that.”