Maverick
The front door hadn’t even shut before my back was against it.
Knox stood in front of me, tall, broad, sexy.
It was his eyes that were undoing me. They were sharp and full of fire, but there was something more that lived behind them now, a softness: longing.
Weeks had passed and turned to months, the months rolling into years, and neither of us had known how deep the ache of absence ran until now.
“I can’t wait to be deep inside you,” I whispered against his mouth, voice low and rough.
Knox didn’t answer with words; his hands did the talking. They found my neck, pulling me in like he’d been waiting every damn day just to touch me again. Our lips crashed together, messy and full of need, tasting of passion-filled memories, hunger, and something more desperate.
I gripped the hem of Knox’s shirt and yanked it up, breaking the kiss only long enough to pull it over his head.
Knox did the same. Our hands were moving fast, like they were chasing lost time.
Chest to chest, heart to heart, we stood there in the dim light of the hallway, breathless, our eyes doing all the talking.
“I thought about this every night,” Knox murmured, voice deep, trembling slightly. His fingers traced down my ribs, pausing like he was relearning each inch of me all over again.
Catching his wrist, kissing it, “Then stop thinking,” I said, as my eyes burned into him, “Show me.”
Knox didn’t need telling twice, lowering to his knees eye level with my long, hard dick.
Not bothering to head to the bedroom we used to share, Knox decided to swallow my dick whole, right here, right now.
The thought of his warm, wet, wanton mouth caused pre-cum to leak from the head of my dick.
Every touch between us is familiar, but sharpened by absence.
My fingers grazing Knox’s back, Knox’s hands sliding my slacks and boxers down my muscular thighs as his lips find themselves wrapped around the head of my dick, swallowing the pre-cum that had pooled there.
“Mmmmm, Knox, baby, suck Daddy’s dick real disgusting,” I ordered as I started to slowly fuck his handsome face.
His broad shoulders, thick chest, and trim waist were a reminder of the sculpted strength beneath. His smooth, bronzed skin was yet another reminder that I’d lost my gym partner, but he was still putting in work.
His face contorting as he took as much of me as he could while his eyes held the decadent allure I’d come to love while we were in the throes of passion, his full lips that looked made for sin were doing sinful things to all 8.
5 inches of me. Memories of his neatly trimmed beard that added a roughness to his otherwise polished elegance, covered in my release, made me groan.
Whenever I was with Knox, I felt bared, claimed, and utterly undone.
Swallowing me whole, saliva covering my rod as it eased down his, he braced himself as he managed to take me down to the base and hold it there.
“You swallowing this dick so nasty, baby,” I encouraged him, my eyes rolling to the back of my head as my hips jutted forward.
I could feel my dick hitting his tonsils as he gagged and choked, trying to pull my load from me, but I planned to leave every drop in his tight, warm hole. Looking down at him one last time, I pulled Knox to his feet, kissing him passionately.
The rest of his clothing disappeared like water slipping through fingers as we made our way to the couch in the living room, where Knox fell forward across the arm, his beautiful, round ass in the air, waiting for me to sink deep inside it.
Lowering to my knees, I spread Knox open immediately, kissing and licking his rim as I buried my tongue in his pretty puckered hole.
His body jerked forward at the intrusion, but it wasn’t long before he began to grind his ass in my face, making my dick even harder.
Dragging my tongue from his asshole down to his balls, Knox turned to face me, his incredibly hard, beautifully curved, girthy, 7.
5-inch dick directly in my line of sight, so I did just that.
I tasted Knox, moaning my pleasure and satisfaction, “Mmmmm, you taste so fucking good.”
My jaws filled with saliva as I ran my fingers down his balls, to his taint, finally making my way to the same tight hole I’d just had bouncing on my tongue and filled with two fingers.
“Sssssss— ohhhhh,” he hissed in pleasure as I continued to ease his dick down my throat with enough pressure and suction to pull his nut from him.
“Daddy, I’m about to cum,” he cried out, fucking my face with more aggression, causing me to suck his dick nastier as I let more saliva run down his shaft and balls, adding a third finger to his ass.
“Fuckkkkkkkkkk,” he groaned out, finally shooting his pleasure down my throat, as I continued to rock my fingers in and out of his ass, swallowing every drop of him.
As he attempted to come down from the high his orgasm gave him, I stood, my skin pressed tight against Knox, where one wouldn’t be able to tell where the wild tangle of mouths and hands begins and ends.
I paused, just for a second, standing in awe as I looked at Knox, not just his body, but his face, his eyes, the quiet behind all that fire.
“I missed you,” I breathed.
Knox cupped my face again, tender this time, “I never stopped missing you.”
The energy in the room was alive with heat, desire, and words that had yet to be spoken, but under it all, something deeper. Our rhythm wasn’t just lust, it was memory, trust, a promise that no amount of time or distance could undo what we’d always known: when we’re together, we’re home.
Knox kissed me again, slower this time, like he was savoring me, like I was something precious he refused to let slip away again. Our bodies moved in sync, hips shifting, chests pressed, each breath pulled from the other like we were trying to breathe the same air.
My fingers curled at the base of Knox’s neck, his legs wrapped around my waist. I relished in the weight of him, the warmth, the truth of him being back in my arms. I remembered his body, remembered his heat, as I pushed myself inside him, feeding his greedy hole every inch slowly, with tenderness as I stared in his eyes, his head falling back as I filled him to completion.
My strokes were less hurried, more reverent.
“Maverickkkkkkk,” he moaned.
“Yes, my love, what is it?” I responded, his hard dick rubbing against me every time I stroked into him.
“You’re so deep, Daddyyyyyyy.”
“You used to love when I was deep in you. I didn’t forget a thing, Not one part of you. “ I murmured. Not one night.”
We continued to move together, breath catching, gasps turning into groans, our bodies reconnecting in a rhythm only we knew. This kind of passion was built from memory, from silence, from all the I-miss-yous left unsaid until now.
Reaching down, I pulled Knox up to me, chest to chest again. It wasn’t just for the heat. It was to hold him close, to keep him there.
“I—I, fuck Knox, you feel so good wrapped around me,” I moaned, my voice barely audible.
Knox’s forehead pressed to mine, “This is where you belong.”
The last walls between us fell, and what followed was more than just touch, more than hunger; it was a reckoning. The kind that leaves you marked, not bruised, but claimed. Overwhelmed with passion and emotion, I groaned my release as I came long and hard inside Knox.
As we attempted to catch our breaths, we sat on the couch, tangled in one another, my leg draped over Knox’s leg, fingers lazily tracing circles across his chest as the room remained charged with want and desire, but the silence was peaceful. Whole.
Knox looked over at me, “We’re not doing that again,” he said.
I raised an eyebrow. “Doing what?”
“Conceding. Letting pride, fear, and ego be the reason we give up on what has been beautiful for so long.”
I leaned in, pressing a kiss to his shoulder, “Then don’t leave.”
“I won’t,” Knox said. And this time, I believed him, but as it stood, Knox lived in Santorini, Greece. So how could he stay when we lived worlds apart?
My time with Knox had been incredible, reminding me of all the love we shared before he decided to uproot his life to Greece for a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity to work alongside and curate a menu with Michelin star chef Lefteris Lazarou.
Knox had completed his degree in Nutritional Sciences.
Still, it then led him to culinary school, where he discovered his passion and love for food that is so phenomenal it feels like an out of body experience.
My career as an RN was equally as important to me as his blossoming career as a world-class chef.
Thus, we opted to end things and get together when the stars aligned, and here we were, 4 years later, making promises I wasn’t sure we could keep.
Knox had gone on to become a world-renowned Chef alongside Chef Lazarou.
They had not only become mentor and mentee, but friends, his right-hand man, and business partner.
I’d done the work and become a Nurse Practitioner and the charge nurse for the Winston Hills Memorial ER.
Nursing people was more than just medical; I focused on healing the things we couldn’t see on their charts when they came through my ER.
I had no plans to leave Winston Hills because it was what I loved to do.
Nursing gave me purpose, as helping and healing brought me happiness.
Not only had I built a fulfilling career here, but I found the courage to be myself and live out loud right here in Winston Hills.
With dread, Knox and I parted ways this morning as he headed back to Greece, leaving a lot unsaid between us.
Work buzzed with the usual chaos, beeping monitors, clipped orders, and the distant wail of a siren, which was typical for a Monday in my ER. However, I could only think of her, the freckled-faced beauty with the unique name.
Ajaih.