5. Knox #3
A savage grin cuts across my face. “Knew it. My little voyeur. You sit there on that blanket pretending you’re innocent, but you get hot watching me swing, don’t you?”
Her cheeks flame brighter, her hips jerking as my thumb joins the steel, rubbing her swollen clit in tight, merciless circles. “Y-yes…oh God, yes.”
“Then don’t hide it. Give it to me.” I lower my mouth close to her ear, voice rough. “I want to hear what it does to you. Every gasp, every whimper. You don’t keep your pleasure quiet on my mountain.”
She cries out as the pressure builds, her thighs bunching in the blanket, her head tipping back as she rolls her hips faster.
“That’s it,” I growl, pushing the cold steel lower, dragging it up through her folds as I work her with my thumb. “Fuck my axe, petal. Tell me what you’re feeling.”
Her voice breaks. “You’re—ah—you’re making me—It’s so dirty! So wrong!”
“And yet, look at you, gushing all over it. Give me more, baby. What else are you feeling? Say it.”
“You’re going to…to make me come all over it!” she screams, body shuddering as she convulses around nothing, her release wetting the axe and my fingers alike.
I snarl with satisfaction, holding her open, watching her come undone in the sunlight, raw and perfect. “That’s my petal. Loud, messy, mine. And don’t you ever forget, there’s no one here but us. My mountain, my trees, you and your pleasure. All of it belongs to me.”
I think she’s about to collapse under the weight of that release.
Instead, she rises off the blanket. I just have enough time to toss the axe away before she throws herself into my arms.
She presses her lips to mine. Soft. Feisty. Sweet .
I freeze.
Then I devour.
My tongue plunges past her lips, claiming, demanding. Her whimper vibrates in my mouth, and I haul her onto my lap, crushing her to me.
Fuck, she’s so small her thighs barely wrap my waist.
My hands span her entire back, her hips fitting in my palms like they were carved to be there.
I break the kiss, panting. “You have no idea what you do to me.”
Her eyes drop. And she sees it.
I don’t remember unzipping, but my cock head is straining free from my pants, purple and thick and obscene against my jeans. Between her thighs.
Her eyes go wide, her lips part. “Christ,” she whispers, reverent or maybe terrified. “It’s so big.”
“Too much for you, tiny petal?” I mean to tease, but I sound mournful. Gutted.
She lifts her chin, trying to be brave, though her voice wobbles. “No. Maybe. I…I can take it.”
I sigh, drop my forehead to hers. God, she’s killing me. “No, baby. You can’t. I’ll hurt you bad.” And yeah, it’ll fucking destroy me.
Her fingers move over me, and I see the determination spreading across her face, the way her gaze devours me, cheeks burning hotter.
And I break into a cold fucking sweat. I slide my hand down her plump ass, between her sweet cheeks to slick my fingers through her pussy. To distract her. “You feel that?” I snarl. “How much I made you come?”
She shivers. “Yes.”
“That’s mine. Always mine.”
But I’m learning new things about Lily. One is that she won’t be swayed once she’s made up her mind.
So am I surprised at all when she yanks my T-shirt over her head, baring her magnificent body? Not at all.
“Lily…”
She rolls her hips forward, dragging her sopping center over my cock, soaking the rough denim with her heat searing.
She shudders and gasps, arches. Her nails dig into my shoulders. “Please…”
I kiss her again, delving my tongue between her lips until hers comes out to tangle with mine. She’s naked, sun-dappled, and wet. And I’m kissing her. Maybe this is enough. Maybe I can just give in and come in my pants. It’ll be fucking worth it. “No. Baby, we can’t…”
“But…I need you, Bear.”
I squeeze my eyes shut. That name. That sexy, husky plea.
I send up a quick, desperate prayer.
God help me. Don’t make me hurt her.
Hands shaking, I slide my zipper down just enough to free a few of my inches. The air bites against my crown, thick and veined and wet, heavy and ready as a fucking heat-seeking missile. She looks down between us, and her eyes widen.
Gulps. “Oh my God…”
I chuckle darkly. “Not God, petal. Just me.”
Fear flickers in her gaze. But Jesus, she licks her lips anyway.
I spread her thighs wide, and the sight of her, open like a true flower petal, nearly unravels me.
“We can stop if you want,” I rasp, my jaw barely able to move to form the words.
“No. I…want to.” Her nails dig in deeper, as if to entrench her determination.
I slide my hands up her lush butt to grip her waist. Pull her up, poise her over my cock.
We both stare down, and holy fuck, the sight of her tiny cunt, juicy and open over my wide crown, is the most insanely spectacular thing I’ve ever seen. Also possibly the most terrifying.
She must think so too because she whimpers.
“Fuck, baby. Don’t be scared,” I rasp, pressing the swollen head against her slick entrance. “We’ll try a little bit, hmm? Just the tip.”
Her body trembles. “Just the tip. You promise?”
“Promise,” I growl. My hands circle her waist with room to spare.
Then I press her down, down, down.
My broad head breaches her tiny hole, and her cry splits the air, half shock, half pleasure. Tight and hot and perfect .
My vision whites out.
“Fuck,” I roar, clutching her hips. “You’re…so damn tight.”
I grind shallow, just the head breaching, teasing, stretching her until she squirms helplessly.
Her nails rake my chest. My shoulders. “Bear?—”
“Say my name again,” I demand, thrusting just a little deeper, then pulling back. “Louder.”
“Bear!”
I bare my teeth, hips snapping once more. Her back arches, breasts pressed to my chest, nipples hard against my skin.
She whimpers, thighs clamping around me. “More... I can take more.”
My arms shake when I press her down, my breath panting when I see how wide I’m splitting her. How tight she strains around me.
“Damn, you look so good taking my cock.”
I dare another inch, still holding back most of me, and her scream tears through the clearing.
“No more, please!” she begs.
Fuck!
I freeze. “Okay, baby. Back to just the tip?”
She peers up at me with watery eyes. Bites herlip, then nods. “I’m sorry, Bear.”
“Fuck, don’t be. This is more than I thought... more than I h-hoped... fuck!” I stutter when she clenches. “You do that one more time, I’ll blow all over this tight cunt.”
She pouts a little. “You want me to stay still?”
My chest surges as I try to drag nonexistent air into my lungs. “I have a feeling whatever you do, I’m going to come so fucking hard for you.”
“Then... if you can’t go in, can you bounce me on the tip, Bear?”
My balls scream and the veins surging around my cock beg for mercy and deliverance. “Oh fuck... oh Jesus. Petal .” I grip her waist tighter, drop my head to flick my tongue over her nipples, taste those beauties for the first time.
Then my head bobs. “Sure thing, baby. Bear can bounce this fucking magic pussy on my dick. But I’m gonna come inside. You hear? This cum is going nowhere else but inside.”
The second shenods andwhispers, “Okay, come inside,” I’m gone.
I piston her on and off my crown in a shallow, mind-altering rut, grinding the thick head in and out of her hot, vise-tight pussy.
By the fifth thrust, my vision is hazing. By the ninth her walls are clenching, squeezing tight, milking me, and my roar shakes the trees.
By the tenth I’m lost.
I’m the luckiest fucking guy in the world to have her scream her climax one hot second before I spill hot and thick and endless inside her, the world cracking open. My hands crush her hips to keep her in place to receive my load, my mouth buried against her throat, biting, marking.
And I come so hard I see stars.
Feel my cum dripping out of her down myballsto soak my jeans.
With every tremor that shakes through her, her cunt tightens, milks another spurt from me. I’m just a couple of inches inside my petal, but that’s all it takes for her to drain me dry. To rob me of five years’ worth of eager seed.
When the tremors ease, I pull back just enough to see her.
Her lashes are heavy, lips swollen, face dazed. But she blinks up at me, her shyness warring with minxy triumph.
And God help me, I’m falling.
I should ease her off my dick, but Jesus, I can’t... I want to stay here until the world ends.
My chest heaves like I just went twelve rounds in the ring. My cock’s still twitching, buried shallow inside her, leaking the last of me.
Five years of starving myself.
Of refusing every easy lay, every eager groupie, every false promise. I swore I wouldn’t let obsession hollow me out again.
And then one slip of a girl tumbles into my snare, and I’m roaring my release into her body like a beast.
Addiction .
That word gnaws at me anew, reminds me that I’verun from itall my life. I’ve seen it destroy men, including half the locker room. They all had their poisons. Pills, booze, needles.
Today, I’m discovering mine may be worse. Because... fuck.
I think... I think mine is her .
I try to ease out of her, but her legs clamp tighter around me.
Christ .
My gut lurches, half pain, half pleasure. She doesn’t want to let go. And I don’t either.
I brace my hands against the blanket, drag in ragged breaths. “Fuck, Lily.” My voice cracks, raw.
Her eyes flutter open again. Dazed. Feral. Beautiful.
Something shifts inside me. No going back.
I ease out, tuck myself away, then scoop her up. She whimpers, but curls into my chest, boneless. My arms wrap tight, like if I let go, she’ll vanish.
I stride back to the cabin, my mind in chaos.
You’re falling.
Too fast.
Too hard.
And God help me, I don’t give a single shit.
Lily
The world’s a blur of pine shadows and moonlight.
His chest is a furnace under my cheek, and his heartbeat’s pounding wild. He carries me like I weigh less than one of his logs, and I probably do. Like I’m not a woman who tried to run twice, who pointed a gun at him, who sassed him at every turn.
He carries me like I’m precious.
My body’s wrecked, every nerve humming. I can still feel him—the thick, insane stretch of him, the way he held back most of his size but still split me apart.
And sweet heaven, what he did with his axe!
He swung that axe like it was a prop.
I’ve seen men show off like that before, larger than life in a ring, but never that close, never that real.
It was like he reached inside me, plucked the dirtiest fantasy even I didn’t know I was harboring, and dragged it kicking and pleasurably screaming into the sunlight.
It’s so hard to believe this time yesterday I didn’t know this man existed, and just a day later I’ve... I’ve...
God, I can’t even think about it.
My thighs ache. My pussy throbs. My lips are swollen. And my heart won’t stop racing.
He lays me on the bed, rough hands surprisingly careful, tucking the blanket around me. Then he sits in that damned chair again, his frame a dark silhouette against the firelight.
I can’t look away.
What just happened wasn’t sex. It wasn’t even punishment. It was something rawer, hungrier. A claim.
I should be terrified. And part of me is. He’s too big, too intense, too much. My ex told me I was fragile, useless, nothing without him.
But Bear doesn’t make me feel small.
He makes me feel wanted. Desired. Alive .
And that’s more terrifying than anything.
His gaze catches mine. Heavy and unblinking.
I whisper, “What happens now?”
His jaw clenches. For a long moment, silence stretches, thick as smoke.
Then his voice rumbles low, “Now, petal, you rest while I finish my chores.”
“Then what?” I push.
“Then we’ll see. You still need to heal from all the cuts you’ve sustained. But I might even show you my mountain if you behave and don’t prove more of a distraction than you’ve already been.”
Thecorner of his mouth twitches as he says that, as he tugs the blanket tighter. My eyelids droop, exhaustion dragging me under. But before I fall, I see it?—
The way he grips the arm of his chair like he’s holding himself back.
The way his chest heaves like he’s in pain. The way his eyes burn, feral and halfway to being obsessed, like I’m already his.
And for reasons I don’t dare admit, I want to be his addiction.
As if that isn’t the most insane thing ever?
I close my eyes, drifting. His chair creaks as he shifts, still watching.
Always watching.