Chapter 14 Ava
AVA
You’re a brave, sexually empowered woman.
At least, that’s what I tell myself as I raise my hand to knock on Knox’s door. McGinnis is out for the night, so he suggested I come to his place instead. Apparently, he has a bigger bed with more room for activities.
My belly dips, and I don’t know if it’s nerves or anticipation. The fear of being caught is nearly overwhelming, but I can’t deny it adds to the excitement. I’ve never had a situationship before, and I’m not really sure what the protocol is, but I’m doing it nonetheless.
The door swings open and Knox stands there, wearing a Gliders tee and a pair of low-slung gray sweatpants that reveal every inch of his long length.
My throat goes dry at the sight. “Nice pants.”
He leans forward, his forearm resting against the doorjamb. “I thought you’d like them.”
His voice is a low rasp, which, combined with the sweatpants, does obscene things to my body.
Arousal pools between my legs, and I find myself stretching up on my toes, a summer bloom reaching for the sky.
Knox takes the hint, slipping an arm around my waist and pulling me flush against his body. The feel of his hard chest and growing erection ignites a fire in me, and as he crushes his lips to mine, I melt into his embrace.
God, this feels good. Has it only been a week since we last kissed? How is that possible? It feels like it’s been months of long days and endless nights.
Knox pulls me inside and shuts the door behind us, throwing the lock.
“Are you sure this is okay?” I ask, coming up for air. “What if McGinnis comes home?”
“He won’t.” Knox brushes a stray hair from my forehead. “He’s hitting the club with a couple of the guys and staying downtown tonight.”
I scrunch my nose, mentally pulling up his profile. “He’s not legal. Does he have a fake ID?”
“I didn’t ask.” He grins. “Tonight he’s D-Vo’s problem.” At the look on my face, he adds, “Don’t worry. There are plenty of eighteen-plus clubs, and D-Vo won’t let him get into any trouble. You and I, on the other hand…”
I laugh and he takes my hand, leading me up the stairs.
Like my bedroom, Knox’s is on the upper level of the townhouse. He flips the light-switch when we enter, and a soft white glow fills the tidy room.
“You weren’t kidding about the bed.” I move to the foot and run my hand over the down comforter. “It’s huge.”
He shrugs. “I’m a big guy, and I like to stretch out.”
Knox steps up behind me, looping his arms around my waist. The feel of his hard chest pressed to my back is comforting, but I didn’t come here for comfort.
I turn and his mouth crashes into mine. The kiss is hard and deep, our teeth grinding together as a week’s worth of pent-up frustration passes between us.
His hands rove over my body, setting my nerve endings alight, and a quiet moan passes between my lips.
Knox swallows it down, taking everything I have to offer.
“Finally,” he breathes against my lips. “I’ve been dying to do that all week. Do you have any idea how hard it is to see you every day at the Iceplex and not be able to touch you? It’s been killing me, darlin’.”
This feeling of being desired—of being desirable—is delicious. No one has ever made me feel the way he does, and for as long as we have this arrangement, I’m going to enjoy it.
We tear at our clothes, a tangle of arms and legs, discarding every piece of fabric that keeps us from being skin to skin. Knox presses frantic, open-mouthed kisses to my exposed flesh, and by the time we’re naked, we’re both breathing hard.
Knox continues his exploration of my body, and I relish the feel of his calloused fingers on my bare skin, scraping over my breasts and belly like he can’t get enough.
“This isn’t working,” he mumbles against my lips. “We need to get you a step stool, or I’m going to have a permanent crick in my neck.”
I laugh as he cups my butt and lifts me into the air. I instinctively wrap my legs around him, centering his long, thick erection over my core.
He groans and a thrill races up my spine as he squeezes my backside. I rub against him, enjoying the feel of his shaft gliding along my slick folds. The head of his penis slides over my clit, and starbursts explode behind my eyelids.
Oh god. How am I ever going to give this up?
Now isn’t the time to worry about it.
Right. I need to stay calm, relaxed, and fully in the moment.
“You feel so freaking good,” I rasp, rolling my hips. The head of his cock slips inside, and I gasp.
“Condom,” he murmurs, kissing my forehead. “We need a condom.”
He carries me to the bed and lays me down gently before turning to the nightstand.
I catch his hand. “Wait.”
Knox freezes, concern flickering across his face. “What’s wrong?”
“Nothing.” I sit up, heart nearly pounding out of my chest. “I just…I want to make you feel good first.”
His brows draw together. “Darlin’, you don’t have to—”
“I know I don’t have to.” I cut him off, my voice firm. I’ve never been one to take charge in the bedroom, but this feels right. “I want to. You’ve always put my needs first, patiently pleasuring me no matter how long it took for me to come. This time, I want to put you first.”
At least he’ll come, even if I don’t.
The thought is there, unbidden, and I silently curse the insecurity I can’t quite shake, despite Knox’s efforts to reassure me.
Each time we’ve been together, he put my needs—my pleasure—first. Not once has he made me feel guilty or ashamed for needing more time and more stimulation. He’s been enthusiastic at every turn.
Which is why I want to give him the kind of attention he’s given me. The kind he deserves.
“Ava—”
“Please.” I squeeze his hand. I’m not above begging, if that’s what it takes to convince him. “This is what I want.”
He studies my face for a long moment, then nods. “Okay.”
A frisson of excitement fills my chest as I scoot to the edge of the bed.
I kneel before him so I’m at just the right height. Knox stands before me, the broad head of his cock looking more delectable than any dessert I’ve ever tried.
I take him in my hand and stroke gently, memorizing every vein and ridge. He’s thick—so thick I can’t get my fingers all the way around his shaft—but that’s not surprising given our size difference.
A bead of precum glistens on the tip, and I lean forward, licking it up with a flick of my tongue. He’s salty and musky and entirely male.
Knox groans, and I do it again, using the flat of my tongue this time and swirling it around the tip, like I’m licking an ice cream cone.
He must like it because he tangles his fingers in my hair, and before I know it, he’s untied my braid and his hands are fisted in the loose waves.
I take him into my mouth, gently massaging his shaft with my tongue, and as I slowly take him deeper, he moans again.
It’s a heady feeling having such a large man at my mercy, and I relish it. I take him deeper, working him harder, my lips gliding over his shaft in an increasingly fast rhythm.
The act is erotic, and I’m aroused despite the fact that he hasn’t touched me.
Is this what it feels like for him when he’s going down on me?
Knox’s grip on my hair tightens, and then he’s thrusting into my mouth. He’s gentle, never pushing too hard or too deep, but I want him to feel the kind of pleasure he’s given me.
I release him and sit up to look him in the eye.
“Did I hurt you?” Concern is etched in the lines of his face. It only stokes my need. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to—”
“I want you to fuck my mouth.”
The words explode from my lips, and his eyebrows shoot up. Fair. I don’t usually swear, and it’s a pretty brazen request for me.
When he finally responds, his voice is strained. “Are you sure?”
“Yes.”
I’ve never been so sure of anything in my life. I want to feel him in the back of my throat, and I want him to experience the exquisite release he’s given me so many times before.
“I don’t want to hurt you.”
“I’m not going to break, Knox.” I hold his gaze, willing him to see the desire burning in my eyes. “I can take it. Ruin me.”
He sucks in a sharp breath, and his cock twitches in my hand.
I lean back down, licking the head of his cock. At first, Knox stands rigid, his hands fisted at his sides.
He just needs a little encouragement.
I relax my throat and jaw, letting him slide deeper.
He begins to thrust, tentative at first, and then his hands are in my hair again and he’s fucking my mouth, the head of his cock hitting the back of my throat.
I gag, but just like with sex, he talks me through it, his voice a low rumble.
“That’s it, darlin’. You’re taking me so well.”
Thrust.
“Your mouth was made for my cock.”
Thrust.
“You’re my good girl, Ava. So hot and wet, just how I like it.”
Thrust.
Tears sting my eyes, but every time he hits the back of my throat, it’s a pleasure unlike any other—for both of us, judging by his ragged breath.
“Do you like the taste of my cock?” he growls.
I moan unintelligibly, and it must feel good because he groans right along with me.
“Are you wet, Ava? Does sucking my cock get you off?”
I moan again, and he hisses through his teeth.
“Touch yourself while I fuck your mouth. I want us both to come.”
He continues thrusting, and I can tell he’s close because every word is more like a growl and he’s got a tight leash on his control.
I touch my clit, and it’s almost more than I can bear. I’m so aroused it’s painful, and with Knox’s cock in my mouth, I’m just too sensitive.
A fresh wave of arousal washes over me, and I grab onto it, circling my clit faster and harder.
Knox lets out a soul-deep roar and thrusts one last time, his hot cum filling my mouth. I swallow it down, savoring the salty taste of him.
I continue to pleasure myself, and Knox offers words of encouragement, his cock still warm in my mouth.
“That’s it, darlin’. You’re so close. I can see it.”
My orgasm strikes hard and fast, the force of it nearly splitting me in two as a tsunami of pleasure rolls through my body, washing away the rest of the world and leaving only me and Knox.
He leans down and kisses me once on the forehead, and then, when I release him, once on the lips. “That was the best damn orgasm of my life.”
I collapse back onto the bed, boneless and grinning like a fool.
I gave Knox St. James the best orgasm of his life. Me. Ava Washington.
It’s surreal, and I’m absurdly proud of the accomplishment.
He pulls back the comforter and tucks me into bed with his eight million pillows, and then he disappears from the room.
This time, I don’t worry about where he’s gone. I know he’ll be back, hopefully with a snack because I was too stressed to eat dessert earlier.
He returns a few minutes later, carrying a plate with several thick slices of chocolate chip pumpkin bread.
“You’re going to spoil me,” I warn, though the scent of the bread already has my mouth watering.
Knox chuckles. “That’s the plan.”
He climbs into bed beside me and settles the plate on his lap. Then he grabs a fork and feeds me a bite of his latest creation.
My eyes roll back in my head. The bread is moist and flavorful, and the semi-sweet chocolate is the perfect complement to the pumpkin flavor.
“Oh wow. This might be better than the cookies.” He grins and offers me another bite. “Between all the treats and this big, cozy bed, which is way more comfortable than mine, I might never leave.”
“You’re welcome to come over any time and make yourself at home.”
I shake my head. “That’s not going to happen. This is just sex, remember? Sleepovers in your bed would be begging to get caught.”
His expression turns serious. “Either way, I want you to have a key. Like Coach said, in case of emergency.”
“Knox—”
“I’m serious, Ava. What if you get locked out again? Or what if something happens and you need help? I want to know you can get to me, and that you have a safe place to go if you ever need it.”
My chest tightens at the sincerity in his voice. “Okay.”
We finish the pumpkin bread in comfortable silence, and I curl up next to him, my head resting on his chest.
I stroke his cock absently, tracing lazy patterns along his shaft.
To my shock, it starts to harden beneath my touch.
“Are you kidding me?” I sit up, staring at him in disbelief. “You must have the world’s fastest recovery time.”
He grins, looking entirely too smug. “Just one of the many benefits of being an elite athlete.”
“Oh, really?” I rub my thumb over the head of his cock. “What are the other benefits?”
His eyes darken, and he rolls me onto my back, caging me beneath his body. “It’s better if I show you.”