Chapter 21 #2
“Fuck no,” he said. “Get your dick in me. I want to feel you every time I move tomorrow.”
I grabbed the lube bottle and slicked my cock, then lifted his leg and braced it over my thigh as I slid into the notch his body made for me.
I guided my cockhead to the furl of his hole and paused there, absorbing the sensations of the strong body submitting to mine.
Knight’s muscled thigh rested heavily over my slimmer leg.
His back arched before me, so broad and strong.
He could easily flip me over, dominate me, plunge deep and hard into my body.
Even in the aftermath of that fight, he was far stronger than me.
But he was lying here, trembling with anticipation, offering himself up to me.
“Angel,” he murmured, voice strained. “At the risk of being a brat…fucking fuck me already.”
I pushed in, heat and tightness enveloping me instantly. We both groaned as I tilted my hips, sliding inside him inch by inch. I stroked his outer thigh soothingly. “You good?”
“Good,” he murmured. “Keep going.”
I rocked my hips, retreating and thrusting, until I was balls-deep. “You’re tight.”
“Been a while,” he said.
“How long?”
“Uh…” He gave an embarrassed chuckle. “Eight years, give or take?”
I froze. “Eight…what?”
“Last time was my ex. He was one of the, uh, guys who…” He gestured toward his face.
Oh, fuck no. No, no, no.
“Knight,” I said, pained.
He craned his neck to look over his shoulder at me, expression vulnerable. “Call me Will? He never did.”
“Will,” I said softly. “You deserved better than that.”
His smile twisted. “Just fuck me good, okay? Replace every memory I have of him.”
My concerns about his bruised body receded beneath the anger that surged up, boiling over into lust.
I pulled back and thrust deep. “Forget him.” Thrust. “He wasn’t worthy of you.” Thrust. “He’s nothing.”
“Yes,” Knight rasped, between grunts and groans. “Fuck, Angel. So good.”
He fisted his cock, stroking as I fucked him. I brushed my right hand over his chest, pausing to tweak his nipple as I ground against his prostate.
His breath stuttered, and he tilted his ass to take me deeper. We fell into a rhythm, both of our hips rolling to meet in fiercer thrusts.
My whole existence narrowed down to the peak we were chasing. I wrapped my hand around Knight’s, urging him to stroke faster.
“I can’t hold out,” I gasped. “Gonna come.”
“Fuck, yeah. Come in my ass, Angel. Want your cum inside me.”
The king of dirty words had struck again.
My balls drew up, the building pressure suddenly snapping, and I cried out as electricity shot through me, my cock pulsing out its release.
Knight groaned, body tensing, and then his dick jerked in our hands. The hot wash of his orgasm coated my fingers.
I exhaled shakily against his neck. “God, Will. That was fucking amazing.”
He raised his arm to grasp the back of my neck and twisted toward me. I think he intended to kiss me, but he went rigid, smile sliding into a grimace of pain.
“Shit.” I carefully withdrew, eliciting a hiss of discomfort from him, and helped ease him onto his back. “Did I hurt you? I went too hard.”
He smiled up at me, grin loose and sloppy, lip oozing blood once more, though he didn’t seem to notice. “Angel, you gave me exactly what I wanted.”
“More pain?” I asked skeptically.
“Good pain,” he murmured, “is just another form of pleasure.”
I cocked my head, studying his expression, but he wasn’t kidding. As a doctor, I kind of got it. We had patients rate their pain so that we could get a measure of how they were healing. But in some cases, pain was a good indicator. In childbirth, for example, pain brought about life.
“As long as I only ever bring you good pain,” I murmured as I gently kissed the corner of his mouth.
“Mm. Agreed.” He nuzzled into my neck, breathing me in. “I feel very good right now.”
“You’re not sore?”
“Oh no, I’m sore everywhere,” he said with a chuckle. “But now it’s from being well-fucked. I’ll take that over an ass-kicking anytime.”
I propped myself on an elbow beside him and reached out to smooth his hair back. “What you said about your ex…”
“What about him?” he asked, voice turning bleak.
“He was really there?” I brushed my fingers over his jaw. “He hurt you?”
“Yeah. Him and two other guys.”
I gently turned his face toward me, anger flaring hot. “I know I’m a doctor, but I want to kill that asshole.”
His tight expression softened into a smile. “No, you don’t.”
“Oh, I really fucking do.”
He laughed a little. “Really? But you’re one of the good guys.”
“And so are you,” I said emphatically. “You deserve better, Knight. I mean, Will. Sorry. I slipped, but I’ll try to remember.”
“I like hearing you say my real name.”
“Will,” I repeated softly. “You deserve better.”
He looked almost sad as he reached out to cup my cheek. “I really want that to be true.”
“It is,” I insisted. “Listen to me. I’m a doctor.”
He snorted. “Do you think that argument works for everything?”
“Yes,” I said smugly. “Haven’t you ever heard of doctor’s orders?”
He laughed, eyes brightening with humor, just as I’d wanted. “Well, who am I to defy the doctor?”
“Exactly.” I rolled forward to brush a kiss against his cheek. “And right now, the doctor orders you to rest while I get a damp cloth and clean you up.”
“This is a full-service doctor’s appointment,” he murmured.
“It sure is.” I scooted out of the bed. “Don’t go anywhere.”
“Couldn’t move if I wanted to, Angel.”
I slipped into his bathroom and ran a washcloth under warm water. When I returned to the darkened bedroom, Knight’s eyes were closed.
“Knight?” I said softly. “Will?”
He made a soft, inquiring noise in his sleep. My heart melted as I stared at him in the bed, so big and intimidating—yet soft and sweet—and knew that I was royally screwed.
This was supposed to be casual. I was still leaving at the end of the year. I couldn’t afford to get serious about anyone right now. My career would take me far away.
But right now, I only wanted to hold him and never let go.