Chapter 6
AVA
Holy. Crap. I knew Knox was strong, but the way he carries me up the stairs like I weigh nothing at all is the stuff of fantasies.
What are you doing? This is completely unhinged.
No, it’s not. I’m a twenty-nine-year-old woman with healthy urges. Why shouldn’t I indulge them?
Because it’s not your style.
True, but Knox seems to bring out a side of me I didn’t even know existed. I can’t explain it, but he puts me at ease. He’s cool and confident. More importantly, I never feel like he’s judging me.
So, yeah, maybe my inhibitions are down, but I like the way it feels.
I had a great time on our date tonight. The conversation was good, and we obviously have chemistry. I’d like to see where things go.
Besides, it’s not like we haven’t had sex before.
Knox heads straight for the main bedroom and pushes the door open with his foot.
The room is dark, save for the soft glow of the moon streaming through the window.
He’s careful not to bump my head as we squeeze through the door, and when he deposits me on the bed, I climb to my knees and pull him in for a kiss.
His mouth is hot and wet, and he tastes like…me.
A fresh wave of arousal pools between my legs. If you’d asked me this morning if I’d enjoy tasting myself on a man’s lips, I probably would have said no, but it’s surprisingly erotic.
I make quick work of his button-up and toss it on the floor. His T-shirt follows.
His chest is broad and well-muscled, with defined pecs and a sprinkling of dark hair that wasn’t there during our last hookup. His V-cut abs have grown more defined too, and he’s got a slutty little bunny-trail that has me squeezing my thighs together in anticipation.
“Have I told you how much I love your ass?” he asks, gripping the object of his affection.
“I think you just did.” I laugh and start on his belt. “Less talking, more undressing.”
“Yes, ma’am.” He abandons my backside and grabs the hem of my dress, pulling it over my head in one fell swoop. His eyes rake over my naked body, and he must like what he sees because he growls. “Condom?”
“They’re in the nightstand.”
Knox flips the switch on the bedside lamp, and white light floods the room. He opens the top drawer, and my stomach drops when he pulls out an old photo strip.
I should’ve gotten the condom. I knew the pictures were there. They’ve been in that drawer for five years. It’s the photo strip from our one-night stand. When I ducked out in the morning, I tore it in half, taking the top portion for myself and leaving the bottom for Knox.
He turns to me, a wicked grin curving his full lips. His gaze cuts back to the drawer, which holds all my favorite toys, before returning to me. “Have you been getting yourself off to these pictures?”
Flames lick at my cheeks. I’ve never been so called out in my life.
A white lie won’t save you this time.
“They remind me of our night together. It was the one time I felt like myself and not the person the world expects me to be.” I clear my throat. “If I’m being honest, it was the best sex of my life.”
Did you really just say that?
Judging by his widening grin, yes. “Is that weird? Sorry, it totally is, right?”
His face falls. “You do that a lot, you know.”
“What?”
“Apologize when you haven’t done anything wrong.” He holds up the photos. “I’m flattered you kept these, and I’m glad they brought you pleasure.”
More times than he’ll ever know. “Do you still have yours?
“I do.” His expression gives nothing away as he retrieves a condom from the drawer. “Let’s find out if the reality lives up to the fantasy.”
He unzips his pants and my mouth goes bone dry. The silky fabric of his gray boxer briefs highlights every dip and ridge of his cock. He’s long and thick, and it’s obvious my memory didn’t do him justice—not by half.
Knox strips and I squeeze my legs together, attempting to recreate the friction that had me moaning just minutes ago.
By the time he tears the foil packet open and rolls the condom on over his impressive length, I’m desperate for his touch, every nerve in my body humming with desire.
Arousal doesn’t always end with release.
I know that. Of course I do. I’ve always struggled to orgasm during partnered sex, and I probably always will. That doesn’t mean I need my stupid subconscious reminding me right before I do the deed.
Talk about unnecessary pressure.
Knox reaches for me, and my chest tightens, anxiety taking root. What if he forgot? Oh, who am I kidding. Of course he’s forgotten after all this time.
Worse, what if he’s disappointed?
“I don’t always come during sex,” I blurt out, crossing my arms over my chest. This conversation would have been so much easier if I’d done it downstairs, before I was naked and exposed. “So you don’t have to wait for me.”
Knox cups my cheek, and I relax into his touch.
“Darlin’, I’ve waited five years for this. If you think I can’t wait a few extra minutes, you’re mistaken.” His eyes bore into me, and there’s steel in his voice when he speaks again. “You always come first. I don’t care if it takes all night.”
“But—”
“No buts. I don’t mind having a teammate…as long as it’s the silicone variety.” He gestures to the drawer filled with toys. “Which one do you want?”
My chest loosens, and I point to a purple bullet vibrator. “Let’s try that one.”
I’ve never used it—or any toy for that matter—with a partner, but it’s small and unobtrusive, so it seems like a good choice.
Knox applies lube to the toy as if he’s done it a million times. The bullet whirs to life, its quiet buzz shattering the silence. “May I?”
I nod, trying to swallow past the lump in my throat, but it’s as dry as my mouth.
Anticipation coils low in my belly as I try to anticipate his next move.
I’ll bet he goes straight for the clit.
It’s what I’d do.
Knox proves to be pleasantly unpredictable. He uses the toy to circle my erect nipple. The gentle vibration sends a jolt of desire straight to my lady bits.
“Oooh.”
His normally bright eyes go dark. Hungry. He stares down at me like I’m a feast he wants to devour. “Does that feel good?”
“Yes.”
He drags the toy across my chest and circles my other nipple, delivering another jolt of ecstasy.
My core clenches, and I have to bite back a sob. “Please, Knox. I need more. I need you inside me.”
Right freaking now.
Without a word, he positions himself at my opening. The blunt head of his cock nudges my entrance, but that’s as far as it goes.
My body aches for release, to regain the feeling of fullness I experienced when he fingered me.
Is this what it feels like to be edged?
If so, I’m not sure it’s for me. Of course, I probably have to reach orgasm for it to count.
Knox made you come last time—twice.
As if reading my mind, he presses the bullet to my clit. My eyelids slam shut as pleasure radiates from my core, and my hips jerk forward. The length of his cock glides through my slick folds, and my body sings at the contact.
“You’re in charge here, Ava. Show me how you like it.”
I push him back onto the bed and straddle him, positioning the head of his cock at my entrance.
This time, there’s no teasing. No edging. No waiting.
I seat myself to the hilt, losing myself in the pleasant burn as my body stretches to accommodate his size.
“Fuck me.” His jaw hardens and he sucks air through his teeth. “You’re so tight.”
Pride surges through my veins. I did that.
I roll my hips slowly, watching him for a reaction. After all, I’m not the only one chasing release.
“You look so good riding my cock.”
“I feel good riding your cock.” I toss my hair over my shoulder and repeat the motion, relishing the wet slap of our bodies coming together. “You make me so full.”
It’s a heady feeling, and though I’ve only come during P-in-V sex a few times, I still enjoy the intimacy of the act.
Knox holds up the bullet, offering it to me. “Teach me.”
With a slow smile, I take the toy and press it to my clit.
Stars explode behind my eyelids and my muscles contract, gripping him tight as I bear down on his cock, desperate to feel every last inch of him inside of me.
Knox lifts his hips, and ohmygod. A loud moan bursts from my lips as white-hot need rushes through my limbs, the sensation unlike anything I’ve experienced before.
“You’re such a good girl.” Knox grips my hips, but he doesn’t use those large hands to set the pace. It’s more like he’s holding on for the ride. “You’re taking me so well.”
My pulse spikes at his praise.
I increase the intensity of the vibrator and quicken my pace, determined to climax for him.
The steady thrum of the toy heightens my pleasure, and soon I’m making the climb, chasing my orgasm as the tension in my belly coils impossibly tight.
I’m so close. It’s actually going to happen. For once, I’m going to come and—
No. Nonononono.
This can’t be happening. The tension between my legs vanishes, there in one breath, gone the next.
My rhythm falters.
I try to get it back, rocking faster and harder, but my movements are sloppy and off-beat as frustration unfurls low in my gut.
This wasn’t supposed to happen. I was almost there. Right freaking there.
And what about Knox? What if—
His grip tightens on my hips, holding me in place.
I force myself to meet his eyes, bracing for disappointment. “I’m sorry. I…I was so close, but…”
“It’s okay,” he soothes, using his thumbs to rub slow, reassuring circles on my hips. “There’s no rush, darlin’. We have all night.”
If only time were the problem, but it’s not. It’s me. I’m the problem.
“I can’t believe how lucky I am to be here with you. To have these strong legs wrapped around my body.” As if to emphasize his point, he runs his hands down the outside of my thighs, massaging the taut muscles. “It feels incredible. You feel incredible.”
My cheeks warm and a spark of desire flares low in my belly.
“I could stay like this all night, safe and warm inside you.”
The feeling is mutual. Though he’s not thrusting, there’s comfort in the connection. In knowing we can be joined on this level, even if it doesn’t end in release.
Knox rolls his hips—just once—and that spark begins to grow.
“Do you feel that?” He repeats the motion painfully slow, and by the time his pelvis brushes my clit, I’m aching for contact. “Do you feel how deep my cock is inside you?”
“Yes,” I gasp, meeting his next thrust.
“I’m so deep, but I know you can take more.” His voice is low and gravelly, brooking no argument. “Spread your legs and take everything I have to give you.”
I widen my knees, sinking down until his cock hits that magical spot.
Pleasure lances down my spine, and Knox digs his fingers into the round globes of my ass, pulling me forward.
My clit grinds against his pelvis, and I moan shamelessly as I press the still vibrating bullet to the spot where our bodies join.
It’s almost too much, but I meet Knox thrust for thrust as he drives into me with unrestrained passion.
“You fit me so well.”
Thrust.
“It’s like you were made for me.”
Thrust.
“I love your body.”
Thrust.
They’re only words, but tell that to my nervous system. Every nerve in my body is electrified, a live wire on the verge of a power surge.
“You look so sexy with my cock inside you.” Knox thrusts upward, driving so deep that the line between pain and pleasure blurs. “I could watch you all day.”
His affirmations wash over me like champagne, sparkling and effervescent.
I lean forward, pinning the bullet between our bodies. The added pressure is exquisite. Sweat beads along my brow, and I squeeze my eyes shut.
“Knox, I’m going to—”
“Eyes on me.” My eyes snap open just in time to see him grit his teeth, as if staving off his own orgasm. “I want you to see who it is that makes you come.”
My release strikes hard and fast, a sonic blast that roars through my limbs, decimating all rational thought. I lose my rhythm, but it doesn’t matter. Knox picks up the slack, thrusting with renewed ferocity as I grind my pelvis against his, taking everything he has to give.
Then he gives one final thrust, his hips bucking off the bed as he follows me over the edge.
I’m a quivering mess as I ride out the aftershocks.
I collapse on top of Knox, resting my head against his chest. I couldn’t move if I wanted to, which I don’t.
His cock is still inside me, and somehow, it feels more intimate than the act of sex itself.
I could stay like this forever, sated and sleepy, our bodies connected in the most intimate of ways.
Knox rubs my back, making no move to get up. Though his hands are rough, his touch is gentle. Soothing, even.
I don’t know how long we lay like that, a cozy tangle of arms and legs, but I must drift off, because when I wake, his breathing is even and his cock has slipped free.
Moving carefully, I climb out of bed and tiptoe into the bathroom.
I pee and brush my teeth, and throughout it all, it’s impossible to keep the smile off my face.
Any doubts about real-life Knox living up to fantasy Knox have been erased. If anything, the sex was even better than I remembered.
Is it too early to start hoping for an encore?
Probably, though I certainly wouldn’t mind trying for back-to-back orgasms.
I shut off the bathroom light and open the door slowly, doing my best to avoid waking Knox.
It’s a wasted effort.
When I step into the room, the bed is empty.
My stomach drops. Did he leave while I was in the bathroom?
No, he wouldn’t leave without saying goodbye. I’m sure of it. Things were going so well between us, and the sex was out of this world.
What goes around comes around.
The thought lands like a blow. I flash back to the night we first met, to when I tried to sneak out without saying goodbye.
Is this karmic justice? Payback for ghosting him in Cancún?
The realization hurts more than it should. It was only one date, but I thought we had a real connection, the kind that can’t be faked.
I wrap my arms around myself, feeling like a fool. The worst part is that I have no one to blame but myself.