Chapter 25 – Knox
twenty-five
Knox
I kiss Nora goodbye and then turn to hug Westley and Vincent. “Mom will pick you up,” I tell them. “It’s her week.” They nod. “I’ll see you Friday since I’m gone next week for two days.”
“Okay,” Vincent replies, turning and rushing into the schoolyard to join his friends. Westley is right behind him.
Nora then follows them, waving her hand side to side, yelling, “Bye, Daddy!”
I wait for the bell to ring before walking back to the SUV, getting in and calling Kylie. I smile when she picks up the phone after the third ring. “What is it with you and calling?”
I bark out with laughter. “Good morning to you too.”
“Yeah, yeah,” she says as I pull out of the school parking lot, “good morning.”
It’s been two days since she ate dinner at my house. Yesterday we went back and forth with a couple of texts, and then I called her when the kids went to bed. “What are you doing?”
“I’m getting ready to head into the Oval Office and meet with the President.” I smirk at her snark.
“Does that mean you can’t come over?”
“It’s eight o’clock in the morning,” she observes.
“I’m leaving tonight after the game, and back the day after.”
“I know, you forget my brother is on the team. He keeps me informed of when he’s leaving. Mostly because he wants me to know Lexi is on her own.”
“That’s nice of him,” I say, pulling up to my house. “So you can’t come over?”
“Now?”
“Yeah, you can help me pack,” I suggest, even though it’s a lame fucking reason when the real reason I want her to come over is so I can spend time with her and finally get her naked.
We made out on my couch two days ago, but she refused to go further with the kids in the house.
Something that left us both on edge, so on edge I ended up jerking off as soon as she left.
“It’s one night.” She chuckles. “How much do you have to pack?”
I pull up to my house. “Just got home.”
“Ugh, fine,” she huffs out. “I’ll go to work late.”
“See you soon.” I hang up the phone and rush into the house, cleaning up the breakfast plates and the kitchen before she gets here.
I slam the dishwasher closed when the doorbell rings.
I smile as I walk to it, seeing her outside the front door.
I open the door and my mouth waters. “Hey,” she says, stepping in.
My eyes go from her sky-high nude heels, over her naked legs, to her brown suede miniskirt that has a zipper on one side and a zipper on the other side across her hip.
A long-sleeve white knitted V-neck shirt is tucked in, falling over the swell of her tits.
“Hey,” I greet as I shut the door. I should take it slow, but I don’t, I kiss her the way I’ve been thinking of kissing her since she left.
My tongue slides into her mouth as her hands go to my waist. “You go to work dressed like that all the time?” I ask her when I step away from her and she smirks.
“You mean wearing clothes?” She laughs. “Yeah, usually. It’s pretty frowned upon walking around in public naked.”
“If it makes you feel better,” I kiss her neck, “you can get naked right now and walk up to my bedroom.” She pushes me away from her. “It was just a thought.”
“I will take that into consideration,” she retorts. “Now, don’t you have to pack?”
“I do.” I slip my hand in hers. “Leave the shoes on,” I tell her and she kicks them off to spite me.
I walk to the steps, my heart speeding up as she follows me up, her fingers holding onto mine. I walk into the bedroom and she lets go of my hand. “So this is where the magic happens.” She takes a step in and sees the king-size bed in the middle of the room against the wall facing the bathroom.
“I can tell you right now,” I state, “there has been no magic that has ever happened in this room since I’ve lived here.”
Her mouth opens. “You’ve never had sex in the house?”
I shake my head. “I’ve had a couple one-night stands, just not in this house. I wasn’t going to bring some random woman to my house where my kids live. What if she went all Fatal Attraction and I came in and she was boiling a bunny?”
“They always blame the woman who was boiling the bunny, but what about the man who had an affair with said woman?”
“I’m not blaming anyone, I’m just saying this is a one-night stand free zone.” I smile at her. “Besides, we’re friends so it’s okay for you to know where I live.”
“Obviously.” She chuckles as she walks to the edge of the bed. The covers are all over the place. “So he doesn’t make his bed in the morning.”
“Never. Unless the housekeeper does it when she is here. It stays pretty much like that. I usually just fix the covers right before I slide into bed.”
“But how good does it feel when you slide into the bed when it’s done?”
“It feels the same,” I reply and she gasps and puts a hand to her chest.
“You are lying,” she accuses. “There is nothing, and I repeat nothing, as good as slipping into bed on clean fresh sheets.”
“I’ve never—” She comes to me and puts her fingers on my lips.
“Don’t say another word. I don’t think I could even look at you the same way if you shit on fresh sheets.”
I kiss her fingers. “I won’t say a word. Now let’s go get me packed so we can—”
“So we can?” she says with a smile. “So we can what?”
I shake my head and walk into the bathroom and head to the walk-in closet, with her right on my heels. “You need to finish that sentence,” she says as I grab my bag.
“Come on.” I look over my shoulder at her and she has her arms folded over her chest, pushing her tits up. “So we can make out in my bed,” I tell her as she walks around the closet, touching my clothes.
“So you invited me over here to help you pack and then to have sex with you?” she asks me as I grab the bag.
“I mean, we don’t have to do it in that order. We could have sex and then pack.”
She shakes her head. “Who says we’re going to have sex at all?” She cocks her hip to the side.
I walk to her and my hand comes up and she is probably expecting me to put it around her neck, but instead my thumb rubs over her nipple. “I was hoping,” her eyes close for a second, “that I could persuade you.”
“I’m listening,” she says as I pull the shirt out of her skirt and toss it to the side, leaving her in her lace bra.
I bend my head, taking a nipple into my mouth.
“That sounds good,” she says as my hand goes to the zipper by her leg and I pull it all the way down, and the skirt falls with the shirt.
She reaches around to her back, unclips her bra, and it drops to the floor.
“Fine,” she relents, “I’ll have sex with you.
” I smile as she grips her panties at the side and pulls them down before stepping out of them.
“So now that you have me here and I’m naked, what are you going to do with me?
” She bites her lower lip, and I pick her up, carrying her to the bed.
The sound of her laughter fills the air.
I sit at the edge of the bed as she straddles me, rubbing her pussy up and down my covered cock, our mouths frantically moving.
I let go of her mouth, grabbing both tits in my hands before sucking one of them, then the other.
Her hand goes to my shirt, pulling it off me.
“Yes,” she says once she tosses it to the side.
She pushes me down and her hand goes to my cock as she strokes it.
“Can you just get naked?” she pleads and I lift my hips to take off my track pants, tossing them to the side.
She bends and kisses my abs while her hand goes back to my cock and I groan.
“Did you miss this?” She looks up at me as her lips work her way down to my cock.
She takes it in her mouth, her eyes on me, as my head comes up off the bed to watch her swallow me.
“I missed it more than you think,” I grit between clenched teeth, gripping her hair in my hand as she bobs over my length and tries to take it deeper. She lets go of it as she licks up my shaft. “Come here,” I tell her. “Sit on my face.” She smirks.
“He remembered,” she declares, coming over to me, moving on her knees.
“When it comes to you, Kylie…” I grab her hips and pull her to me.
She straddles my chest. “I remember everything. Let me taste that pussy first.” I move her so her pussy is right in front of my face before I devour her.
Her hips buck. “Okay, turn,” I instruct and watch her move away from me and turn.
She gets on her hands and knees, her pussy glistening with my tongue and her wetness.
I lift my head to slide my tongue into her at the same time she takes my cock into her mouth.
Fuck, she was right. I slap her ass as she gags on my cock. “Knox.” She lets go of my cock to say my name. “I need—”
“Tell me how many times you make yourself come thinking of me.” I slide two fingers into her and she groans and stops sucking my cock. “How many times, Kylie?” I slap her ass.
“Five,” she moans, moving her hips. “Twice on Sunday when I got home.” My fingers move faster in her.
“Once when I got home yesterday in the shower.” She trembles on top of me.
“Two more times before I went to bed.” She trails off and stops talking because she’s coming on my hand. “It wasn’t enough.”
“What did you need?” I ask her. She doesn’t answer so I slap her ass again, this time harder.
“Your cock,” she admits and I throw her off me. She lands on her back and I reach over to the bedside table, moving all the things out of the drawer to get the condoms I hid at the bottom, away from the kids.
“Show me,” I tell her, tearing open the condom. “Spread your legs and show me.” I watch her open her legs and slide two fingers into herself. “You picture me?” I ask her as I sheathe my cock and she nods her head, moving her fingers out of her and circling over her.
“Every time I wished it was you,” she confesses to me on a moan, as I bend and push her legs back and my mouth slams down on her pussy.
I suck her lips into my mouth before biting her clit as she whispers, “Knox.” She gasps as the bite gets harder, she holds her legs back around her ankles, watching me.
I let go of her, pushing her legs back, holding her under her knees, opening her for me.
“You want my cock?” I ask her and she nods.
“Put it in.” She reaches between us to place me at her entrance as I slide into her.
Slowly I pull out of her then slide back in.
I fuck her slow and steady, her hand in between us as she rubs her clit frantically.
“Greedy.” I push her legs wider onto the bed.
“I feel so full,” she pants out. “I need it, harder.”
“If my baby needs it,” I pull out, slamming into her, “she’s going to get it.”
“Fuck me, Knox. Fuck me like you want to break me in two.” I pull out of her and slam back into her over and over again.
The sound of our skin slapping in between each other fills the room louder than our moans.
“It’s never this good,” she mumbles as she works her clit, her pussy so wet it’s dripping.
My hand squeezes her legs so tight she’ll have bruises for sure.
That thought makes me fuck her even harder. “I’m going to come, it’s—”
“Come on my cock,” I order her and she arches her back and cries out.
It’s fucking outstanding. She grips the sheet beside her as her pussy contracts over and over my cock.
I lean down and take her mouth as I slow my pace.
“I can’t last longer,” I hiss as she sucks my tongue into her mouth, “but I want you to give me another one.” I can feel her getting tighter.
“Need you to come for me, Kylie.” My thrusts are shorter, as I keep my own release at bay.
“Soak my cock, baby. That’s it,” I praise, feeling my cock being squeezed tighter.
I can’t stop it this time as I come in the condom.
I bury myself all the way inside of her.
Her legs wrap around my waist as I collapse on top of her.
“One of these days,” I tell her, “your pussy is going to kill me.” She wraps her arms around my shoulders.
“I don’t know, Knox.” She kisses my neck softly. “There are worse ways to die.” I roll to the side, taking her with me, laughing the whole time.