Chapter 30 #2
Knight drove us over to the club where we’d first hooked up. He offered me a drink, but I’d had plenty with dinner already.
“Let’s dance first,” I suggested.
He led me onto the dance floor, placed his big hands around my waist, and I slid my arms around his neck. Glistening, sweaty, half-naked bodies surrounded us. The smell of sugary drinks, body spray, and hair gel all mixed into a cocktail as heady as anything they were serving at the bar.
My pulse matched the thrumming bass, my body moving with the rhythm of the music.
Déjà vu hit when Knight pulled me tighter against his strong body, the hard planes of his chest beneath mine, his hard-on digging into my lower stomach. I rolled my hips, making us both gasp.
Knight turned me away from him, placing a hand on my stomach, our bodies rolling with the music, his lips brushing the back of my neck teasingly. Hot breath against my ear. The wet tip of his tongue tracing the shell of my ear.
I shuddered, a small whimper escaping me.
“That muscle jock is watching you,” he said. “See him?”
My gaze skimmed over the dancing couples until it landed on a guy in tight jeans and a white tank staring at us, his hand idly stroking his crotch.
“I see him,” I said breathlessly.
Knight stroked the skin of my exposed belly. I’d taken off my outer shirt and left it tucked in a saddlebag on Knight’s bike, so I was wearing only the tank top. He slipped his fingers under the edge of my tank, raising it a fraction. Then a little more.
My breath hitched.
“Can I touch you in front of him?”
“T-touch me?”
“Just your chest. Nothing too revealing.”
“Okay.”
He hesitated. “You sure? We can take this someplace private.”
“Do it,” I ordered, heat pouring through my veins.
Knight tugged my shirt up, pulling it over my head and tucking it behind my neck, fully exposing my torso. I wasn’t any more naked than half the guys in here. But with the stranger’s eyes on me, watching Knight’s every move, it felt more taboo.
Knight brushed his thumbs over my nipples, then pinched them lightly. I arched my chest into his hand, and he ground his dick into my ass.
“Fuck,” I gasped. “I need you.”
He grabbed my hand and dragged me through the back hall toward the little shadowy alcove full of the sounds and smells of sex. He pushed me against a wall and kissed me hard.
“Mind if I join?” a raspy voice asked beside us.
I jerked in surprise. Knight broke the kiss. “Sorry. No one touches Angel but me.”
“Too bad. We could have had some fun.”
He drifted off, but the mood was broken. “Guess we shouldn’t have teased him like that,” I whispered.
“Eh, we gave him a nice show. We never said he was invited into your pants.” He paused. “Unless you wanted—”
“No.” I kissed him. “I just want you.”
“Good. How about we continue this where we have some privacy then? I think I’m done sharing you with lusty men for the night.”
I smiled. “Yeah, I was just thinking the same thing.”
Putting on a little show was exciting—and it had made me nostalgic about the night we’d met—but when it came down to it, I wanted Knight to myself.
We got home just after midnight. The drive home tempered my lust into a warm, lingering arousal. As soon as we were inside, Knight reeled me in for a long, languorous kiss.
“Was it too much tonight?” he asked. “Showing you off like that?”
His concern was sweet but unnecessary.
“It was sexy fun,” I said. “But what we have goes deeper than that, and tonight I really want to share something more…intimate.”
“Me too,” he murmured. “I wanted to see you let go a little. Like you did that first night in Omaha. You live in your head so much. But I would never want to overstep.”
“You didn’t,” I said. “You wouldn’t ever because you pay attention to me like no one else ever has.”
“Yeah?” he said, a smile in his voice.
“Mm-hmm. Which means you can tell I really want to be in your bed right now.”
He laughed, low and rough. “Yeah, I can.”
He kissed me with a little more heat, our tongues sliding together, and then broke away to lead me toward his bedroom.
He tossed his leather jacket aside and pulled off his tank top. I placed my hands on his chest, tracing over the swell of his pecs. “We should have shown you off in the club,” I teased. “You’ve got the hottest body.”
He smirked. “Next time, maybe.”
Arousal curled through me. There would be many more times with Knight. Quiet, intimate times in this bedroom, but sexy, fun, adventurous times at a nightclub, too. Whatever we wanted. We could have it all.
He started to unbuckle his belt when his arm caught my attention. “Wait. Your tattoo is done?”
His arm had been covered in layers of cellophane the past two weeks as he’d gotten his biker club ink redone—and I’d only been able to make out some flowery shapes before now.
Knight turned, giving me a closer look. A caduceus? But that was a symbol for…
My gaze caught on the word Angel, scripted above it.
“Will,” I said softly.
“If I have ink pledging myself to someone, I want it to be you,” he said gruffly.
I pressed a gentle kiss to the new ink, the skin still slightly red but healed. “Thank you. This is really…”
He cupped my face, lifting me for a kiss. “I love you, Aiden. You’ve helped me see my own worth. I don’t take that lightly.”
My heart thundered. “I love you too. That’s why…”
The words failed me. I kissed him, pouring my need into it as he jerked open my jean shorts and pushed them over my hips.
His hand wrapped around my hard-on, making me moan against his lips.
“Can’t wait to feel this inside me,” he murmured.
“No.”
He pulled back a fraction to look into my eyes. “You want something else? We can just—”
“Fuck me,” I blurted. “I want you to do it.”
He loosened his grip. “I thought you didn’t…”
“Not usually.”
He hesitated. “I’m perfectly happy doing anything you want, Angel. As long as we both enjoy it, it’s all good.”
I nodded. “I know. That’s why I’m asking. I know you won’t push or take too much. You’ll give me exactly what I want.”
“Yeah…”
I wet my lips. “I want your dick inside me, Will. Is that okay? Will you give me what I want?”
“Fuck.” He groaned. “Yes.”
Knight shoved me down to the bed. I kicked my shorts off my ankles and removed the rest of my clothes while he stripped.
He came down on top of me, all hard muscle, hot breath, and grasping hands.
It was overwhelming in only the best ways.
Before I could do much more than coast my hands up over his broad back, he was sliding down between my legs, forcing my thighs apart with strong hands, and engulfing my cock in the sweetest wet heat.
I cried out, but he wasn’t done assaulting my senses. While he swallowed my dick, he grasped my ass and parted my cheeks, grazing my hole with a fingertip.
I clenched around nothing.
He slid a finger into his mouth, alongside my cock, getting it wet. Then he slipped it down to gently circle my rim, softening me up.
I twisted to reach for the lube sitting on top of the bedside table. I tossed it to him.
He pulled off my cock. “How much prep do you need? Have you ever done this?”
“I have. It’s been a long time.” I swallowed. “But, um, I prepared before our date.”
He raised an eyebrow. “Yeah? You knew then?”
I nodded, eyes fixed on his. “I don’t want to hold anything back. Not with you.”
He rubbed my thighs, more soothingly than sensually. “Tell me if you need me to stop.”
I wouldn’t need that. But I knew better than to suggest that to him. I nodded.
He pushed my legs back, rolling my ass toward him, and lowered his mouth. This time, he bypassed my cock and gave my balls a tongue bathing before venturing back to my hole, flicking the tip of his tongue all around the rim, making me gasp and squirm.
He grasped my cheeks and spread them, exposing every part of me, and then pressed his tongue inside with a growl.
It was the sexiest—but also weirdest—thing to listen to him lick and nibble my ass as if he was starving for it.
Heat speared through me, and I grabbed my cock, stroking slowly, not wanting to come but needing some relief from the pressure. Eventually, he reached for the lube and slicked his fingers. He pushed one finger inside, then when I could take it easily, added a second.
“I’m no doctor, but I think I can find your prostate anyway,” he teased, crooking his fingers.
I arched as he hit the bundle of nerves. “There!”
“Mm. Feels good, right?”
“Y-yeah,” I said, panting. “Need you to fuck me now.”
“You sure you’re ready?” He withdrew his fingers a fraction.
I groaned and bore down, taking him deeper. “Yes. Please. I need more.”
“Okay.” He withdrew his fingers. “Condom?”
“We haven’t used them lately.”
“But that was you fucking me? I just want to make sure—”
“No condom!” I exclaimed. “Just your bare dick in my bare ass. Do it.”
He chuckled as he slicked up and positioned. “You’ve got a way with words when you’re horny, Angel.”
“Shut up and fuck me.”
He pushed in, stretching me so wide I wondered if I had rushed it too much. A sweet burn blossomed and spread.
“Easy,” he murmured, pressing his lips to my neck as he came down over me. “Relax for me.”
I blew out a breath, eyes closed as he filled me. His cock was thick and hard, and I wrestled with the feeling of invasion.
I didn’t let anyone in. Not easily. But this was Knight. He wasn’t just anyone. I wanted him closer.
I wrapped my legs around his waist, raising my hips, and he slid an inch deeper.
“Fuck,” I whispered.
“You okay?”
“Yes,” I said softly. “You’re with me. I’m always okay when I have you.”
He pressed a soft kiss to my lips. “I feel the same.”
“But I need you to move,” I said, squirming on his dick.
He pulled back and rocked in, taking it slow at first, then building up speed and force as the moans spilled from my lips.
Bursts of pleasure exploded inside me with each thrust. I tipped my hips up, meeting every thrust a little harder than before. Wanting everything he could give me. Every drop of his love and attention and passion.
“You feel so good, Angel,” he rasped. “Fuck, I could do this forever.”
He sat back on his knees, hefting my ass in his hands, and fucked me even harder.
I grasped the headboard above my hand, bracing myself so I didn’t scoot up the bed. It stretched me out, exposing my upper body, and Knight’s dark gaze ate up every inch of me.
“So sexy,” he murmured as he wrapped his hand around my cock, stroking me in time with his thrusts. “No one else can ever have you like this. Just me.”
His possessive words only made the fire in me burn hotter. “Yes.”
“This ass is mine now.”
“Yes!”
He grunted, tendons standing out on his neck as he fucked me harder, looking almost as violent as he had in that fight.
It shouldn’t have been the thing to send me over the edge, but there was a fine line between sex and violence, and he found mine.
I cried out, balls drawing up and cock erupting in an inferno of pleasure that drowned out every thought.
His movements grew frenzied, and he plowed into me with no finesse, just pushing deeper and deeper until he shuddered with a hoarse growl.
My ass was still pulsing with pleasure as he came inside me. My cock gave another half-hearted spurt as aftershocks washed through me.
Knight collapsed over me, and I held him close, both of us trembling.
“I hope I get to do that again,” he murmured into my neck.
“Yeah,” I said. “I think, uh, that can be arranged.”
He lifted his head to gaze at me. “Was it good? Please tell me it was good or we’ll never do it again.”
“It was good. So good. I promise.”
His eyes held mine. “And you’re okay? No regrets about—”
I pulled his head down and kissed him. “No regrets. I love you.”
“I love you too,” he murmured. “No matter what we do in bed.”
“Good.” I tightened my legs around his waist. “Because I’m going to fuck you as soon as we both recover.”
He smiled against my neck. “Fuck yeah. Take anything you want. I’m yours.”
They were just words. Sexy ones, at that. But I knew with Knight, they were more than that. They were a promise.
A love confession.
This man would give me anything I asked. He’d do it happily. But I wasn’t like his ex. I wasn’t going to take advantage of that. I wasn’t going to take and take and take his love without giving anything back.
So I wrapped my arms around his neck and murmured in his ear, “I’m yours too. Anything you want, Will. Don’t forget that.”
He nuzzled into my hair. “We’ll take care of each other, then. How does that sound?”
It sounded perfect.
No, not perfect because I was trying to let my notions of perfectionism go. To choose happiness and fulfillment, family and love, over some benchmark of achievement.
I held the man I’d come to love tighter, affection flooding me. “That sounds like exactly what I want.”