Chapter 9 #3
“Condom,” I said, looking around for where I’d dropped the supplies earlier. They’d ended up halfway under one of the pillows. I grabbed the bottle of lube and shoved it at him before trying unsuccessfully to rip the condom open.
“Growling at it won’t get the thing open,” Knox said in an annoyingly calm voice.
I glared at him, only to notice a sweet kind of tender smile on his face. My heart tumbled a tiny bit. “Well, ripping it didn’t work, so what else am I supposed to try?”
Knox grabbed my face in his large grip again and pressed a firm kiss on my lips. I forgot what we were talking about.
“Lie down and let me do this part,” he said against my lips.
“Uh-huh,” I mumbled, slumping onto the mattress and shooting involuntary heart eyes at him.
I tried blinking the little insurgents away.
This wasn’t a love connection. As much as I truly liked Knox Sunday, this was a hookup.
I was well aware of his aversion to relationships, especially a relationship with me, so I needed to shove the heart-train back into its highly inappropriate station.
I returned his kisses hungrily until I felt cool, slick fingers circle my hole. I sucked in a breath and threw my head back, bending my knees up to my chest to give Knox as much room as he needed. I was hungry for his touch and beyond ready to feel him inside me.
When I opened my eyes again, Knox’s eyes were locked on my face, and I got the impression he was taking in every detail of my reactions and crunching the data to determine what moves worked best to wring a response out of me.
Spoiler alert: all of them.
Every single way Knox touched me was the very best way. I was hard and aching for him. Maintaining my patience while his fingers began slipping inside me was impossible.
So I began low-key begging.
“’S good. M’ fine. Go ahead. Mmhm.”
“Too tight,” he said before nipping at the tender skin of my neck. “Let me do this.”
I was on the verge of snapping at him to get on with it when his finger brushed against my gland and lit me up like Dale Jennings’s New Year’s waterside fireworks display.
“Ohfuckingfuck,” I squeaked. “Fuck. Again.”
His fingers were magic-makers. They moved in and out of me, stretching and rubbing all the right places until I finally grabbed his arm in a tight grip and barked. “Fuck me, Sunday.”
Knox bit his lip against a smile and hurried to slide the condom on. When he finally slid into my body, I let out a long, loud groan. “Fucking finally. Oh God.”
He was thick enough to stretch me even more than his fingers had, and I loved every minute of feeling filled up with Knox’s dick. My fingers tightened on his shoulders as if I was scared he’d leave before finishing.
“Y’okay, baby?”
I opened my eyes wider to focus on him. Knox’s forehead was wrinkled with concern, and tendons stood out in his neck from holding himself back.
He was so damned sweet. Always looking out for others… for me.
I bit my lip and nodded.
And then he began thrusting in and out of me, slowly at first and then faster as I returned to shameless begging. The tip of my dick leaked into my happy trail, leaving sticky lines every time he hit my gland and made my cock jump.
We were a sweaty, panting, humping mess, and I realized I was probably going to pass out when I came. Sex with Knox was too good, the kind of encounter that would inevitably ruin me for other hookups in the future.
Damn Knox Sunday for fucking me better than anyone else ever could. All I’d wanted was a good dicking, not this kind of crazy-ass bar-raising sex.
That’s what I got for fucking a high achiever.
“Knox,” I whimpered when I felt like I couldn’t take it anymore. I was on the knife’s edge of my release, and my brain was buzzy.
His mouth found mine again in an aggressive, possessive kiss while his hand reached for my cock to stroke it. It was all I needed to let go.
The deep jangle shot down my spine and into my balls, arching my entire body as my release took over. The sound of Knox’s shout filled the space around us as he thrust a few final times into me.
The warm fluid of my release landed on my chest and stomach, and he slowed his strokes to finish me off. I relaxed into a languid puddle, barely noticing the sheets that had come partway undone from the corners of the bed and the condom wrapper that had gotten stuck to the back of my shoulder.
But I wasn’t too far gone to notice Knox’s intense gaze on me. It was part shock and part confusion, as if he was suddenly seeing something strange and unexpected.
Or maybe I had it all wrong and it was something more depressing.
Like regret.
I refused to consider it right then. Nothing was going to burst my damned orgasm bubble while I still lay in the glorious afterglow of the best release ever.
As long as Knox would allow it—and, quite frankly, even if he didn’t—I was going to snuggle the shit out of him and sleep plastered against him like the rogue condom wrapper on my shoulder.
Because that was some epic shit, and I was going to enjoy every minute of it until the grumpy bastard kicked me out of his bed.