Chapter 33 #3
He drove Knox back against the padded wall, his thigh wedging between Knox’s legs and holding him there. Knox’s hips ground forward immediately. Shameless. The pressure tore a moan out of him so raw Dominic felt it in his chest.
His hand slid beneath Knox’s shirt, fingers grazing hard lines of muscle, mapping every inch. Knox arched into the touch with a shudder, a choked “ah—” breaking from his lips when Dominic’s thumb found his nipple.
Dominic yanked the shirt overhead and tossed it, then fisted Knox’s hair again and angled his head sideways, biting along his jaw. Knox whimpered. Hips jerking, hands scrambling at Dominic’s back. “Dom—”
He bit the curve of Knox’s shoulder. Hard enough to bruise. Knox cried out, his whole body jolting—and then melted against the wall as Dominic’s tongue soothed the mark, a trembling “f-fuck” stuttering out of him.
“I shouldn’t want this,” Dominic muttered, tightening his grip on Knox's hair, exposing the pale column of throat mottled with bruises. “Shouldn’t need to mark you like this.”
Knox’s eyes were glazed. His mouth was open. He looked wrecked and Dominic hadn’t even gotten his pants off yet.
The need burned. Unstoppable.
“Don’t move,” Dominic whispered against his ear, feeling Knox shiver violently. “I’m not done marking what’s mine.” And he went back to work. Biting. Sucking. Leaving a trail of bruises across Knox’s chest and neck.
Knox’s head thudded against the wall. His hands gripped Dominic’s arms hard enough to hurt. The sounds coming out of him had long since lost any resemblance to words. “Nnh—Dom, I—” His body was trembling, head tipped back, eyes squeezed shut.
Dominic skimmed his palms down Knox’s torso and stopped at the waistband. He watched Knox’s face, lips bitten raw. “You want more?” he asked.
“Yes,” Knox breathed.
“Beg for it.”
Knox swallowed. “Please, Dominic—need you to fuck me.”
The plea cracked something open. He crushed their mouths together, hands roaming everywhere except where Knox ached most. Every denied inch made Knox shake harder; every tremor pushed Dominic closer to losing control.
His cock strained against his shorts, pre-cum dampening the fabric.
“Say it again,” Dominic murmured against his lips.
“Please—” Knox’s voice cracked completely. “I can’t—need you now. Please, Dominic, I’ll do anything.”
Dominic spun him around and pressed him face first into the padded wall, his body caging Knox in completely.
“You want this so bad, don’t you?” Dominic’s breath was hot against his ear, his cock grinding against Knox’s ass through the fabric.
The friction sent sparks through both of them.
Knox pushed back with a desperate “yes—fuck, yes.”
Dominic shoved Knox’s pants down and palmed the firm cheeks. “Beg for it properly,” he said, fingers teasing the sensitive skin around Knox’s hole.
Knox’s knees buckled. “Please, Dom. Use me. Need your cock stretching me—filling me—please.”
Dominic growled in approval. He spat on his fingers and rubbed over Knox’s entrance, circling his hole before pushing one thick finger inside. Knox gasped and clenched around him. “That’s it,” Dominic murmured. “Relax for me, baby.”
When Dominic curled his finger and found that spot, Knox’s thighs quaked and a cry tore out of him, his back arching sharply. “God. Yes—more, Dom,” Knox begged, his hips working themselves back onto Dominic’s hand with a mindless urgency.
The gym door swung open with a bang. “Boss, you in—oh.” Marco, one of Dominic’s crew, stumbled to a halt, eyes going wide. “What the fuck.”
Dominic froze, finger stilling inside Knox, as a curse slipped through his teeth. He shielded Knox instinctively, pulling his hand free. His eyes snapped to Marco with a look that could have stopped a heart. “Get out.”
Marco backed up, face deep red. “Shit. I’ll come back later.” He fumbled with the door handle, nearly dropping his bag in his haste to escape.
“Marco.”
He froze halfway out the door.
Dominic didn’t raise his voice. “You didn’t see anything. We clear?”
Marco swallowed hard. “Crystal, boss. Nothing. I saw nothing.”
“Now go.”
Marco nodded fast and disappeared, the door clicking shut behind him.
Knox had already pulled his pants up by the time Dominic looked at him. His face was flushed from arousal and embarrassment. Dominic watched him. “Are you okay?”
Knox let out a loud, shaky breath. “I guess.” A flicker of worry crossed his face. “What if he talks?”
“He won’t.”
“You don’t know that.”
Dominic pressed his forehead to Knox’s, thumb tracing the bruise blossoming at his jaw.
He could feel the tension sitting in Knox’s shoulders, and something in him wanted to smooth it away before it had the chance to settle.
“I know him,” he murmured. “And I’ll make sure he keeps his mouth shut. You don’t need to worry about Marco.”
The tension eased out of Knox by degrees. “Okay,” he said, biting his lip.
“I’m not done with you yet,” Dominic muttered. “Not even close. But not here.”
Knox’s lips curved, that reckless fire climbing back into his eyes. “Then take me somewhere we won’t be interrupted.”