Chapter 14
HARPER-RAYN
My thighs shake at just the memory of Knight’s tongue circling my clit, and as I stand at his breakfast bar, sipping my coffee, I can’t believe I actually did that.
I can be more than bold when asking for what I want, but walking across his bed and demanding he eat my pussy while ignoring the raging hard-on in his pants was insane.
I fucking loved it.
It was incredible, and even now, hours later, my eyes are still rolling in the back of my head, and yet I can’t help but feel embarrassed about it.
It was too much. I was too forward, too bold, and now my step-uncle knows exactly how I taste, how I sound when I come, just how desperate I am when I’m on the edge.
But do I regret it? Not for one damn second.
His mouth on my body was intoxicating, so much more than I thought it was going to be, and damn it, I need more. I will never not need more from that man, but damn it. I shouldn’t want him. It’s profoundly wrong.
Off. Limits.
I need Izzy to tattoo the words across my forehead, and maybe then I’ll remember not to let cocky, broody SWAT officers take advantage of me.
Though truth be told, I’m the one who took advantage of him last night, but I’m not sure he’d see it the same way.
He was far too eager to even consider the idea that I was taking advantage.
He was hungry for it. Starved. And the look in his eyes when he closed his mouth over my pussy and tasted me for the first time . . . Fuck me.
I will never recover from this. Not in a million years.
I continue sipping my coffee when I hear Knight step out of his bedroom and make his way up the hall. My cheeks instantly blaze, and as I lean against the breakfast bar, I tip my head forward, letting my hair cascade over my shoulder and cover my face.
Shit. Shit. Shit.
I had originally planned to grab my things and make a break for it, but a split-second decision had me waiting around for him, and now that he’s only a few steps away, I’ve never wanted to run so fast in my life.
This is humiliating. Is he going to bring up last night? Put me in my place for calling him a good boy and having my wicked way with him?
What was I thinking?
The tattooed beast of a man strides down the hallway, and I risk lifting my head and glancing at him.
He’s shirtless, wearing nothing but a pair of tactical pants.
The fly is done up, but the button is popped at the top.
And goddamn. I’ve never seen anything so delicious in my whole twenty-eight years.
Every inch of his tattooed body is flawless, and the evident bulge in the front of his black pants tells me he’s out for revenge.
A grin pulls at the corner of my lips, and I studiously stare at the countertop as though it’s suddenly the most interesting thing in the room.
Knowing that he’s most likely spent the night thinking about fucking me has pride swelling in my chest, and I make a show of sipping my coffee, acting as though his very presence isn’t sending me spiraling with the filthiest hunger.
“Morticia,” he rumbles, stepping right in behind me, his big body instantly crowding me.
“Knight,” I respond, closing my eyes and breathing him in as I slide the second coffee mug aside, letting him know that it’s his if he wants it.
He leans into me, his big, muscled arm curling around me as he reaches for the mug, only he bypasses it and goes straight for mine, picking it up and drinking every last drop before placing it back on the counter, far away from my reach.
I swallow over the nervous lump forming in my throat and remain silent, having no clue how this is about to play out, but when he drops his hands to the counter on either side of my waist, caging me in, I can’t help myself. “Is there something you need?” I purr, refusing to meet his heavy stare.
Knight scoffs before dipping his head and trailing his nose up the length of my neck, inhaling my scent as he presses his large body against mine.
“Your game is over, Morticia. Favor repaid,” he rumbles, his tone so thick with desire it’s almost hard to make out the words past the heavy thrumming of my pulse in my ears.
“And now you think you get to walk around my house in my shirt, wearing no fucking panties and not have me fuck you?”
I suck in a breath.
I can practically hear the smirk in his tone. “You don’t get to leave me craving your sweet little cunt all night and not expect me to give you exactly what you’ve really been wanting all these years.”
I scoff, playing it up, despite knowing how right he really is. “Really now?” I murmur, glancing back over my shoulder and meeting his darkened stare, his eyes penetrating right through to my greedy soul. “You sure about that?”
His stare seems to smolder, and within the blink of an eye, his hands drop from the counter and take my waist before lifting me up onto the barstool and placing me on my knees, putting me at the perfect height, lining my cunt up with that thick, beautiful cock of his.
I suck in a gasp, and as he pushes me forward, making me lean onto the breakfast bar, he lifts my shirt up over my naked ass, exposing me in the most erotic way.
I don’t dare stop him, and when he reaches down between us and his fingers suddenly swipe through my wetness, a shiver sails down my spine, quickly spreading through my body.
“Oh, I’m sure. You’re soaked for me, pretty girl. You’ve been thinking about this all fucking night,” he murmurs, that rich confidence speaking right to my soul. “Tell me, just how hard did you have to fuck yourself with your fingers last night just to curb the hunger?”
Only three times, but I’m sure as hell not about to tell him that.
“You wish.”
Knight laughs as his fingers return to my cunt, slowly pushing inside of me, curving just right and rolling over my G-spot, making my body tremble.
“I heard you, Morticia. Heard the way you caught your breath when you were close, heard the subtle groans of frustration knowing it would never be as good as it is with me.” His lips brush over my skin, sending a furious wave of goosebumps scattering across my sensitive skin.
“Do you know how fucking hard it was not to burst in there and take you, to resist the allure of your sweet little cunt, to not even fuck my hand?”
My hips rock back and forth, grinding over his hand as his fingers torment me in the most consuming way. “How hard?”
“It was fucking torture.”
“You should have thought about that when you left me on my knees, desperate for you.”
Knight laughs. “Oh, no, doll. This isn’t my problem. This one is all yours, because unlike you, I don’t mind spending my night rock hard, listening to the way you fuck yourself, because all it does is work me up, and at some point, all that pent-up frustration needs to be released.”
“And let me guess?” I purr. “You’re going to release it on me.”
“Every last bit of it.”
I groan, anticipating what he has in store for me, and as his fingers split inside of me, my knees almost give out on the barstool. His gaze burns over my skin like lasers as he grabs my ass and spreads me open.
“Mmmm, so fucking beautiful,” he rumbles, trailing his fingers through my pussy and inching higher. “Has anybody ever claimed your ass?”
I nod. “Mm-hmm, but no one as big as you,” I tell him. “You’ll tear me in half. Destroy me.”
“Do you like it?” His thumb skims the area in question, offering a little pressure.
“Most of the time,” I tell him, grinding against his hand.
“Good girl,” he says as I hear the distinct sound of his zipper releasing. “You’re off the hook for today, but don’t think I’ll forget, doll. I will claim your ass, but when I do, you’ll be begging for it.”
I press back against his thumb, loving the pressure as his fingers massage the walls of my pussy. “Mmmm, so bossy today.”
Knight scoffs before gently removing his fingers from deep within me, making me yearn for more, instantly feeling the loss.
“Next time you want to play the role of dom, you better make sure you’re truly ready to play,” he tells me before lifting his glistening fingers to my lips.
“Suck them clean, Morticia. Taste how fucking sweet you are.”
Oh God. This man.
My mouth falls open without hesitation, and as he pushes his thick fingers inside, I roll my tongue over them, sucking them clean. “Just like that,” he purrs as I feel him release his thick cock from the confines of his pants behind me. “Condom?”
“God, no. Don’t ruin a good thing,” I breathe. “I’m on birth control.”
Knight groans, and while I don’t exactly know him intimately or know how many sexual partners he’s had, I trust him implicitly. Without a doubt, he would never touch me if there was even a chance he wasn’t clean.
He grunts behind me, and I hear the soft sounds of his fist pumping up and down his cock, and fuck, I’ve never been so jealous. I want every ounce of his pleasure.
“Take me, Knight.”
In one swift move, Knight fists my hair, wraps it around his wrist, and yanks my head back, forcing my spine to curve and my hips to thrust toward him. I’m silently begging for him to have his wicked way with me, and he understands precisely what I want.
“So fucking beautiful,” he rumbles as my pussy clenches. I’m absolutely drenched for him. He closes the small gap between us, and when I feel his bulbous tip against my clit, slowly dragging through my wetness, my body trembles.
“Don’t make me wait.”
“Patience, Morticia. I’ll give you what you need, but I intend to take my fucking time as I devour every goddamn inch of you.”
Fuck yes.
His cock flinches against my clit, and my eyes roll as he slowly drags back toward my entrance.
My body shakes with anticipation as it all becomes too much.
He keeps me on the edge, teasing and tormenting me with a silent promise of just how thoroughly he’s about to fuck me, and when I finally feel his tip at my entrance, a sharp gasp escapes my lips.