Chapter 16
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I walk back into the bedroom, the robe slipping from my shoulders and pooling around my feet as I grab a pair of black panties before the matching night gown that reaches the middle of my thighs. My hair is pinned up on the top of my head.
My body limber from both the shower and the hour of yoga I did on my balcony, I walk back into the kitchen to grab a tea.
I’ve spent the day trying to shake off the effects from last night and the memories that resurfaced.
As I turn the kettle on, I hear a knock at my door.
I walk over and I make the mistake of not looking in the peephole before opening it.
Pulling the door open, I see Knox standing there, holding a tray of coffee in his hand. “Hey,” he says with a smile.
“What are you doing here?” I ask him and he looks down at the drinks and then up again at me. I want to say he has no effect on me, but I would be lying.
He doesn’t wait for me to invite him in, instead he walks by me and I close the door behind him.
His musky scent makes certain parts of me tingle.
Fine, I admit I find him sexy, but I also hate everything else about him, except his dick and his fingers.
“Seriously,” I start as he walks into my apartment, “you can’t just show up here. ”
“I came to talk to you.” I roll my eyes as he looks around the place and then walks over to the couch.
He puts the tray down in the middle of the coffee table.
“I came to say I’m sorry,” he states, and I walk to the couch.
Even though he’s wearing jeans and a T-shirt, all I can do is picture him naked.
I scoff at him. “Yeah right. You came here to fuck,” I cut to the chase.
He doesn’t say anything. He doesn’t have to, his eyes say it all, the way he looks me up and down and then bites his lower lip.
I see the bulge in his pants start to get bigger.
“You sent me those texts,” I point out, “and I didn’t engage, so you decided to show up at my door. ”
“Does it matter?” he asks me, and I close my eyes. “I came to say, I’m sorry about what I said to you yesterday. I shouldn’t have said what I said, that was uncalled for.”
I fold my arms over my chest. “So you didn’t come here with the intention to fuck me?”
I wait for him to say something. “I—” he starts to say. “Does it matter?” he asks me.
I walk to him, his hands immediately shooting out to grab my hips and pull me toward him. “No,” I answer him honestly, “as long as you know this is nothing but sex.”
He licks his lips. “Trust me, Kylie,” he says, the hand holding my hip goes to my ass, “the last thing I want is a relationship.”
“That will never happen.” I put my hand on the front of his shirt. He bends his head and kisses me, my mouth opening to his tongue. He turns me and pushes me down on the couch.
Our mouths let go of each other, but only for him to pull the elastic out of my hair and then bury his hands into it.
“That’s better,” he says before he kisses me again, getting to his knees in between my open legs.
His hands rub up and down my bare legs, our tongues fighting with each other.
He lets go of my mouth to kiss down the side of my neck, sucking me in.
He pulls me to the edge of the couch as we devour each other, as if I haven’t tasted him in years.
I grip the ends of his shirt, pulling it up over his head, before kissing him again.
He moves me back, kissing down my chest, gripping my breast in his hand before pulling the bottom of the nightie up.
My hips lift so he can get it up, leaving me in the black panties.
His hand comes up to rub over my slit and then circle my clit before his mouth comes back to mine.
Moving his hands to push the straps off my shoulders, he stares, taking in my chest with the lace bunched around my waist.
“Thought about this—” He bends his head to take a nipple into his mouth as I lean back on my hands.
“All fucking day long.” He moves over to the other nipple as I watch him and his mouth moves back to mine.
My tongue slides into his mouth as I sit up, one of his hands reaching around my back and the other in my hair as we are chest to chest. “Got to taste you,” he mumbles.
He pushes me back and then grabs both tits in his hands, going from one nipple to the next before trailing his tongue down and then pushing the nightie up so he can kiss my stomach.
He pushes my legs open even more, his teeth biting down on my panties and moving them to the side.
It’s the hottest thing I think I’ve ever seen.
He holds the panties to the side with one hand, while his other holds my leg open and he sucks my clit into his mouth.
My hand goes to his head as he licks me.
I use my fingers to play with my nipple as his tongue slides into me.
He looks up at me. “Sweetest thing I’ve ever fucking tasted.
” He rubs his middle finger down my slit and slips it in.
His mouth goes to my clit as he slides another finger in.
“Knox,” I murmur as he runs his fingers up to my G-spot.
“Sexiest thing I’ve heard,” he praises, his finger picking up pace as he finger fucks me, “you moaning out my name. Hear it in my fucking dreams.” He presses on my G-spot.
“You going to come on my fingers?” I don’t know if he’s asking me or he’s telling me.
I just nod my head. “Feel you getting wetter.” His eyes stare into mine and I use my hands to roll my own nipples.
“Then I’m going to fuck you like I want to fuck you. ”
“Yes,” I say breathlessly, and just like he says he’s going to do, he makes me come with his fingers.
“Dripping down my hand, down to my wrist.” I arch my back as I contract around his hand.
He fingers me until the end of my orgasm before he grabs my panties and tries to take them off, but they rip in his clumsy hands.
I sit up as he kisses me, sucking his tongue into my mouth, tasting me on him.
My hand moves to his pants, and I unbutton them and then move the zipper down.
Pushing his pants over his hips, I grip his cock in my hand while his hand goes to my hair, tightening his hold as I jerk him in my hand.
His cock is smooth and hot, and I let go of his mouth.
“Stand up and fuck my mouth,” I urge him and he wastes no time jumping to his feet, standing in front of me.
His cock is at the perfect height for my mouth.
My tongue comes out to lick up his shaft before sucking the tip into my mouth.
Flicking the head of his cock before taking it back between my lips, I feel his hand go to the back of my head as he moves his hips slowly to fill my mouth with his cock.
He hits the back of my throat with half his cock, making me gag.
“You can take it,” he demands, moving a bit faster.
“Open up that throat for me.” I look up at him, his blue eyes piercing into mine.
“Nothing prettier than you with my cock in your mouth.” My hands move in between my legs as I slide a finger in me.
“You need my cock in you, don’t you?” I nod my head up and down as he reaches around and grabs his wallet from his pants.
“Going to let go of my cock so I can fuck you?” I slide his cock out of my mouth, releasing it with a pop, as I lie back and watch him take the condom out of his wallet, my finger moving in and out of me.
“Keeping yourself wet and ready for me?” He watches me, his eyes greedily scanning my body, watching me play with myself. “Tell me what you want.”
“I want you to slide your cock in me and fuck me.” I move my hand faster. “Then I want to ride you.” I arch my back. “And I want you to bend me over and fuck me like it’s the last time you are going to fuck me.”
“Move your hand,” he growls between clenched teeth, and I do what I’m told.
He rubs his cock up and down my slit. “Watch your pussy take my cock.” I look down as he slides into me, my eyes entranced by the way I spread around him.
“You like this?” he asks me, moving his cock in and out of me.
I lean back onto the couch, his hand moving between us, his thumb playing with my clit.
All I can do is nod and moan. “When I play with your clit, your pussy gets even tighter.”
“Faster,” I urge him as he leans forward and slides his tongue into my mouth.
He stops fucking me, planting himself all the way in me.
“Put your legs around my shoulders.” I move my legs from his hips to over his shoulders.
When he pulls out and then slams back in, I swear I feel him so deep in me that I see stars.
My hands go to his as he pounds into me.
It’s not slow like the last time. This time he is fucking me because he needs to fuck me.
“You’re going to come,” he demands and I moan out his name.
My legs fall from around his shoulders. “Play with your clit,” he tells me, and my hand moves in between us as I move it side to side, his hand gripping my tits as he fucks me harder.
“There you go,” he tells me as I come, my eyes closing as he pushes me over the edge.
His hand helps mine rub my clit. “There you go, Kylie,” he says as I squeeze him tighter.
He bends to take a nipple into his mouth, my body feeling limp as he slowly fucks me now.
“It’s my turn,” I say as he pulls out of me, his cock still rock-hard. I stand up and hold onto him as I get my feet under me. “Sit,” I direct him and he does what I say.
He leans back on the couch, and I move between his legs. “Turn around,” he tells me and I do, “and bend over.” I reach over to put my hands on the coffee table. He grabs my ass and I feel his tongue slide into my pussy. “I would eat this pussy all day long if I could.”
I move my ass back into his lap, he positions his cock at my entrance as I slide onto him, holding onto his knees.
His hands come up to hold my tits, rolling my nipples as I move up and down.
He wraps his arm around my waist, twisting me to the side so he can kiss me.
My leg comes up onto the couch and he moves his other hand down to strum my clit as I ride him.
His hips coming up and down to meet my thrusts.
“Good God,” I mutter, my head thrown back on his shoulder as I move and turn around to straddle him.
“I don’t think I’ve ever wanted a cock this bad in my life,” I admit to him, holding him in my hand and sliding down on him as he sucks my nipple into his mouth.
“Good to know. I’ve never wanted to fuck someone as much as I want to fuck you.
” He grips my ass in his hands as I move up and down his cock.
“Dream of fucking you. Wake up with my cock so hard, and all I want is to slide into you.” I close my eyes, and I let go of another orgasm.
“Fuck, Kylie,” he hisses my name, grabbing my hips and pulling me up and down on him faster and faster.
When I’m at the end of my orgasm, he slams me down so hard on him I come again, but this time he comes with me.
“Fuck,” is the last thing he says before I feel him twitch inside of me.
“Sex with you just might kill me,” he declares, and I hold his face in my hand and I smile.
“Not a bad way to die.” I chuckle as he pulls me down to kiss me.