Chapter 24 #3
His eyes watered. Spit slicked his chin. But the rough rhythm lit something white-hot inside him. Each time Dominic went deep, Knox felt owned, worshipped, and the mix made his head spin.
Dominic’s breathing broke into harsh gasps. “So good. God, I could come just like this.” He pulled back abruptly, forcing himself to still. His thumb brushed the corner of Knox’s mouth, wiping away saliva. “Not yet,” he said. “Not like this.”
Knox’s heart hammered as Dominic slid off his chest, intent burning in his dark eyes. He flipped Knox over and guided him up onto his knees, chest low to the mattress. The position felt vulnerable. Hips tipped up, shoulders down, every private inch on display.
Dominic knelt behind him. A rough palm stroked up Knox’s spine, from tailbone to neck, slow enough to raise goosebumps.
“Fuck,” Dominic muttered, almost to himself.
“I don’t understand this. Need to fuck you like crazy.
You have no idea what you’re doing to me.
” His hand glided back down, squeezing both cheeks hard.
Knox’s breath stuttered as Dominic kneaded his ass like he meant to leave fingerprints.
Fingers spread him wide, holding him open for a beat before letting the muscle relax.
A sudden, sharp bite to the curve of his ass tore a whimper from him.
Dominic’s answering growl vibrated against the mark, clearly pleased with the sound he’d dragged from Knox’s throat.
A fingertip traced down his crease and brushed his hole. Knox’s muscles clenched reflexively.
Holy fuck. He’s actually touching me there.
The pressure was light. Circling. Teasing. Sparks shot through Knox’s stomach, unfamiliar and intense. Dominic’s free hand spread over Knox’s lower back. “Tell me,” he rasped. “Are you still okay with this?”
The question caught Knox off guard. The unexpected care beneath all that raw dominance sent a shiver through him.
Cheeks flaming, he managed, “Yeah… don’t stop.
” He drew a shaky breath, hips pressing back against Dominic’s hand.
He couldn’t make sense of the pleasure humming through him. Only that he needed more of it.
Needed him.
Dominic kept his finger there, making slow passes over the sensitive skin. Knox’s hips rolled back on instinct, chasing the friction. Dominic’s rough praise spilled out in a growl. “Look at you—already so desperate for it.”
Knox couldn’t stop the sound that slipped out. “Do you even know what you’re doing?”
Dominic’s chuckle rumbled. “Fucked plenty of women in the ass,” he said. “You’ll open up just the same. Can’t wait to feel that.” The pad of his finger pressed a fraction harder, proving the point.
The pressure disappeared as Dominic leaned away, arm stretching for something Knox couldn’t see. Plastic clicked and slick fingers returned an instant later, the cool shock ripping a gasp from Knox’s throat.
“Easy,” Dominic murmured. “Let me work you open.” The coated finger slid over Knox’s hole in confident strokes before gently pushing in.
The unfamiliar stretch had Knox planting his forearms on the mattress, muscles twitching under the new sensation. Dominic’s free hand swept up his back in steadying passes, grounding him. “Relax,” he ordered, voice thick with restraint.
Dominic withdrew the tip, then slid back deeper. The rhythm was measured, almost reverent. “Fuck, you’re tight. Squeezing like you don’t want to let go.”
Knox’s forehead pressed to his arm as the stretch sparked unexpected heat. Pleasure pooled low and insistent.
How the fuck is this turning me on?
He couldn’t grasp it. Could only feel as Dominic’s finger slid in and out, easing him open. His cock throbbed, leaking against the sheets.
Dominic paused to drizzle more lube and ease a second finger in beside the first. “Breathe,” he coaxed. “I’ve got you.” He pressed in slowly, stretching Knox to the edge of too much, pain brushing pleasure until the latter swallowed it whole. Knox moaned, hips rocking back greedily.
God, I’m losing it.
“Good boy,” Dominic praised, voice unsteady. “Taking both—fuck, that’s hot.” He started moving and curled his fingers, the pads brushing against something electric inside. Knox’s breath flew out in a broken cry, thighs trembling.
Dominic swore. “Fuuck. Does that feel good?” The note of amazement matched Knox’s own shock. He could only nod, lips parted around ragged gasps.
“Want more?” Dominic’s question vibrated with obsession.
“Please,” Knox managed.
Dominic’s palm splayed between Knox’s shoulder blades, pinning him as his fingers started to thrust. Pleasure bloomed, wrenching another hopeless moan from him. Dominic groaned so loud it felt torn from his chest. Fingers pumped deep, until Knox shook with every slide. “Perfect,” Dominic rasped.
Another deliberate twist grazed that blinding spot. Knox jerked, a strangled plea tumbling out. “More—please, more.”
The fingers left him, the sudden absence pulling a needy whimper from his throat.
“Tell me you’re ready,” Dominic growled. “Because I need you now.”
“Yes,” Knox gasped, utterly undone. “Yes… Please. Fuck me.”