Chapter 10 Knox
KNOX
“Teach me, Tink.”
She nods slowly, her dark curls tickling my cheek. Relief washes over me like water from a burst dam. I’m not such a creep that my ego will be bruised if a woman doesn’t come during sex, but you can bet your ass I’m going to give it my best effort.
I may not be hooking up with puck bunnies on the regular, but I’ve been with enough women to know that no two are the same. It takes time to learn their bodies, and their boundaries.
“Touch me,” she whispers, her thighs parting.
I slip my hand between her legs, and even before I touch her, I can feel the dampness of her swimsuit on my knuckles. “You’re so fucking wet.”
I drag a finger through her slick folds, and my balls draw up tight. “I’ll bet you have the prettiest pink pussy.”
A quiet squeak bursts from her lips. I don’t know if she’s reacting to my touch or to the dirty talk, so I repeat the motion, this time, circling her clit at the end.
She sighs, and the tension seeps out of her body. “You like that, Tink?”
She nods.
“No, darlin’. You have to say it. Tell me you like it when I finger your pussy.”
She trembles, and I kiss the back of her neck, careful to avoid her tattoo. “I like it when you finger me.”
Close enough. I stroke her again, this time sinking a finger into her at the same time I press down on her clit. I do it again, slowly, waiting to see how she reacts. “How does that feel?”
“Nice.”
Just nice? That won’t do at all. I move my free hand over her stomach, stopping only when I reach her breast. It’s small and firm, and when I brush my thumb over her nipple, she arches her back, pressing her backside to my cock.
“Oooh. That feels good.”
For both of us. My dick twitches against the curve of her ass, and I slip another finger inside of her, still moving slowly. “You’re so damn tight.”
She moans in answer, and I take it as a sign to increase the pace.
Her hips begin to rock against my hand, but after a few minutes, she stills.
“It’s not going to happen,” she says, a note of frustration in her voice. “We can just—”
“Tink, we’re not giving up.” I withdraw my hand and turn her to face me, cupping her cheek. “We’re just getting started.”
I drop to my knees.
“I meant what I said earlier.” I pull her swimsuit down, relishing the feel of her soft skin beneath my fingertips. “You look good enough to eat.”
She crosses her arms over her chest and gives a self-deprecating laugh. “I’ll bet you say that to all the girls.”
Hardly, but I don’t want to talk about other women right now. Not when her bare pussy is inches from my face, the musky scent of her tantalizing my senses. “Would you like me to lick your pussy?”
She bites her lip, a gesture I’m starting to associate with nerves and discomfort. “I don’t know.”
The reply is short, and its edges are hard.
My jaw tightens, and I force myself to relax. “Are you telling me no guy has ever gone down on you?”
Tink averts her eyes.
“That’s a fucking travesty.” What kind of asshole denies his woman the joy of oral sex? Clearly, Tink has been dating douchebags, but this isn’t the time to point it out. “Let me be the first. I’ll make you feel so good.”
She lowers her arms and tangles her fingers in my hair, her short nails scraping over my scalp.
Fuck, that feels good.
Pleasure lances down my spine, and this time I’m the one who leans into her touch. I press a kiss to her belly, and then I tilt her hips, using her ass cheeks for leverage.
She continues to stroke my scalp as I duck my head and bury my face between her legs. I lick her right up the center, and when I reach her clit, I circle it with my tongue.
“Sweet Jesus!”
Her cry is music to my ears, so I do it again, striving for the same reaction.
Her hips angle forward, giving me better access, and I slip a finger inside of her, pumping in unison with the stroke of my tongue.
She pulls my hair with vigor, and I give silent thanks that my tattoo is on my ass, and not my neck.
We go on like that for a while before I add another digit, drawing a quiet mewl from Tink.
“You’re making me so full,” she pants. “It feels incredible.”
“Can you handle another one?”
She shakes her head. “No, this is…just right.”
I mentally file the information. Just in case I need it later.
Oh, who am I kidding? It’s still early. We’re definitely doing this at least one more time before the sun comes up.
Tink’s breath grows shallow. I curl my fingers, hooking them toward her clit as I bear down on her with my tongue, applying internal and external pressure.
Her nails dig into my scalp, and it’s entirely possible I’m going to have a bald spot after this, but who fucking cares?
She’s close. I can feel it. Her inner walls are clenching me tighter than ever.
The tension at the base of my spine intensifies, growing painful without an outlet for release, but I don’t let up.
“I…I think I’m going to come.”
Damn right she is. “Relax, darlin’. Don’t chase it. I’ll get you there.” I stop just short of promising, because while my confidence is high, I can’t actually guarantee an orgasm.
I resume sucking her clit, and when she finally cries out, her hips bucking against my hand, my only regret is that it’s not my name on her lips.
I keep up the pressure, determined to wring every drop of pleasure from her body. It’s only when her knees buckle, that I scoop her up and carry her to the bed.
“That was amazing.” She looks up at me from her perch on the edge of the bed, cheeks flushed. “Sorry it took me so long.”
“Don’t you dare apologize for taking what you need.” I stroke her cheek. “I enjoyed every second of that as much as you did.”
Her gaze drops to my shorts, which aren’t doing a lot to mask my raging hard-on.
“Let me take care of you now.” She moves to unlace my shorts, but I grab her wrist.
“You don’t owe me anything in return.”
She stands, pulling herself up to her full height. “I want to.”
I lean down to kiss her, and before my lips even make contact, she’s working on my drawstring.
“You’re a determined little thing, aren’t you?” I nip her bottom lip with my teeth before kissing her, long and deep.
She unties my shorts, and I shove them down. My cock springs free, and her fingertips glide over the head, sending a bolt of ecstasy straight to my brain. I’m so close to coming, I’d probably blow my load the instant her lips touch me.
Tink gives me an appreciative once-over. “I guess it’s true what they say about guys with big hands.”
“They wear big gloves?”
She tosses her head back and gifts me another one of those deep, throaty laughs. “Something like that.”
I grab a condom from the nightstand, open it, and roll it on. “Do you trust me?”
“Yes.”
“Good.” I kiss her, soft and slow. “Get on the bed and brace your hands on the headboard.”
She does as I ask, and I position myself behind her. “Have I told you yet how much I love your ass?” I ask, rubbing my palms over the firm globes.
“Definitely not.” She wiggles her butt, the little tease, and I give it a gentle slap. “Oh!” She pauses. “Do that again.”
I smack her a little harder this time, and a spot of color blooms from the point of impact. I rub my thumb over the area and then I dip down to drop a kiss in the same spot.
“We’re going to go slow, just like before,” I say, lining my cock up with her entrance. “You’re in control here. You tell me what feels good, okay?”
She nods, glancing back over her shoulder to smile at me. She looks far more relaxed than when we entered the room.
A solid orgasm tends to have that effect.
I grip her hips and push into her slowly, my cock sinking into her wet heat one inch at a time. She’s so damn tight, the condom isn’t doing much to reduce sensation.
Normally, that would be a good thing, but I have to go slow. She needs time to adjust to my size, and I’ll be damned if I’m not going to try giving her another orgasm before I come.
Without warning, Tink shifts. My cock slides home, my hips slamming into her ass.
Fuck, it feels good.
Pleasure zips up my spine, and my vision blurs at the edges. I don’t dare move. If I do, I might come.
I spit on my right hand and reach around Tink. If she can have a second orgasm, I’m pretty sure this is the way to draw it out.
She gasps when my slick finger glides over her swollen clit. “You like that?”
“Yes.” She nods vigorously. “Don’t stop.”
Thank God we’re on the same page.
I move my other hand from her hip, and brace it on the headboard, above hers. Then I lose myself in her, every thrust taking me higher. Every whimper urging me on as I work her body from both sides.
Our hips crash together, the slap of bare flesh an erotic soundtrack that only adds to the moment.
“I’m going to come.”
Pride fills my chest, and I thrust deeper, harder, willing her over the edge of oblivion.
“Good girl. You’re taking me so well, Tink. You’re going to come all over my cock, and it’s going to feel so fucking good for both of us.”
She cries out, her nails scraping the headboard as the orgasm rips through her body.
“That’s right, Tink. Be a good girl and let me hear you scream. I want to hear every little sound you make. I want to feel your pussy walls contract all around me as you come over and over tonight. We won’t stop until you’re satisfied. We’ll go all night long, if that’s what it takes, darlin’.”
Her body grips me tight, and before I know it, I’m flying over the edge too, the tension at the base of my spine exploding like a supernova.
“Fuck!” I roar, thrusting one last time as shockwaves roll through my body, obliterating rational thought.
When the last aftershock subsides, we clean up and crawl under the covers. Tink rests her head on my chest, her dark hair spilling over my arm and torso.
“I don’t want to inflate your ego,” she whispers, “but that was the best ever.”
“Best ever, huh?” I look down at her contented smile, and it’s impossible to fight the grin that splits my face. “That’s high praise.”
“You earned it.” She bites her lip. “I’ve never had an orgasm during P-in-V sex before. Well, not a real penis anyway, but I’m pretty sure vibrators don’t count.”
“That’s nothing to be ashamed of.” From what I’ve read, it’s actually more common than people realize. Still, I keep my mouth shut because I doubt she needs me to educate her on her own sexual health. “It’s obvious you enjoy sex, and you’re damn good at it.”
She grins up at me, but there’s a note of playful sarcasm when she speaks. “Did you just pay me a compliment about my sexual performance?”
Fuck. That’s bad, right? I mentally scramble. “If you’re flattered, I meant it as a compliment. If not, I blame my stupidity on post-orgasm endorphins.”
“Yeah, let’s go with that.” She pats my chest. “I’m just saying that if I’d known I could get back-to-back orgasms, I would have thrown caution to the wind a long time ago.”
“Hey, give me some credit here. I’m pretty sure that having the right partner helps.” I press a kiss to the top of her head. “And for the record, I’m shooting for a hat-trick. Give me ten minutes and I’ll be ready to go again.”
I wake with a start. A thin ray of sunlight shines through the split in the drapes, but it’s not nearly bright enough to have woken me.
So what then?
My sluggish brain kicks into overdrive. I check the other side of the bed.
Empty.
I sit bolt upright, and the devil lights a fire under my ass, the dull ache of my tattoo becoming a steady burn when it rubs against the bed. Fuck. Why didn’t Eric warn me about that?
Worry about it later, dumbass.
I scan the room. It’s dark, but thanks to the gap in the curtains, there’s just enough light to make out the shapes in the room. My gaze swings to the door, and there she is: Think.
“Are you really sneaking out without saying goodbye?” I shove a hand through my hair, moving more carefully this time.
“I thought it was best.” She flashes me a sheepish grin and tucks a stray curl behind her ear. She has sex hair, but it suits her. “I hate goodbyes.”
That makes two of us. “Who says it has to be goodbye?”
I didn’t come to Mexico looking for love—the timing is terrible—but I like Tink, and I’m smart enough to know that when life hands you a gift, you grab it with both hands and don’t let go.
“Come on, Flamingo Boy.” She shifts her weight, clearly uncomfortable. “I had a great time last night, but you and I both know that what happens in Cancún, stays in Cancún.”
Her words are a sucker punch to the gut, but it’s not the first time life has served me a shit sandwich. “You don’t really believe that nonsense.”
A sad smile transforms her face. “No, but I do believe in fate. If we’re meant to have more than one night, we’ll find each other again.” She holds up the pics from the photo booth. “Until then, thanks for the memories.”
And with that, she walks out the door, closing it softly behind her.
I glance at the nightstand and see the other half of the photo strip. She left me the pics of us kissing, neither of which has a clear shot of her face. It doesn’t matter. I don’t need a picture to remember her gorgeous smile. I’ll never forget it.