Chapter 38
THIRTY-EIGHT
KNOX
Little does she know, I’ve watched her dance several times before while I sat there hard as fuck, getting grumpier by the minute because I wanted something I couldn’t touch.
But this time…
This time she’s mine, and every sway of her hips or fuck-me eyes she throws my way is unlike any foreplay I’ve ever known. Hell, I never even did foreplay before her, but it adds a whole new level of excitement in me as I sip my bourbon and watch those sexy curves move to the beat.
The dragon in me wants to throw her over my shoulder and take her to the nearest secluded area to tame this beast inside.
But the devil within…
He wants to play this little edging game and see how far we can last before one of us gives in to the temptation that is wrapped around us so tight that it’s like a grenade without a pin just waiting to explode at the slightest touch.
“I don’t know how I missed it all these years,” Miles chuckles, shaking his head at me.
“Missed what?” I ask, pulling my eyes from my dessert on the dance floor.
“How infatuated you are with my sister. It’s written all over your face,” he muses.
“That’s because your sister bulldozed my walls down like a fucking demolition wrecking ball. I can’t hide anything from her anymore,” I chuckle.
“That’s Savi for you,” he laughs. “She’s always had a way of getting what she wants. Hell, I still have the scar from that damn feral cat she talked me into keeping in my room for the night.”
“I’m talking to one every day when I come home. I don’t know who the hell I am anymore,” I mutter.
“Welcome to the club,” Travis laughs, joining in on the conversation. “Where your balls and heart no longer belong to you.”
“Ain’t that the truth,” Miles grins. “Olivia can gladly have them as long as I get her.” He watches his fiancé on the dance floor, and there’s no doubt in his eyes that he means it.
I follow his gaze and hone in on Savi. Her eyes lock on mine, and a sly smile appears on those lips that I tasted just a little while ago. Miles is right on this one. As long as I get her, I’ll gladly hand over every piece of me.
“I can walk,” she giggles, as I swoop her up in my arms and carry her to the limo that’s waiting outside.
“I’m not taking the chance in these heels that you won’t sprain something. Besides, if I remember correctly, this is just like old times,” I grin, helping her into the limo and sliding in behind her.
“You mean at my brother’s bar opening when you rudely picked me up and shoved me into the Uber?”
“Funny, I remember you arguing with me about sharing an Uber and helping you cross the gravel in high heels before I gave up and just carried your ass.”
“You didn’t speak to me the entire way home,” she giggles.
“That’s because I wanted to rip your clothes off and shove my tongue down your throat to silence that mouth of yours.”
“I would have let you,” she says, putting her hand on my thigh as everyone piles in. “I would let you now, too, if you tried,” she whispers near my ear.
“Trust me, at the first opportunity, I am.”
Her hand slides up my thigh, and I cover it with mine quickly to stop her before she manhandles my dick in front of her family. Savi and wine are a deadly combination, and one I fully intend to enjoy, just not in front of the audience that is seated around us now.
“Bor-ing,” she breathes quietly with a sigh.
“Did you just call me boring?” I ask, quirking my eyebrow at her.
“Yes,” she giggles. “I want to touch you,” she whispers in my ear, “and you won’t let me.”
Her lips form a pout, and I can’t help but chuckle.
My eyes scan the limo, noticing how the lights are dim, putting us in the shadows, and since we are seated in the very back, we have the most privacy.
Everyone is already pouring champagne and bourbon, wanting to keep this night going and not paying us a bit of attention, so who am I not to give the girl what she wants?
Taking off my jacket, I throw it over my lap, covering Savi’s greedy little hand, as I loosen my bow tie and collar.
She grins excitedly when she realizes she’s getting her way.
Leaning over, I get close to her ear.
“The very last thing I am is boring. You should know that by now,” I murmur. “Play nice, sunshine. Good girls get their reward when they behave.”
“And what do bad girls get?” She asks, already sliding up my leg and touching the front of my pants.
“Jesus,” I gasp softly as her hand strokes the length of me. This was a bad idea.
A very bad idea.
“Do you want a glass?” Miles asks, reaching his hand out to me with the amber liquid.
“Thanks,” I manage to squeeze out between my locked jaw as I feel my zipper slide down. Needing this drink more than he knows, I take a big swallow and feel the burn the whole way down.
A soft giggle escapes Savi, and I give her a stern look as she clearly enjoys my discomfort in this moment.
Conversation flows between everyone, and all I can focus on is not showing emotion on my face as my dick throbs against her hand. This isn’t what I’m used to. I’m the one with my hand between her thighs, driving her mad with need under the table. Not the other way around.
I should be giving her a dose of her own medicine, but I’m pretty sure she’s had too much to drink to not give us away, plus my hand is gripping the glass so tightly that I’m afraid I’ll lose control if I let go.
When I feel her fingers sneak up my boxer briefs and push them down enough to free myself, I jolt forward as my dick touches the fabric of my jacket.
“You okay?” Jake laughs at my sudden movement.
“Yeah, just got a cramp in my leg,” I wheeze out.
“The joys of getting older,” Travis laughs before their conversation resumes.
Her hand wraps around me, and I shoot her a warning look that does nothing to stop her as her hand slides down me slowly and seductively.
Unlike pumping me hard and fast like I’m used to, she goes painfully slow and applies enough pressure to make my body riddled with a desperate need to cum like I’ve never felt before.
The excitement and thrill of her hand on me in a forbidden situation amplifies the blood rushing to my cock, which is clearly enjoying this bad behavior from her.
FUCK ME.
I can’t do this, can I? There must be a special place in hell for guys like me to even consider doing this in front of her family.
Her hand doesn’t let up as it milks me slowly. Sweat breaks out on my forehead as I try to control what I’m slowly losing myself to and begin to face the cold, hard reality.
I’m going to cum in close proximity to her family.
There’s no stopping it now as I feel my balls tighten, and I grit my teeth to stop the moan.
Leaning forward, I bow my head to keep myself in the shadows, not trusting to keep my face neutral as I give in to what my body wants.
Biting my lip hard, I release into my jacket as cum shoots out into her hand. The world goes black around me as I succumb to the girl beside me, who holds me at her mercy as she greedily takes every drop.
Breathing heavily, I try to compose myself while her hand slips away, leaving me shaken and spent. Reaching my hand under my jacket, I tuck myself away and zip up my pants, leaving the stained jacket on my lap as I sit back against the seat.
Glancing to my left, I see a smug smile on Savi’s lips as she takes a sip of her champagne.
My eyes burn into hers, and she shifts in her seat, pressing her legs together. I know what she did just turned her on, and I could easily return the favor, but no amount of lip biting could stop the scream I’m going to pull out of her body tonight.
She wants to play with the devil…then she just got a front-row seat.
The rest of the drive is uneventful, not that anything could top what that little minx pulled out of me. I haven’t cum in my pants since I was twelve and had my first wet dream.
Now, I’m sitting here at thirty-two with dried cum on my jacket and thanking God for small things like dim lights and air fresheners blasting through the vents, masking the sex smell sitting on my lap.
By the time we pull up to Savi’s beach house, there are a hundred thoughts flowing through my mind about how many ways I’m going to make her beg tonight.
We say goodbye to the three remaining couples before shutting the door. Her parents got out with Travis and Sophia and are staying with them for the night, which means I don’t have to worry about keeping Savi’s screams to a minimum.
As soon as the limo is out of sight, I turn to her and raise my eyebrow, not even having to say a word.
“Don’t look at me like that. It was our first limo ride. I wanted it to be memorable.” She giggles harder when I narrow my eyes at her.
“I came in my jacket…while sitting two feet away from your father.”
“But…we didn’t get caught, so it’s all good.”
“I’ll show you good,” I say, throwing her over my shoulder and walking us inside. “You want to know what a bad girl gets?”
“Yes, I do…very much, in fact,” she laughs against my back.
Instead of taking her to the bedroom, I lower her to the floor by the pool table.
“A bad girl gets to beg.” Bending down, I slide my hands down her legs before I reach her sexy gold heels.
Kissing her ankle, my tongue swipes her skin.
“And after your pussy gets what it begs for, you will beg again,” I murmur, running my hands up further and sliding her red lace thong down her legs before tossing it on the floor.
Standing to full height, I walk around her and slowly lower her zipper and undo the clasp behind her neck, letting the black silk fall to the floor in a puddle at her feet, leaving her completely bare for me except for the shoes.
Her chest expands as her breathing increases, seeking the thrill of what’s coming.
“And then,” I whisper, putting my hands on her shoulder and kissing her neck. “Then you beg some more just because I’m feeling extra greedy tonight.”
Sucking on her skin, her head falls back against my chest as my hands snake around her and fill my palms with her breasts.
Moaning softly, she raises her arm as her fingers sink into my hair. Her tits were made for me. They fill my hands to perfection, and those tight pink nipples make my mouth water every single time I get a glance at them.
Sliding down further, I groan when I reach her pussy.
Never have I worshiped something as much as I want to worship this girl.
Bringing her pleasure has become my new favorite thing.
It’s a high that not even hockey can touch.
It turns me on even more that I’m her first and no one has given her this kind of pleasure but me.
“Knox,” she whimpers as I slide a finger in deep, feeling how wet she is for me.
“Begging already?” I tug on her ear with my teeth before kissing her soft skin as my hand rubs her pussy.
“Yes,” she moans. “Please don’t stop.” Her hips want to buck, but I keep her locked tight against me as I press into her from behind, clearly ready for another round with her when I feel my dick swell against her backside.
“But bad girls don’t get what they want right away,” I tsk, removing my hand and bringing my fingers to my lips as I suck off her sweet taste.
“I wasn’t that bad,” she pouts, clearly frustrated that I left in a high state of arousal.
“You had my dick in your hand while your brothers talked to me about cramps and getting older,” I point out, turning her around and lifting her up on the black felt pool table.
“That was pretty funny,” she giggles. “And fast thinking on your part with the whole cramping thing.”
“You have no idea how hard that was to pretend I wasn’t on the brink of orgasming.”
“Are you kidding me?” She asks, shocked. “You do it to me all the time,” she laughs.
“It’s different,” I frown.
“Why? Because you’re in charge?”
“Exactly,” I grin. “Now lie back for me and be the good girl that I know you can be. I want my mouth on this pussy, and I’m not stopping until I have you screaming my name on this pool table.”