Chapter 9 #2
Take me. Have me. Do whatever you want with me.
“Knox,” I said, unsure of what I was trying to say exactly.
He shut me up with another drugging kiss. I wanted to reach greedy fingers into his hair to hold him there, but he still had me pinned. His heavy body pressed me into the mattress in the very best way.
A thousand snarky comments danced just out of reach on my tongue, but I was too dazed to bring them to my lips. Maybe that was a good thing. Maybe my big mouth was better off doing other things.
“Let me suck you,” I said, remembering my plan.
A low grumble escaped his throat. He liked the idea.
I pulled my hands out of his grip and reached for his pants, scrambling frantically to get them open so I could take out his dick and taste it.
“Slow down,” he warned. “Remember to breathe.”
I gritted my teeth against annoyance. Didn’t he know how badly I needed this? How long I’d wanted him? I couldn’t do this slow. I wanted it all right fucking now.
“Whoever. Invented. Zippers. Hated. Sex,” I ground out, fumbling at his fly with shaking fingers.
I was never like this. So needy. So vulnerable. I told myself the problem was that I’d gone too long without sex… but it felt like a lie.
Knox’s hand gripped my chin, and he forced me to look at him. “Baby, slow down, or I stop this. Do you want to stop?”
“Motherfucker.” I abandoned his zipper in frustration. “Why should I slow down?”
My breath sawed in and out of my lungs like I was running a race. I felt my heart trip over itself the way it did when I was on the verge of a breakthrough in writing code. But it was also the same feeling I got when bad weather came up while we were out on the boat in the Key.
Excitement? Fear? Both.
Knox’s face softened. “Because I’m not going anywhere. I already told you that. And if you touch my dick right now, I’m going to come in my pants. Do you need a breather? Want to recite some multiplication tables? I do that a lot.”
I blew out a breath and narrowed my eyes at him. “To stop yourself from coming? I thought older guys were better at holding their powder.”
“Don’t get fresh, whippersnapper.” His eyes darkened with desire. “I meant I do that when I can’t control my breathing.”
Oh. He meant the panic attacks. My chest warmed at how freakin’ thoughtful he was, and I felt my tension ease.
“Seems like you’ve recovered now,” he purred. “Are you paying attention to me now, Goodman? Is the sound of my voice making you zone out?”
I remembered teasing him about that once, back when I hadn’t wanted him to know what the sound of his voice actually did to me.
“It’s making me something,” I whispered. “You should maybe repeat that.”
Now that we were back on familiar turf, I felt my nerves settle.
This was the same old Knox from the orchard.
The man who lectured me about proper dishwasher positioning for efficient surface area exposure to cleansing agents, and the man who never failed to mention how much food I consumed in a day.
Knox. My Knox.
Despite the teasing, I hadn’t at all forgotten about the giant hard cock bulging between us. I wanted it, needed it, in my mouth.
I kept my eyes on him as I scooted down the bed. Once my face was even with the bulge, I ran my fingers over the shape of it through his open pants. The soft fabric of his boxer briefs moved easily over the hardness below as I rubbed him and enjoyed the sounds he made in response.
“Stop teasing me, Goodman,” he rumbled. “And if you turn the tables on me and try and tell me we need to take it slow, I’m going to call Curt and have him talk to you about Madonna’s entire back catalog while I blow you, and good fucking luck orgasming when he’s talking about how ‘Papa Don’t Preach’ helped him realize he was gay. ”
“You’re a terrible person,” I whispered against the outline of his dick.
“This is not a surprise, baby. Now get to work… or I will.”
I closed my eyes and smiled for just a moment.
He was so fucking fun. So adorably grumpy and deliciously sexy.
What was it about him that made me feel this way?
Like a balloon that had been accidentally let go at an outdoor party and floated free above the celebration? Part danger, part exhilaration.
I yanked his pants down and then shoved him onto his back on the bed before pressing my face into the front of his shorts. His body heat, his scent, the hard roll of his cock against my cheek were enough to make me let out another long moan. Knox’s fingers reached into my hair and tightened.
“Goodman,” he croaked.
“Your threats don’t scare me,” I said, feeling bubbly with anticipation. I pressed my chin against his dick and moved it up his shaft. “We’re going at old man speed now whether you like it or not.”
I pulled away enough to rid him of his underwear. Knox’s cock was thick and ruddy, sticky at the tip and heavy in my hand.
“Nice,” I whispered before dragging my tongue up and down the hot skin. Knox’s thick thighs tightened as I began to work his dick. I licked and sucked while palming his sac. His balls were heavy and full, furry the way I liked them and tightening with need in my hand.
I ran my other hand along Knox’s thigh, appreciating the tight shape of his muscles and the sharp crinkle of the hair there. He was big and strong, much more substantial than I was, and I wanted to feel the full weight of him pressing me down as he thrust into me.
“Just like that,” Knox breathed. His grip on my hair had softened, and he caressed the back of my head before brushing my cheek with his fingers. “So hot. So fucking good for me.”
Hell. I wanted to be good for him. After all the time spent flirting with him and teasing him, the truth of it was, there was part of me that wanted to serve him like this.
On my knees. Willing to do anything to hear his sharp intake of breath, witness the gruff and grumbly man finally, finally letting go of some of his self-control.
I could suck this man for hours. My hands roamed everywhere, memorizing the hills and valleys of his muscular frame, imagining all the different ways I could make him feel good, make him come.
The weight of his thick cock on my tongue lulled me into a lusty haze, so when Knox’s hand tightened in my hair again, I blinked up at him in surprise.
“Stop. Want to fuck you.” His voice was rough again, which only made me harder. I pulled off his dick and wiped my mouth with the back of my hand.