Chapter 21
Knox
“More what?” Taylor asks, his hand already applying pressure to my throbbing cock.
“Everything,” I admit. More touching, more talking, hell, I even want more spooning.
With Taylor’s firm body beneath me earlier, and his hands on me now, I don’t even recognize myself. He told me just to feel, and what I feel is unexpected, uncontrollable desire. I need the touch of another human. Specifically, I crave the touch of this human.
Knowing my body was enough to get Taylor off was a heady feeling, and I’m trying to stop fighting myself. Phoenix was right. Taylor is well over eighteen. And he genuinely seems to want me for some reason.
So, I told him the truth about what I need, even if I don’t know exactly what it means. At least I’m starting to get an idea of what it looks like.
Looking down at Taylor, his eyes flash with the same desire I feel, and a wicked grin lifts the corner of his decadent mouth.
“You’re fucking perfect, you know that?” he says, his voice lower than usual, calling his masculinity into sharp relief which is odd against his hairless body and feminine wardrobe, but it works for him.
Apparently, it works for me, too.
“That feels like it should be my line,” I say. It’s strange seeking praise and validation from someone so young. I’ve lived an entire life, yet it’s his perspective, energy, and enthusiasm I find myself craving in this moment. In all moments, recently.
His hands roam across my bare chest, and his lips are back at my neck and shoulder. It feels like he’s trying to climb me as we stand here.
He’s not skinny or scrawny, but he is lean, and I’m mesmerized when I can place my thumb tips together at his belly button and span his entire stomach and waist with my hands.
I feel his resulting smile against my skin, and it encourages me.
Without warning, I grip him hard and hoist him up. Anticipating what I wanted to do, Taylor allows me to lift him from the floor, and he wraps his legs around me like he did on the counter.
I have no plan here.
Just feel.
Just take.
What do I need?
What do I want?
Everything comes crashing down in waves as I carry Taylor to the couch.
Still too timid to describe what I really want, I sit down with him in my lap, hoping he’ll grind against me hard enough to get me off again.
I had no idea that would feel so fucking good.
It was like a sensual tease, almost enough but not quite…
and somehow that was hotter than just wrapping his hand around me.
Taylor wastes no time expertly moving his hips in a circle before rolling them forward and back across my lap like he’s got a DJ in his head playing all his favorite songs.
My head falls back onto the couch, and my eyes flutter closed.
“Nu-uh, Knox. You’re going to want to watch this show. Keep those stormy eyes on me,” Taylor commands, his confidence and sass back on full display.
Crossing his arms, he grabs the bottom of his loaned shirt and rips it overhead.
Without conscious thought, my hands dart forward to feel his skin.
They run down his chest, over his stomach, and then I run them down his bare thighs and calves.
Since Taylor shaves his legs, they’re silky smooth, and I’m hit with how pleasing it is to be with this man who still provides some of my favorite sensations of being with a woman.
The juxtaposition of his carved muscles beneath hairless skin is more of a turn-on than I could have ever imagined.
He's truly like marble, and as someone who works with the substance regularly, I have a great appreciation for its smooth, polished, and firm nature.
While maintaining a tantalizing rhythm over my still-hard cock, Taylor moves his hands to undo the button and zipper on my jeans.
Oh, God, yes. Please.
It’s as if my body came alive after that earlier orgasm and is now frantic with the need to get off again. I suppose it should be. There’s a lot of time to make up for.
Taylor scoots his ass back toward my knees until he slides off my legs completely. Leaning forward, he drives his fingertips into the waistband of my pants.
“Lift,” he commands.
As soon as my ass is off the couch, my cell phone starts ringing.
“Shit,” I growl, reaching for my cell phone on the coffee table behind Taylor. Too keyed up to look at the caller ID before answering, I just swipe to connect the call. “Knox Bennett speaking.”
Javier laughs on the other end of the line.
“I should hope so since this is your phone, boss. Just calling to confirm we’re good to start on the next phase? I thought you said we needed to start by seven-thirty.”
“We do,” I confirm, slightly confused.
“Well, it’s seven-fifteen now, and I don’t think Phil and I have ever beaten you to a jobsite.”
I glance at the clock on the microwave. “Oh, shit. Sorry Jav. Crazy morning. Yeah, go ahead and get set up. I’ll meet you there.”
Before I can disconnect the call, Javi launches into some questions about a couple of other jobs we have coming up.
Feeling bad about being late to my own jobsite, I’m trying to give him my undivided attention, which means I don’t notice Taylor’s game until it’s too late.
In one swift motion, he’d gotten my pants around my fucking ankles when my ass came off the couch for my phone.
I don’t stop him as he drops to his knees on the living room floor in front of me, and his head dips between my legs.
At this point, I know he’s playful, and he’s seen my dick. Hell, he’s tasted my cum, so I try to relax into the moment, and I’m proud of myself for not giving anything away in my voice when I respond to Javier.
Taylor inches his face closer, and all I can do is stare. I think he’s waiting for me to say no, push him away, or move out of his reach, but I’m glued to where my ass landed on the couch.
Agonizingly slowly, he angles his head and licks a path from my balls to my crown.
Mid-lick, my fingers dive into his hair, and the hand holding my phone falls from my ear, landing on the cushion next to me.
“Fu-uuck,” I stutter. So much for keeping it together.
Taylor dives in for another pass and pushes my hand back up toward my ear at the same time.
“Boss? You okay?” Javi asks.
Am I?
Hell if I know.
“Uh, yeah. Jav, I’ve gotta run, but I’ll be at the house soon.” I end the call and focus my attention on the devil between my legs. “Taylor.” I know immediately it was too breathy to do any good, so I try again. “Taylor.” At least it comes out stronger this time, and he looks up at me lazily.
“Yes?”
“Get dressed. We need to go.”
“It’s like ceiling fan installation or something, Knox.
I think they can handle it,” he says, tempting me.
I’m so fucking irritated with myself for neglecting my responsibilities that I allow our moment to pass and lean forward to help Taylor off the floor before he has a chance to engulf my cock in his mouth.
I know without a doubt I’d be useless the rest of the day if I allowed him to envelop me in that wet heat.
I’m dangerously close to being useless as it is.
One look at those lips wrapped around my cock and I’ll happily be the gayest sonofabitch to ever exist. I also won’t be leaving this house anytime soon.
“But they shouldn’t have to handle it. At least not without me,” I tell him, trying like all fuck to hold it together. “I am the boss. My name is on the business. I set the example.”
And then another thought slams into me.
“Shit,” I groan. “They’re going to see us pull up together,” I say, announcing the obvious. Taylor shrugs like it’s no big deal, but a look of hurt flashes across his face.
“You can let me out down the street or something,” he says.
The violent nausea caused by those words, coupled with the look on his face—the one I said I never wanted to be responsible for on the night we met—slams something into place for me, and I jerk like I’ve just been slapped.
“What? No,” I say angrily. Pulling Taylor toward me, he straddles my thighs and plants his ass in my lap.
God, he feels so good there…so natural. Blowing out a breath, I brush his hair back from his left eye so I can see him clearly.
“Taylor, I might be confused as fuck about what I am and what this is, but I would never hide you away like something I’m ashamed of. ”
I don’t know much, but I do know that.
“I take responsibility for my actions,” I continue.
“Which is partly why I still have the brakes on. I’m trying to figure out if I can handle what this looks like from the outside as well as what it’s making me feel on the inside.
Truth be told, I’d originally planned to shut this down for good during that talk we were supposed to have last night,” I admit.
It was a hard conclusion to reach, especially because Taylor and all my friends are pushing for this unconventional union, but until you’re living it, it’s hard to take that leap of faith that your life won’t literally implode from your choices.
He licks those suckable lips of his before leaning forward and pressing them to mine. The more he does it, the more I want him to.
“And now?” he asks when he pulls back.
“Now I think it’s pretty clear I can’t deny my attraction to you, and honestly? I’ve lost the desire to try.”
Taylor and I pull up outside his parents’ house twenty minutes later.
The entire breakfast I cooked is still sitting on our plates back home, but I couldn’t be bothered to clean it all up.
Taylor tries to get out of the truck and into the house quickly so as not to be seen, but it makes my skin crawl, and I catch his arm before he can climb out.
“Hey. This is no walk of shame. Don’t feel like you have to rush or hide.”
He gives me one of his signature grins. “How come you’re so concerned with how I feel about myself through this, but you don’t give yourself the same grace?”