Chapter 24
Taylor
“Why’d you stop?” I ask, pushing up onto my elbows to look at Knox, afraid it was too much too soon, and he’s going to bolt.
Fuck, I hate this feeling.
“I don’t want it to be over so fast,” he says, rubbing my thigh, once again surprising me with how quickly he’s learning to embrace this side of himself.
His answer has me relaxing and lowering myself back down onto the pillows.
It’s definitely an odd time to reflect on my relationship with Patrick, but perhaps I’m able to do so because I’m starting to feel safer with Knox.
As this thing between us progresses, it’s becoming easier to see the ugly truths behind my last relationship…
but the higher the toxicity, the harder it seems to let it go.
Like, without a chance to confront it, it’s somehow cemented itself in my mind as this thing of perfection it never was.
Our dynamic was always a little off because it was always me going to him, but I understood our relationship was hard for him, and I wanted to make him comfortable.
It was me taking care of Patrick, trying to keep him afloat.
We only went out in public a few times, and Patrick made us drive an hour in any direction just for dinner.
He’d never hold my hand in case we ran into someone either of us knew, and while the sneaking around was fun in the beginning, six months of it was a red flag that hindsight has so kindly pointed out.
Meanwhile, even though Knox is battling his own demon of loss, I can’t help but notice that instead of using me, he's pouring himself into me. Instead of bleeding me dry, he’s filling me up.
My erection hasn’t subsided under Knox’s heated gaze, but enough time must have passed because he lowers his mouth back to my eager cock. Tightening his lips, he repeatedly runs them over my crown.
I don’t know why everyone tries to deepthroat all the time.
The sensation from this short range of motion right here has my balls drawing up and lightning racing down my spine…
and he only has two inches of my dick in his mouth.
His trimmed beard is also deliciously scratching the inside of my thighs just like I thought it would.
Knox is fucking huge. His six-foot-four body bent over my dick looks like an oxymoron, but it’s so damn hot.
“Knox, I’m about to come,” I warn. “If you don’t want to swallow—”
He pops off my dick.
“If I didn’t want to swallow, I’d finish you with my hands,” he informs me, taking charge of a situation he’s barely dipped a toe in.
Unable to hold off any longer, and choosing to trust him, I shoot my load straight into his mouth as soon as his lips land back on my cock.
It’s a much higher volume than I thought it’d be, and he can’t keep it all in.
Watching my cum spill from the corners of his mouth while his lips are still wrapped around me is one hell of an aphrodisiac.
My dick fucking hurts as blood rushes back into it while it simultaneously tries to deflate after that orgasm.
I slide out of Knox’s mouth and pull him to me, eager to taste myself on his tongue.
He turns away from me, offering me his cheek.
“I should brush my teeth or something, first, right?” he asks shyly.
I grip his entire jaw, jerking his face toward me. “Who the fuck told you that? It’s my cum. Why is it less weird for it to be in your mouth than mine?” I ask.
His cheeks turn a pretty shade of pink above his facial hair.
“Guess I never really thought about it that way. Karen wouldn’t let me kiss her after…
” he trails off, not wanting to say the rest. Which I greatly appreciate because the last thing I want to picture is my man’s face between some cunt’s legs.
Whoa.
My man? We haven’t been doing this long enough for him to be my man.
“How are you feeling?” he asks, changing the subject as if he registers the sudden change in my energy. The cloud of lust that had been floating around me is now replaced with nerves and tension. Knox asks me this a lot, and I don’t think he’s simply inquiring after my physical health anymore.
I kiss him deeply before answering. Once I’m satisfied that he understands I love how I taste on his lips, I pull back and respond.
“Like I could sleep for a year. How about you?”
I feel a little guilty not divulging the whole truth of what’s going on in my head, but my freak-out certainly won’t help anything.
“I’m good,” he says quickly, then starts again. “I…that…well, it felt okay, but I think it has more to do with the fact that you’re you and less to do with the fact that you’re a man.”
I can’t hide my smile as my guilt from a moment ago subsides. “Ah, now you’re catching on.”
He quirks a brow at me, clearly wondering what he’s catching on to.
It isn’t until Knox is tucked into my side, his erection poking me in the hip, that I notice he’s rock hard.
I can’t leave him like that. Nor do I want to.
If giving head turns him on, I want to do whatever it takes to encourage him to do it often. Like returning the favor of an orgasm.
“I’ll explain when we’re done. Where’s your lube?”
His cheeks flame bright red as he nods toward the nightstand at my side of the bed.
“There’s nothing to be embarrassed about, Knox. It’d be weirder if you didn’t have lube.”
“I don’t use it often,” he says, still clearly uneasy as he justifies his lube ownership.
“Well, next time you do, and I’m not here, take a video and send it to me, okay? I want to watch.”
His eyes grow as wide as saucers. He tries to turn his face away from me, but the shock of my firm grip landing on his cock brings his face back to mine as he hisses through clenched teeth.
I swear his eyes roll back in his head as I move my hand up and down his shaft, testing pressures and speeds through the material of his boxers.
“While I’m pouring lube in my hand, I want you to take these boxers off, and I don’t want to see them on again unless we’re leaving this house…and maybe not even then. Got it?” I sass.
Knox tries to act annoyed, but he must understand that the return of my attitude means I’m finally feeling better, and I watch as he fights his smile. Feeling playful, he says, “That’s an awfully big demand coming from someone I could easily bend over my knee.”
“You could try,” I wink, knowing I’d have him on his stomach tapping out before he knew what hit him.
When I return to his side, Knox’s boxers are on the floor, and I begin by repeating the same movement from a second ago.
I’m only at it for a minute or two before my greedy cock demands attention again.
Deciding to kill two birds with one stone, I move to straddle Knox’s thighs.
Afraid it might be too much movement just yet, I’m pleased to discover I’m not dizzy…
well, either that, or I’m too horny for my body to notice.
From my perch, I watch Knox’s cock twitch with anticipation against his stomach.
God, I want to sit on that thing so bad. I keep the thought to myself, proud of Knox for getting comfortable with kissing, cuddling, and blowjobs. That’s a lot of firsts in a very short period of time.
And I’m about to add one more.
Knowing he’ll stop me if he’s not ready, I lift his cock and place it against my own while simultaneously pushing my hips forward to ride his lap.
Knox’s back bows off the bed.
“Holyfuckingshitthatfeelssogood.” It comes out as one long word, some letters not even pronounced at all, as he shudders through the statement. But I have to agree, it does feel so good.
“Mmm,” is all I manage out loud as I continue jerking us off together before leaning forward.
I want to mark him with more than just my cum.
He whines at the loss of contact from my hand, but the friction from our bodies soothes him as I ride his lap, our dicks trapped between our torsos.
I bite his pec hard enough to bruise, then suck to make sure I break every capillary under the skin, wanting my mark to last. His big hand lands on the back of my neck, encouraging me to continue violating his flesh.
After achieving my goal, I sit back up and grip our cocks again.
At some point, I become totally selfish, using all the strokes I like. I’m about to adjust, choosing something that might suit him more, when I feel Knox begin to swell.
“Oh, fuck yes. Let me watch you come undone,” I beg, pumping my hips into my hand as I work Knox through his orgasm. As soon as the first drop of cum hits my hand, I use it as lube on my shaft, and my release soon follows.
Once we’re both covered in sweat and cum and our breathing evens out, he brushes my hair off my forehead and gives me the most achingly sweet kiss.
Knox is a lot better at this than he gives himself credit for.
I didn’t necessarily expect him to do forehead kisses, but the reassurance it provided me just now has my stupid heart melting, and we haven’t even discussed where this is headed.
“Tell me what you meant earlier,” he says as I roll off of him to snuggle into his side, liking the way it feels far too much.
He flips me so I’m facing away from him as he cocoons me in his arms like I’m something precious, and molds himself against me.
Turns out Knox is a spooner, after all.
“What I meant when?” I ask sleepily.
“When you said I was starting to catch on. Catch on to what?”
“To dropping the label,” I answer easily.
“See, I think sexuality fluctuates on a spectrum instead of being a definitive point,” I explain.
“Most straight people are only straight because they’ve never allowed themselves to look for a potential partner of the same sex.
Sure, our DNA and biology point to male/female pairings for reproduction and to keep our species alive…
but our species isn’t in danger of extinction at this point.
That driving force in our biology is no longer required, and society is starting to reflect that.
” Just to make sure Knox understands that I’m not casting shade on anyone, I add, “There’s nothing wrong with solely being attracted to members of the opposite sex.
Just like there’s nothing wrong with solely being attracted to members of the same sex.
But that’s the point, isn’t it? Why can’t everyone just be attracted to whomever they want?
Relationships should be built on three main principles.
One: mutual respect. Two: consent between adults.
And three: it’s no one else’s business.”
When my rant finishes, Knox makes no comment, but sits with my words for a couple of minutes. Finally, I feel his head nod on the pillow behind me as he whispers in my ear, “If you’re feeling up for it, would you want to go out to lunch with me tomorrow?”
He can’t see my smile because I’m facing away from him, but I know he can hear it. “Like a date?” I clarify.
“Yeah,” he confirms. “Like a date.”
“I’d be honored.”
“Can I pull your chair out for you?” he asks skeptically, like if I say no, it’s a deal breaker.
“Yes.”
“And I can open your door?”
“Yes.”
“And I can pay for your meal?”
Laughing, I answer, “Of course, you can. It’s nice to know chivalry hasn’t completely died, but I would like to do those things for you sometimes, too.”
Knox kisses the back of my head and says, “I like you.”
I try to look over my shoulder, but my neck is still sore. Knox must notice because his fingers land on the back of it, rubbing gently. Before I can tell him I like him too, he says, “And I really like those fucking lips of yours.”
“Oh, baby, you haven’t seen anything yet,” I tease.
I got close this morning, before Javi’s phone call, but I was interrupted.
My lips are fucking magical, and it’s probably too soon to make Knox fall in love with me.