Chapter 24 #2
No teasing. Just a hard, deep claim. Tongue sliding in, teeth scraping lip, the taste of whiskey and want. Knox’s knees threatened to fold; he grabbed at Dominic’s shoulders, fingers digging for purchase. Dominic pressed closer, a thigh wedging between Knox’s, forcing him open.
Dominic was everywhere—taste, scent, heat. The kiss ripped noises from Knox he’d never made: shaky moans, breathless little sounds that mortified and thrilled in equal measure. He didn’t understand how need could flare this fast. His hips chased Dominic’s thigh, desperate, aching—
But even that rough friction wasn’t enough. He needed him closer. More.
“You’re sure?” Dominic rasped against his mouth.
The question barely registered through the roar in Knox’s ears. “Yes. God, yes.”
A spark lit Dominic’s eyes. He captured Knox’s mouth again, swift and punishing, then released him.
He slid a hand to the nape of Knox’s neck and walked him backward, step by step, never breaking their stare.
Heat pulsed between them—no words, no kiss, just ragged breath and locked eyes—until they reached the bedroom.
He’d never been handled like this, never felt so easily claimed. It should have rattled him; instead it sent liquid heat pouring through his veins.
The moment Knox’s legs brushed the mattress, Dominic stopped, grabbed his face, and crushed their mouths together.
Neither broke the kiss as hands tore at fabric.
Dominic yanked Knox’s shirt over his head; Knox’s fingers clawed at Dominic’s.
Denim shoved down, briefs peeled away, until clothes littered the floor around their feet.
Knox reeled from the feel of hard muscle against his chest and two even harder cocks rubbing together. Nothing in his life had prepared him for this. Every encounter he’d had with women felt muted now, distant. This was raw voltage.
Dominic’s broader frame wrapped around him, the blunt length nudging Knox’s stomach making his own cock jump. Breath tangled in Knox’s throat while Dominic devoured his mouth like oxygen was optional.
Without warning, Dominic’s hands clamped Knox’s hips and drove him backward.
The backs of Knox’s knees hit the mattress and gravity took him down, air rushing from his lungs.
Dominic followed instantly, one knee planted between Knox’s thighs.
He loomed above, every inch carved and inked.
Strong forearms braced on either side of Knox’s head, shutting out the room.
Dominic’s cock stood thick and flushed against the cut lines of his abdomen, proof of just how badly Knox affected him.
Knox had never seen anything more obscenely gorgeous in his life.
Dominic leaned in, catching Knox’s mouth again. Hands roamed everywhere—palms dragging down Knox’s sides, then sliding around to grip his ass. Kneading. Owning. Knox arched helplessly, nails scraping over the thick muscles of Dominic’s back.
Need tunneled Knox’s focus to a single, desperate idea. He broke the kiss on a gasp. “Want to taste you,” he breathed.
Dominic’s eyes went black. Without a word he shifted forward, rising to his knees.
Powerful thighs framed Knox’s ribs, straddling his chest, his thick cock hovering right in front of Knox’s mouth.
One tattooed arm braced against the headboard.
The other hand buried in Knox’s hair, tilting his face up.
Knox’s pulse roared as he opened, hungry to take him in. He flicked his tongue over the slit, tasting skin and heat. Dominic groaned, hand tightening in Knox’s hair.
God, that noise.
Knox took him deeper, lips sealing, tongue smoothing the underside.
Dominic let him set the pace, chest heaving with effort to stay still. “Damn, that mouth.” His voice was a ragged growl. “So fucking perfect wrapped around my cock.”
The praise shot straight through Knox, his cock twitching against his belly. Knox was doing this to him. He was making him feel this good. The realization fed his hunger. He sucked harder, cheeks hollowing.
Dominic’s answering moan sounded almost pained. “Let me fuck your mouth.”
The request jolted Knox’s pulse. He glanced up and gave a tiny nod before opening wider.
Dominic’s control snapped. He tightened his grip in Knox’s hair and rolled his hips forward. “Good,” he groaned, sliding in deep. “Take me just like that.” He withdrew a few inches and drove back, slow at first, letting Knox adjust. Each glide coaxed a slick, wet sound that had Dominic cursing.
Pleasure spiked every time Dominic praised him, each filthy word pouring over Knox. “Look at you,” Dominic rasped, hips beginning to piston in short, controlled strokes. “Mouth stretched so sweet. You were made for this.”
Knox couldn’t answer, only moan around the length sliding over his tongue. The vibration tore a savage groan from Dominic. The next thrust went deeper. Faster. “Fuck—yes. Taking me so well.” Dominic’s voice frayed. “Gonna ruin that pretty mouth and you’re loving every second, aren’t you?”
Knox squeezed Dominic’s thigh in answer.
Yes. Yes. More.