Chapter 22 #2
“That makes two of us.” Knox squirms and presses his lips together, but his discomfort, his need for me, only fuels my confidence.
I roll my left nipple between my fingers, and a zing of pleasure shoots straight to my core.
Moaning, I repeat the action.
“Now do the other one,” Knox demands, shoulders stiff. Heck, his entire body appears rigid, as if it’s taking all of his self-control to simply sit still and watch.
He’s a big boy. He can take it.
And I’m the one who gets to give it to him. The one who gets to torture and tease. To push him to his limits and drive him wild with lust.
You’re also the one who’s going to pay the price when he gets home.
Worth it.
“You want to see me play with the other one?” I drawl. “Say please.”
His eyes darken, and I have no doubt that if we were in the same room, he’d have me stripped naked in a matter of seconds. “Please.”
“Good boy.” I stare straight into the camera, meeting his intense gaze as I switch breasts, arching my back to give him a better view.
He sucks air between his teeth, and I grin.
“I’ve never been good at articulating my needs.
” I slide my hands down the silky fabric of my nightshirt and pull it up to reveal my panties.
“But with you, it feels natural. Like I can be myself without shame or judgment.”
“Of course you can, darlin’. You can always be yourself with me. And I’ll always love y—love that about you.”
Did he just— No. No way. It was a slip of the tongue. He’s distracted. And probably as hard as a rock in the back of a stranger’s car. Which totally explains the flush in his cheeks.
Focus, Ava.
“You know what I love?” I ask, silently cursing myself for echoing the L-word. “I love it when you touch me. The feel of your big, thick fingers filling me up is the sweetest torture.”
“Torture, huh?”
“The sweetest kind,” I repeat, slipping my fingers into the waistband of my underwear. “Just thinking about it makes me wet.”
“Show me.”
Those two little words are all the encouragement I need. I drag a finger through my slick folds and a wave of pleasure radiates from my core.
God, I needed this.
I hold my finger up to the camera. The promise of release is nothing compared to the choking sound Knox makes. “Do you see how much I’ve missed you this week?”
“I’ll make it up to you when I get home.”
“You can try.” Our eyes lock on-screen, and I lick my finger clean.
His eyes nearly bulge out of his head, and satisfaction washes over me. This smart, confident hockey player is as desperate for me as I am for him. It’s intoxicating, and I can’t imagine a world where I’d ever get tired of it.
“You want to talk about torture…”
I smirk. “I’ll give you a little something to hold you over until you get home.”
“If you’re not careful,” he says, gritting his teeth, “you’re going to spoil me.”
A quiet laugh rolls off my lips as I dip my fingers back inside my panties and begin touching myself.
Each gentle stroke is like a ripple on a pond, pleasure pulsing between my legs and flowing out through my limbs.
A year ago—heck, even two months ago—I couldn’t have pictured myself doing this, having sex over video, but it’s surprisingly liberating.
I’m in complete control, and Knox is at my mercy.
I circle my clit, and my eyes drift shut as tension begins to coil low in my pelvis.
“Eyes on me, darlin’.”
The words are little more than a whisper, but my eyelids snap open at the command in his voice. Knox is watching me, a look of intense hunger carved into his handsome features.
“Ah, ah, ah. You’re not in charge here.” I wink at him. “But if you were, I’d beg you to use your tongue.”
“You wouldn’t have to do that, because I’d be all in.” The corner of his mouth twitches, and he leans in close. “You know I like a sweet treat in the morning.”
The double entendre nearly undoes me.
I quicken my pace, rubbing my clit harder and faster.
Knox says something to his driver, but I can’t make out the words. I’m lost to the rush, chasing release as the tension between my legs ratchets higher with each pass of my fingers. It feels so freaking good, and if I can maintain this rhythm, I’ll get there.
It’s always been easier for me to come solo, but at least this way, Knox still gets to be part of the fun.
My knees fall open, hitting the pillows, and the phone tips over, landing face down on the mattress.
Knox either doesn’t notice, or he’s as deep in the moment as I am. It doesn’t matter. The only thing I can think about, the only thing that matters is release.
The tension between my legs is almost painful now. I’m so close…
“Oh, god!”
The words fly from my mouth unbidden, but I can’t stop.
If I could just…
“Yes. Yesyesyesyesyes.”
I’m so, so close.
A guttural moan explodes from my throat, and there’s a crash from downstairs.
Or maybe that was just the unholy sounds coming from my mouth.
I don’t know and I don’t care. I’m too far gone.
My fingers move frenetically, each wave of pleasure stronger than the last. Each wave driving me closer and closer to the edge.
“Knox, Knox, Knox.” I chant his name, wishing he were here in the flesh.
Just when I don’t think I can take any more, release finds me and I go careening over the edge, my back bowing off the bed.
I cry out and it’s Knox’s name on my lips as the bedroom door bursts open, banging loudly against the stopper.
My eyelids fly open, and there he stands, sweaty, breathless, and completely feral.
KNOX
Too late. Too late. Too late.
Fuck.
Ava’s eyes go wide, and she scrambles onto the mountain of pillows at the top of the bed. I can’t blame her. I probably look completely unhinged. I’m pretty sure I gave the Uber driver crazy eyes before I leaped out of the car with my bag in tow.
Hell, I’m not even sure if I closed the front door because I was in such a hurry to get to her. To hold her. To see the look of pure bliss on her face when she orgasms.
“Knox.” She blinks slowly, as if not trusting her own eyes. “What are you doing here?”
“I took the redeye home because I couldn’t wait another second to be with you.” I inhale deeply, trying to steady myself. “And you had to torture me like that?”
That Uber ride was the greatest test of control I’ve ever faced. Sitting there unable to touch her—touch myself—hell, even talk her through it, was brutal. Cruel. Total brat behavior.
“In my defense,” she says, stifling a laugh, “I thought you were still in California.”
“Well, as you can see, you thought wrong.” A predatory smile spreads over my face as I advance on her, a lion stalking its prey. “And now, I’m ready to make up for lost time.”
The little brat arches an eyebrow. “Oh, really?”
I nod. “I figure five days at three orgasms a piece and, well, let’s just say this weekend is going to be a test of my stamina.”
She glances at my cock, which is aggressively tenting the front of my joggers, and climbs to her knees. “Then I guess we’d better get started.”
Unable to restrain myself a second longer, I grab her ass and pull her close, lips and hips crashing together simultaneously.
Her mouth is hot and wet, and she opens for me without prompting, our tongues doing a familiar dance as we tear at our clothes, parting only long enough to rip off our shirts.
And then I’m shimmying out of my pants and she’s stroking my cock and Jesus Christ it feels amazing.
“I need to be inside you right fucking now,” I say, breathing the words onto her lips.
“Yes.”
It’s all I need to hear before I’m tearing the strap of her barely there thong, exposing her pussy. I hoist her into the air and she wraps her legs around me as I position myself at her entrance and lower her onto my cock, seating myself to the hilt in one swift motion.
Pleasure short-circuits my brain, and I moan as the tension at the base of my spine increases tenfold.
“Christ, I’ve missed this. Missed you,” I murmur, burying my face in her soft hair. “You feel so fucking good.”
She begins to rock her hips, and I’m lost to the rhythm. It’s hard and fast, and when we fall onto the bed, we don’t miss a beat, our hips crashing together in perfect harmony as we chase our pleasure.
Bracing myself on one arm, I wedge the other between us, working her clit until she’s whimpering, as desperate for release as I am.
I’m so fucking close it hurts, but I’ll be damned if I come before she does. My entire body clenches as I fight to keep my orgasm at bay.
Ava’s eyes are shut tight, a sure sign she’s getting caught up in her head.
“Eyes on me, darlin’.” Her eyes snap open at the command in my voice, and I stare deep into those dark depths as I bury myself between her thighs.
“You look so damn gorgeous right now, with your hair spread out all around you like a halo. I don’t know how I got so lucky, but I’ll never take it for granted. I’ll never take you for granted.”
“Knox.”
My name is little more than a whisper on the wind, but damn if it doesn’t make me feel ten feet tall. Ava cries out and her pussy squeezes me tight, contracting as she throws her head back, lost in the throes of ecstasy.
I thrust into her, hard and deep, relishing the feel of her body gripping mine, and it’s not long before she pulls me over the edge with her. Fireworks explode at the base of my spine, sending sparks of pleasure to every nerve ending in my body.
We ride out the aftershocks together, and when the last ripple of pleasure has subsided, I lay down on my back and pull Ava close, tucking her under my arm. She rests her head on my chest, and the warm glow of contentment washes over me.
“I could get used to this, you know.”
“Used to what?” she murmurs.
“Finding you in my bed when I get home.”
“Mmm.” She scooches closer, throwing one leg over mine. “But next time, we need to use protection.”
Adrenaline floods my body, and I freeze.
Fuck!
Fuckfuckfuck.
That’s never happened before. With Ava or anyone else. I’m a pro athlete, for Christ’s sake. I know better, but I got so caught up in the moment.
“Ava, I’m—shit. I’m so sorry. I’m STI-free. I got tested at the beginning of the season and I haven’t been with anyone else, but…I know that doesn’t mean anything when it comes to pregnancy. I swear I’ve never done this before and I’ll—”
She presses a finger to my lips. “It’s okay, Knox. I’m just as responsible for the slip as you are. I’m on birth control, but we should still use condoms to be on the safe side.”
My entire body relaxes, the tension melting away as quickly as it arrived. “Yes. Of course. It won’t happen again. I have condoms in the top drawer, I just…”
Didn’t use them, like a dumbass.
I close my eyes and push the thought away. What’s done is done, but it won’t happen again.
“I actually have a surprise for you. Open the top drawer of the nightstand.”
She lifts her head and looks up at me, curiosity shining in her eyes. “Is it your photo booth pics?”
Not even close. I shove a hand behind my head, propping it higher on the pillow. “Actually, I have a confession to make. Those pictures are in my wallet, where they’ve been for the last five years.”
“You’ve been carrying around a picture of us for five years?” she asks, her voice climbing an octave or five.
It does sound sort of unhinged when she says it that way.
“What can I say? It’s my lucky charm.” I pinch her backside with my free hand. “You’re my lucky charm.”
“Okay,” she says, blushing furiously as she tucks a strand of hair behind her ear. “That’s probably the best compliment I’ve ever received, but if it’s not the photo strip, what’s in the drawer?”
“Why don’t you look and see?”
She sits up and when she opens the drawer, her mouth drops open, forming a perfect O. “What— Did you do this for me?”
“I did it for us.” I prop myself up on one elbow. “I wanted us to have toys at my place too. This way we won’t have to worry about taking them back and forth. Some of these you already have, so I know you like them, but I also got some new ones. So we can experiment. Together.”
She stares at me with such unabashed joy that I suddenly wish I’d gotten a whole damn trove of sex toys because there’s nothing I wouldn’t do to see that look on her face again.
“This is…” Tears glisten in her eyes, and I pull her close, cradling her soft body in my arms. “I can’t believe you did this. No one has ever…understood me the way you do. Or cared about my pleasure the way you do.”
“Hey.” I cup her chin and turn her face to mine.
“That’s on them, not you. This is the bare fucking minimum, Ava, and you deserve so much more.
” She nods, but her eyes remain glassy, and I’m not sure she’s really hearing me.
“I just want you to be comfortable here, and if I need teammates to give you the kind of pleasure you crave, I’m down.
I am one hundred and ten fucking percent in. ”
She laughs, though it’s part sniffle. “Did I see a vibrating cock ring in the drawer?”
I smirk. “Damn right, and I can’t wait to try it out with you.”