Chapter 6 #2
I can’t help it. My mouth opens wider, eager to taste him, and my hips roll subtly, grinding back against nothing, so needy and absolutely shameless.
He grins, and then, without a word of warning, he lets the spit trail from his lips.
A thread laced with my cum dripping it onto my tongue like it’s the most natural thing in the world.
It barely has time to hit before he thrusts forward and fills my mouth in one smooth motion, taking my breath and every last ounce of composure with it.
He shudders, a guttural sound catching in his throat as his hips start to rock harder.
Less rhythm now, more need. His fingers tangle deeper into my hair, gripping like he means to anchor himself there, like if he lets go, he might unravel entirely.
The sting at my scalp sharpens with every thrust, pressure spreading across my skin until it borders on pain.
My eyes blur with more tears I don’t bother wiping away. Drool slips down my chin soaking the corners of my mouth as I gag around the size of him.
I should feel used. Submissive. Reduced to nothing but a hole. But instead…
I feel electric.
Powerful.
Because he’s lost in me. Unraveled and exposed, finally giving me the darkness I demanded. Not because I was soft. Because I was relentless.
“Fuck, that’s too good.” Knox pulls out, and I lurch forward, mouth open chasing the taste of him. I barely brush the head and he watches, eyes dark, tracking every needy flick of my tongue as it circles the edge of his foreskin.
His hand presses between my shoulder blades, then glides down my spine until his fingers slip between my cheeks. He finds my hole without hesitation, circling the rim with a maddening tease.
“You ready for me?”
I nod, still mouthing at the head of his cock like I can’t help myself.
He drags his middle finger back up and holds it out to me.
“Suck,” he says, voice all grit and control.
I obey without hesitation, lips parting to take both fingers into my mouth. I suck hard, cheeks hollowed, eyes locked on his. He thrusts his fingers deeper, testing me until I gag around them.
I don’t flinch. Keep giving. Keep proving I can take it.
When he pulls away, saliva trails between us. His hand returns to my ass, and then I feel his middle finger breaching me. My breath hitches, the intrusion sharp. He pumps a few times before adding a second, scissoring them as he works me open.
It burns and I love it. The sting tethers me to the moment and him and everything I’ve wanted. Driven by need, I lurch forward, swallowing him again, deeper this time. His hiss is immediate
“Okay,” he grits out. “That’s enough. I need this ass.”
He pulls free from both my mouth and my ass in one swift motion, leaving me empty and aching as he stalks toward the nightstand.
The drawer yanks open with a screech.
He tosses a small bottle of poppers onto the bed, but he keeps digging, pawing through receipts and cords and whatever else he’s shoved in there over the semester.
His brow furrows, and then he slams it shut with a grunt and crosses to the closet.
“What’re you looking for?” I ask.
He doesn’t answer as he tears through the shelves like a man possessed. T-shirts, jeans, a pair of shoes are all flying to the floor as he mutters to himself. Finally, he turns, and I’m momentarily distracted. His cock is fully hard, flushed and glistening, pointed right at me like a weapon.
It looks almost angry. Definitely urgent.
“You have lube on you?” he asks, tone clipped.
My eyebrows shoot up. “No? Who carries that around?”
He growls, hands going to his hips. Every muscle in his torso standing at attention. “I can’t find it.”
A slow, rising panic creeps in. This can’t be how it ends. Months of tension, all this heat, and we’re about to get sidelined by poor drawer organization?
“You’re out?” I ask.
“I’m not out,” he snaps. “I don’t know where the hell it is.”
I sit back on my heels, staring at him, stunned and still rock hard. “You mean to tell me you’ve been edging both of us for months and didn’t stock up?”
His nostrils flare. “Do you want to go another round with the paddle while I look or are you trying to get mouthy and ruin this?”
Fair question.
“Spit?” he asks, voice all gravel and desperation.
My eyes flick down to his dick, and… nah. I’ve used spit before. We’ve all used spit before. But that’s not gonna cut it here.
Knox isn’t the biggest I’ve ever seen, but he’s packing enough to make saliva feel like a prayer and not a plan. Not if I want to enjoy this. Not if I want to walk tomorrow without limping like a rodeo clown after a bad toss.
“I’m sure you’ve got something,” I say, hopeful.
He sighs, glancing around the room like something’s gonna magically appear. “You’d think that,” he mutters, “but…”
His gaze settles back on me, and I see that he’s close to giving up.
Nope. Not on my watch.
I’ve waited this long and I’ll be damned if we don’t finish the job.
I hop off the bed and do my own visual sweep. He’s right. There’s nothing obvious. Until my eyes catch on my shorts crumpled on the floor.
Bingo.
I bend down, fish through the pockets, and pull out the little tube of glow-in-the-dark makeup I brought for touchups.
It’s slick. It’s safe. It’s… slippery enough.
I toss it to Knox and climb back on the bed, planting myself on all fours and glancing over my shoulder with a grin.
“There,” I say. “Make it count.”
He stares at the tube. Then at me. Back at the tube.
“…Are you serious?”
“Glow me, Daddy,” I deadpan.
His jaw ticks, and then thank god he smirks.
“You’re so desperate for my cock you’ll let me use…” He lifts the tube of glow-in-the-dark makeup between us, daring me to flinch, “…this? To fuck you?”
It’s the same neon stuff I smeared across my face hours ago to complete my skeleton look. Most of what was left on my body is now smudged on his sheets, on his fingers, and across his jaw.
There’s no way this shit’s approved for anything like this. I’m sure there’s a warning label somewhere, something about external use only or keep out of orifices, but who gives a fuck about risk when the I’ve been starving for this reward for months?
“Yes, Sir,” I whisper, too gone to be embarrassed.
The laugh that escapes him starts low in his chest and breaks free like it has a mind of its own, echoing off the walls before finding its way under my skin. It crawls up my spine, spreads through my limbs, and leaves me flushed from the inside out.
He crosses the room slow and climbs onto the bed behind me. I feel the shift of the mattress, the tension in the air ratcheting up as he settles back on his knees.
“My dick’s gonna look like a damn lightsaber.” He pauses, eyes roaming over me. “But I gotta say, I admire the effort.”
“I aim to please,” I mutter, and press back against him, arching so my ass nudges the thick weight of his cock. It twitches in response.
“I can tell,” he says, voice barely a whisper. “Don’t move.”