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A iva opened her front door to find Knox on the other side, and she wondered if there would ever be a time she looked at this man and didn’t think he was fine as hell. It didn’t matter what he wore; he was always attractive. They were going to a vineyard party, and he’d dressed accordingly, but she couldn’t help but take him in.
Her perusal of him was cut short when he leaned in and kissed her, speaking against her lips, “I’ll never get used to how beautiful you always are, how tempting.” Aiva smiled against his lips, giving him another kiss before pulling away. “These are for you,” he stated, handing her a dozen roses.
Aiva invited him in so she could put them in water. She was surprised that he’d brought her flowers; he’d done so for every date that he’d picked her up for. He’d even brought them to her office a few times just because. She couldn’t remember the last time someone she was dating got her flowers just because. Once the flowers were taken care of, Aiva grabbed her clutch and they left.
She’d been to the vineyard they were going to a couple of times before, but only with her sisters and never when they hosted a large event. An associate of Knox’s from his time in the NFL was hosting the party, and when he’d asked her to go, Aiva had almost declined since it would be a bunch of people she didn’t know, and she didn’t want to impose.
However, she figured he wouldn’t have asked her if it would have been, and there were already pictures of them floating around. So, it wasn’t like everyone there would be surprised that he brought someone with him who wasn’t Mia.
When they reached the vineyard, Knox helped her out of the car, and with her hand still in his, he led the way to the entrance. Aiva could tell from the number of cars that there were numerous people in attendance.
As they walked in, they were offered glasses of wine, and Aiva smiled in thanks at the server.
They hadn’t been there but a few minutes, weaving through people, when two men approached them.
“I see you upgraded nicely,” one man stated as soon as he stopped in front of them.
“I’m starting to think you were born without manners,” Knox countered.
“I’m not sure why we’re surprised by anything that comes out of his mouth,” the second man said.
“Shut up, kid,” the first countered.
“Baby, this is Coen; the one without manners is Wolfe. Guys, this is my girlfriend, Aiva.”
“It’s nice to meet you, Aiva,” Coen stated.
“You as well,” she responded, smiling at him.
“I was stating a fact. It should be taken as a compliment,” Wolfe stated, before his attention turned from Knox to her. “Pleasure.”
“Likewise,” Aiva responded, biting the inside of her cheek to keep from laughing at the snort Knox let out at Wolfe’s response. She was used to people with no filters. She had several siblings that suffered from the affliction.
“Where’s Ezra?” Knox asked.
“One of his clients had a shoot for a magazine today. He’ll be late if he makes it at all,” Coen responded.
Knox turned his attention to her. “Ezra is a sports agent. He was mine when I played. Coen is his little brother and a contract negotiator, and Rudeness is a sports analyst.”
Aiva bit her bottom lip to keep from laughing as her boyfriend threw a smirk at Wolfe, who responded by flipping him off. She could tell from their small interaction that the three were close, and she assumed Ezra counted among their group since Knox asked about him.
“You’re a divorce lawyer, correct?” Coen asked.
Aiva shook her head. “I’m a family lawyer. While sixty percent of my clients are going through a divorce, I also handle child support cases, adoptions, custody issues, etcetera.”
“I guess we should thank you for getting rid of that harpy,” Wolfe stated, drinking his wine. “Speaking of the worst decision of your life,” he noted a few seconds later, eyes on Knox. “She’s here.”
Aiva wasn’t surprised by the groan her boyfriend released. When she’d spoken to him the evening after Mia popped up at her office, she’d learned that the other woman had gone by his condo first to confront him. When she didn’t get the response she was looking for from him, she visited Aiva.
“There are a lot of people here. Maybe she won’t see you,” Coen offered.
“I doubt she won’t. She has some sort of sixth sense that allows her to find people she wants to make miserable with little effort,” Wolfe responded, and even if he hadn’t all but shown Mia wasn’t his favorite person with his earlier statement, she knew for sure then he was not a fan.
“Did she come with someone?” Knox asked, and Aiva couldn’t place his tone of voice.
“Does it matter if she did?” she questioned before she could stop herself.
She could feel his eyes on her but didn’t look at him. “No, baby. It doesn’t.”
Aiva took a drink of her wine, so she didn’t have to respond because she wasn’t even sure why she’d asked. Maybe she felt like his tone was a mixture of curiosity and irritation, and the thought of him being those things because his ex-wife had shown up at a party with someone else irked her.
However, after the question left her lips, she realized he could have been curious to know who she was hoping to trap next and irritated that she’d called them out on something she was also doing. Aiva made a mental note to apologize to him.
Knox placed his hand on her back and rubbed it as she tuned back into the conversation the three men were having, which had now shifted to some potential recruit that everyone had their eye on, but that Wolfe was positive would underperform and be let go within a few years of signing if he received an offer.
They separated from the two after a while, with Knox informing Coen to keep Wolfe out of trouble, which was met with a statement of how impossible that was.
“I’m sorry for getting snappy when you asked about Mia,” she said once they were away from the other two.
“You don’t need to apologize, baby. I get how it could have sounded, but the last thing I’m worried about is Mia.”
“I know,” Aiva responded, and she did. Knox kissed her temple, and they continued through the crowd.
They mingled for the next couple of hours, and he introduced her to more people. Aiva knew she wouldn’t see most of them again or remember most of their names. Knox was asked for a picture a few times, and Aiva volunteered to take them.
They were off to the side alone, Aiva eating a few finger foods when she saw Mia coming their way. She refrained from rolling her eyes because despite hoping Coen was right and they wouldn’t see her; Aiva knew Wolfe was probably correct, and she’d make her presence known at some point.
“Funny seeing the two of you here,” Mia stated, and Aiva could hear the irritation in her voice.
“Not really,” she responded. “I was sure someone would take more pictures if we came, and you’d have more to add to your collection. You’re keeping up with them, right?” Aiva inquired before popping a grape into her mouth.
Knox wrapped an arm around Aiva. “What do you want, Mia?”
“I need to talk to you.”
“Is it about Yas?” Knox asked.
“No, it’s—”
“Then you don’t need to speak with him,” Aiva cut her off, popping another grape into her mouth.
“I wasn’t talking to you, and you don’t get to dictate what I talk to my husband about.”
“But I’m talking to you, and I just did. I’m also starting to think you’re doing that shit on purpose,” Aiva stated, putting down the small plate she held. “Saying and pretending he’s still your husband will not make it true. If you need to talk to him about Yas, I won’t stand in your way, but outside of that, you don’t have a reason to talk to my man.”
Mia scoffed. “You may have him today—”
“And I’ll have him tomorrow, next week, next month, and until I don’t want him anymore. Even if that happens, you still won’t get him back. Now, do you need to speak to my man about your daughter? You know, the person who should be your top priority. Because if not, you can go find whoever you came with and stop trying to figure out how to mend an unfixable mess you made.”
“You sound confident now, but you’re not always with him,” Mia told her with a smirk.
“That’s enough, Mia,” Knox stated.
“No,” Aiva started. “Let her continue.”
“I know exactly what he likes, exactly what he needs. It’s the reason I got him in the first place. So, if I really wanted to, I could get him back.”
“You poor girl,” Aiva started with a smile. “You’re so confused about what you want, you don’t know which way is up. Do you want him back because you want him? Do you want him back because you want his money? Or do you want him back because you want his dick? You don’t even know at this point.
Let me help you out. You can’t have him because he’s mine. I don’t care about his money; I have my own, and you can’t have his dick because, ding ding ding, it’s mine. I own it.”
Even though they hadn’t slept together yet, Aiva was confident in her statement, and if she hadn’t been, there was no way she would allow Mia to see it.
“The best part is that I didn’t even have to open my legs to make it happen. So, no, you can’t have him back because I don’t see him taking that downgrade.”
Mia opened and closed her mouth at a loss for words, and she truly resembled a fish. Aiva stepped away from Knox and closed the distance between her and Mia.
“Chess, remember, sweetie?” she whispered in the other woman’s ear. “Checkmate.”
Aiva took a step back to take in the look on Mia’s face, but it was short-lived as Knox grabbed her hand and pulled her away. She didn’t say a word as he led her out of the vineyard, her eyes on his back the entire time.
When they reached the car, he pulled her around to stand before him, and Aiva looked up. She was going to say something, anything, but any potential words flew from her mind as his lips crashed down on hers. She’d initially thought he was pulling her away from the scene because she’d overstepped, and he was upset, but no. He’d pulled her away because he was turned on.
One of his hands slipped under her sundress, and she felt his finger ghost over the apex of her thighs, over her panties. His other hand placed hers on the growing bulge in his pants, and Aiva gasped into the kiss.
“You own it, huh?” he questioned against her lips, nipping her lower one. “Prove it.” He added more pressure, pushed against her clit, and she released a soft moan.
In response, Aiva squeezed him over his pants, and he ran his tongue over her lower lip. “Then take me home.”
He gave her another kiss before pulling away and helping her into the car. There was an ache between Aiva’s legs, and she knew there was only one way to take care of it.
T he tension in the car had been thick, and it followed them into Aiva’s bedroom. It swirled around them like a tangible being, a taste that Knox could damn near feel on his tongue as he licked his lips, taking her in. She shifted under his gaze as his eyes roamed her body, gaze searing as if he could see through the offending articles of clothing that covered her. He stopped her when her hands went to the back of her neck to untie the dress.
“Don’t,” he stated. The gasp it pulled from her was warranted, because Knox damn near didn’t recognize his own voice. It had deepened with his arousal and was thick with his desire. “I want to unwrap my gift.”
He eliminated the distance between them, running his hands up her arms to her shoulders. Knox cupped the sides of her neck and leaned down to speak against her lips.
“I’m going to need you to be patient with me, baby. I can’t guarantee that I won’t try to take all night, but I also can’t guarantee I won’t be a little rougher than I mean to.”
Aiva’s breath hitched, and Knox sealed his lips to hers, attempting to steal the rest of the oxygen from her lungs. His kiss contradicted his request. There was no patience in how he kissed her, the way he drank her in. But he hadn’t said he would be patient, which was why he needed her to be. He pulled at the tie on the back of her dress, and when it was loose, he broke the kiss.
Knox stepped back, pulling the top of the dress down like wrapping paper to reveal those gorgeous, supple breasts. She’d bypassed a bra, and he groaned deep in his throat at the site. Those perfect penny-colored mounds with dark, umber nipples. He continued to push the dress down the rest of her body, and with each bit of flesh he revealed, Knox became harder than he already was. His dick strained against the front of his pants, wanting freedom. He wouldn’t have been surprised if it ripped through his pants at that moment.
The dress had barely pooled at her feet before Knox hoisted her up, hands gripping her luscious ass as he took her left nipple between his lips. Aiva released a little gasp, one of her hands going to his shoulder, the other twining in his hair. He tasted the flesh of her nipple, rolling the bud over his tongue and drawing another moan from her.
He laid her on the bed as he sucked that pert nipple, one hand moving to take the weight of the other breast, brushing his thumb over the bud, stimulating both. A tweak of her nipple had her giving him an enticing moan. A bite to the other had her gasping for him, arching into his touch and mouth and pulling him closer.
Knox swirled his tongue around her nipple before taking the other between his lips to give it some much-deserved attention. He snaked a hand between them, slipping it into her panties. He ran his middle finger along her folds to find her wet, and he used it as he circled her clit slowly. His touch was light at first, barely there, then added more pressure after a moment. Her soft moans spread through the room, but Knox wanted more.
His hand dipped lower, middle finger sliding into the warmth of her pussy as he pressed his thumb against her clit. He moved his finger in and out of her but grew tired of the restriction the fabric put on him.
Removing his hand from her panties, Knox grabbed the side of them and pulled taunt, and a ripping of lace, along with Aiva’s gasp, could be heard throughout the room. He yanked the torn fabric off her and tossed them aside. He slid two fingers back inside of her as he freed her nipple from his mouth.
Knox nipped at her neck. “You’re so wet for me already,” he stated, curling his fingers inside her. “So warm around my fingers. I can’t wait to see how you’ll feel around my tongue, my dick.”
“Fuck, Knox,” she moaned, and it caused him to groan against her neck.
“You want that, gorgeous? You want to feel your pussy wrapped around my tongue, around my dick? You want to cum on both of them for me?”
“Yes, baby, yes. I do,” she breathed.
He could feel her walls tightening around his fingers as she moved with him and knew she was close to cumming. Close to drenching his fingers in her savory honey.
“Then I need you to cum on my fingers first,” he told her.
It was as if his words had been what she needed as she moaned deep in her throat and came over his fingers. Knox continued to work them in her, fucking her with them through her orgasm until her hips stopped moving.
He removed his fingers, tracing them over her lips before leaning down and outlining his tongue over them. His eyes locked with hers when he pulled away and sucked his fingers into his mouth, a moan leaving him as the full taste of her hit his tongue. Knox knew he was in trouble. He knew that after this taste, this night, he wouldn’t be able to go long without her on his tongue.
He removed his shirt and threw it haphazardly to the side before kissing the hollow of her neck down the valley of her breast. He trailed his lips down her abdomen, and when he got to the target of his journey, he wasted no time throwing one of her legs over his shoulder and diving in tongue first.
The taste of her bloomed over his tongue, coated it as he plunged it as deep as he could get inside of her, and the moan she released for him spurred him to push further, even though he knew he couldn’t. Face pressed between her thighs, breathing her in as he tasted her nectar. Knox could suffocate happily between her legs.
He flicked his tongue inside of her, tasting everything she had to give him, trying to touch the deepest regions of her pussy with just his tongue. Working it over every part he could touch. Memorizing every detail with his tongue as he devoured her sweet treat.
“Fuck, baby. Yes!” Aiva exclaimed as she gripped his hair, pulled him in more as she gyrated her hips, used his tongue for her pleasure, and he was in fucking paradise.
It had been far too long since he’d had sex. Since he’d gotten to indulge in his favorite part of it. Knox was a giver of pleasure when it came to foreplay, when he was feasting on a pussy so delicious he didn’t want to ever pull his tongue, his lips away. But he needed to be because when he was balls deep, he took until they had nothing else to give him, and then he took some more.
It was one reason he’d asked her to be patient with him. He knew he wouldn’t be able to control himself, and if she allowed him to, he would be between her legs in some capacity until the early hours of the morning.
Her movements lost rhythm, and Knox felt her walls convulse around his tongue, squeeze it as if her pussy was attempting to pull it from his mouth. Aiva’s hand tightened in his hair.
“Yes, yes. I’m cumming!” she announced, a loud moan filling the room, and she gushed for him. She rained down on his tongue as she ground against his tongue, lips, nose, and chin.
Knox took everything she gave him, circled his tongue inside her to coax out more, and when she released hitched breaths, and her legs shook, he pulled his tongue from her pussy and gave her slow, long licks from opening to clit.
She released little mewls and keens for him. He knew she was coming down from her orgasm and was still sensitive, but he wouldn’t stop. He wanted her to cum again from his tongue.
His tongue circled her clit before he pulled it between his lips and sucked, enjoying the sweet sounds of her moans. Her responsiveness spurred him on. The way she voiced her pleasure served as motivation to pull more of those delicious sounds from her while he indulged in her divinity.
Knox reached up and caressed her breasts, the ample mounds soft under his touch. He’d made her cum with his fingers, his tongue in her pussy, and now he wanted her to cum from his lips around her clit, his tongue working it over until she released again for him.
He sucked her clit, releasing it now and then to swirl his tongue around it, bite it, and then suck away the sting. The pressure of the ministrations on her clit varied, and while he wanted her to cum again for him, he didn’t want her to give it to him too quickly.
As he pleasured her clit, Knox removed the rest of his clothes, and the relief his dick felt when it was free of all constraints couldn’t be described. He was impossibly hard. His dick throbbed with need, and he grabbed the base. It wouldn’t be an exaggeration to say he could cum from eating her pussy with just a few strokes of his dick.
It made him wonder how the hell he was going to hold out when he slipped between her thighs. If he came too fast, he would be pissed at himself, but it wasn’t like he’d be able to help it if it happened. If it did, he could always dine on her scrumptious pussy.
More of Aiva’s moans filled the room, and Knox could tell that she was close to cumming again for him. Her hips took on a jerky cadence as she moved them, and a minute later, right as she came, he bit down on her clit.
“Fuck!”
He released her clit, wiping his hand over his face as he moved up the bed. Knox kissed her, slipping his tongue into her mouth and sharing her addictive delicacy with her. The kiss was an exploration of tongues: a tasting, a push and pull of mutual devouring.
“You see how good you taste, baby?” he asked, ghosting his hand along her waist. “I’m already addicted to it,” he finished, hand flitting over her hip, and she gave him a soft whimper. “So fucking responsive, and I haven’t even slid between your thighs yet.”
“Knox,” she whined as he feathered his touch over her clit, and he chuckled against her lips.
“Play with your pussy for me. Show me how you make yourself cum.”
He moved back, giving her room to do as he requested, and watched with rapt attention as her hand snaked between her legs and she circled her clit with two fingers. He watched her every movement, the way those delicate fingers worked that pretty pussy, even while he removed the wedges she still wore, while he took his wallet from his discarded pants and removed the two condoms inside.
Knox rolled one down onto his dick as she watched him, her moans filtering from her lips and settling straight at the base of his dick. She bit her bottom lips as her eyelids fluttered, and the motion of her hand increased.
“Baby,” she breathed.
“I know, gorgeous. Cum for me.”
And she did just that. She came with a sultry moan, and she was nowhere near down from her high when Knox slid between her legs and pushed in until he bottomed out, until he was nine inches deep, and attempting to push any further would have him damn near in her stomach as impossible as it was.
“You’re always beautiful, baby, but you’re so fucking pretty when you cum for me.”
Aiva whimpered at the praise, pussy clenching twice around his dick as she leaned up and caught his lips with hers. He pulled almost entirely out, snapped his hips, and drove back in hard, burying himself just as deep as before.
“Shit!” she exclaimed as she tore her lips from his.
Knox retreated, fucking into her with the same hard thrust again. The sound of her stuttered moan, his deep groan, and the slapping of skin mingled in the room. Her eyes fluttered closed, and his following three thrusts matched the previous ones. He pulled a deeper moan from her as she pinched one of her nipples.
“Look at me, Aiva,” he demanded, and when her eyes opened, the unmitigated arousal that sat in them was hypnotic. “Can I take what I want?” He watched her swallow before she nodded slowly. “Yeah? I can take this tight little pussy anyway I want to. You’ll let me as long as I make you feel good, right? As long as I make you cum?” Her pussy convulsed around his dick as she nodded again. “Say it,” he commanded.
“Yes, baby. You can.”
Knox sat up between her legs, gripped her hips, and lifted her lower half off the bed before jutting his hips and fucking her deep. His pace was faster than previous, but his thrusts held the same intensity and sank deep into her. His grip on her hips was bruising, and he’d have to apologize when it was all said and done.
She received each of his thrusts with a moan or an expletive that fell from her lips. When her legs shook with an impending orgasm, he fucked her harder, and she took it while he took his pleasure from her warm depths.
“Knox!”
His name bounced off the walls as she came, clamping down on his dick, and he pushed in, holding himself there.
“That’s it, baby. Giving me exactly what I want. You’ll give me another one, won’t you, gorgeous?” He pulled out, hips snapping and pushing back in to draw a gasped moan from her. “You will, right?”
“Fuck, yes. Yes, I will.”
“Mm, such a good girl.”
Knox pulled out and rolled her over, pulling her lower half up. As soon as he had her in position, he pushed in. Fucked her like he’d never be able to again, like he hated the ground she walked on, and she took every thrust, every second of his dick retreating and entering. Fucking into her with thrusts on the right side of the pleasure and pain line.
“You’re taking me so well,” he praised, and her responding noise stroked his ego, and in return, he attempted to stroke deeper. “Being so fucking good for me.”
He smacked her ass, and she arched her back even more. The sound echoed through the room, an overlay to the sounds already competing. Knox gripped those ass cheeks, fingers digging into the flesh as he leaned back to hit a different angle. He watched his dick as he fucked her; her cream covering the condom.
When he felt his balls tighten, his first instinct was to pull out and hold off because this was what he didn’t want to happen. He’d barely been in her fifteen minutes, and already he was about to come. But he didn’t pull out. If he got the first one out of the way, he had the rest of the night to fuck her, take what he wanted from her, and worship her pussy with his tongue.
He reached around and massaged her clit, wanting her to cum again, to cum with him. He didn’t have to wait long; her release rising in tandem with his, and when she came for him, his name tumbling from her lips, Knox felt it. The snapping of latex on his last thrust as he buried himself impossibly deep and came.
“Fuck,” he groaned. She’d clamped down on him so tightly that the thought of pulling out was nonexistent. He laid his head on her back as they descended from their high. “I’m sorry, baby.”
“Why?” Confusion laced the word.
“The condom broke,” he answered, slowly pulling out.
Aiva sat up and turned to look at him. “I’m on birth control, but you can buy me a Plan B in the morning.”
Knox kissed her. “Deal.”
He removed the broken condom and threw it away in the bathroom, took one of the towels off the shelf, and ran it under warm water. He would clean her up, hydrate her, and then she would quench his thirst.