Chapter 17
Chapter Seventeen
Winter
As soon as we descend the red carpet stairs out front, the chauffeur pulls up as if he was summoned out of thin air. Impeccable timing.
Knox's hand goes to the lower part of my back, his touch still permeating through me. The driver stands by the car but Knox waves him away.
"I got it."
He opens the back door and slides me in. Our eyes lock as I look up at him. He closes the door and comes around the other side, getting in beside me.
The driver begins to pull away. I roll the window down immediately. My body is still on fire. Knox loosens his tie, the fabric pulling free from his collar.
The ride is silent, but it seems to go by quickly. I take deep breaths, trying to steady myself. I glance over at him. His eyes catch mine and we have this look between us. Pure lust.
My pussy is still pulsating. I can feel his cum dripping out of me, sliding down my thighs. I keep my legs pressed together, trying to maintain some sort of restraint.
Within moments, we pull up to the hotel.
We make our way out of the car and through the front entrance.
It feels like we're both scurrying through the grand foyer.
People are around—talking, laughter, the lobby somewhat busy.
But all of that is drowned out by the intensity of my heartbeat pounding in my ears.
We make our way to the elevator bank. There are already a few people standing there waiting. The elevator arrives and Knox and I get in first, moving to stand at the back. Four other people get on with us.
We're going to the penthouse floor. Each time the elevator stops, another person gets off. I can feel Knox's hand move down my lower back. Just the mere act of his touch makes my pussy twitch.
I take a deep breath. Finally, the last person gets off and the doors close.
As soon as we're alone, we turn toward each other.
Knox grabs me and pulls me close. Our mouths crash together and he grips my thigh, rubbing his hand up under the split of my dress.
It's feverishly aggressive. He slams me back against the elevator wall.
Then the elevator dings. We stop. Pull away. The doors open and we both walk out. Knox grabs my hand and we move toward the suite doors.
"My place or yours?" he says.
I don't say anything. I just shake my head in a whimsical way.
Knox pulls me with him as he pulls out his key card. He swipes it over the panel and opens his suite door, pulling me inside with him as he closes the door behind us.
I don't have more than a few seconds before his lips are already pressed against mine.
It's hot. It's intense.The moment is thick with anticipation, the air charged between us.
His mouth stays on mine, and he walks me over to the large sofa.
His hands sliding over my hips as I reach for the zipper of my dress, my fingers trembling slightly.
With one slow, deliberate motion, I let it slip from my shoulders, the fabric pooling at my feet.
Knox pulls his lips away from mine and sits on the edge of the sofa and exhales sharply, his gaze roaming over my lace bra, and his face staring at my bare waxed pussy.
He leans forward, his lips brushing against the soft skin just above my navel.
A shiver rushes up my spine as his hands travel between my thighs, teasing, exploring.
His mouth trails lower. My fingers weave into his hair as he tilts his head up, his eyes flickering with dark hunger.
With deliberate precision, he grips one of my legs, and lifts it on the edge of the sofa.
My panties are still in his suit pocket, so there is no barrier of entry as his fingers slip inside of my pussy.
He allows my juices and our remnants from earlier to coat his fingers.
A gasp escapes me as he strokes slow, then deeper, his touch igniting a fire inside me.
"Knox," I whisper, my grip tightening in his hair. He hums against my skin, his fingers thrusting, stretching, unraveling me.
My legs feel weak beneath me when he suddenly pulls out his fingers and places them both in his mouth, sucking off the juices. He gives me the dirtiest look while I watch. Then he gives a command in a low growl.
"Sit on my face."
Heat floods through me at his words. He pulls me onto his lap, straddled, his grip firm as he guides me forward, positioning me above his chest. His head falls back against the sofa, as I position my wet pussy on top of his face, his mouth claiming me without hesitation.
My body tenses, then melts as his tongue moves with precision, stroking and licking me from top to bottom, flicking over my clit.
I gasp, my thighs quivering as he devours me.
He alternates his tongue with two fingers, playing with my g-spot.
The sound is audible as he grips my thighs in place and he holds me right where he wants me.
I arch against him, my hips rocking as he tongue fucks me, drawing me higher and higher until the sensation is unbearable. My moans spiral into breathless cries, my fingers clutching his hair, as I grind against his face.
"Knox—" My voice shatters as the climax overtakes me. I let go completely, as I squirt forcefully on his face, my juices spread all over his chin, leaving me shaking, undone.
His mouth lingers, his tongue slow and languid as he drinks me in, his hands gripping my thighs possessively. When he finally lets me go, I collapse against him, panting.
He slides me back down onto his lap, his erection pressing thick and insistent beneath his trousers. I slide down between his legs, my hands eager as I unfasten his belt, then his pants. He watches me, amusement playing at the corner of his lips, but the fire in his eyes is anything but patient.
He shifts and lifts as I pull his pants down, his arousal springing free, hard and heavy.
My mouth waters as I wrap my fingers around him, stroking once, then leaning forward, I lick the pre-cum off of the tip with my tongue.
The taste of him is intoxicating. He slowly starts to stroke himself, as I place my mouth over his cock, sucking on it like a fiend.
His hands keep jerking his dick into my mouth, but then he reaches out and grabs my hair, pulling it tightly in his fist.
Knox groans as I take him deeper, my lips stretching around his girth. I move slowly at first, savoring the way he shudders beneath my touch. I suck him with hollow my cheeks, as his tip repeatedly hits the back of my throat.
"Fuck," he rasps, his grip tightening as he thrusts his hips upward, fucking my face. His control is slipping, his breaths coming fast and ragged. The tears start collecting in a stream down my face, as I gag and choke on his dick.
I moan against him, the vibration making his hips jerk. He curses, his hold on me unyielding as he guides my pace. I take him deeper, my eyes flicking up to meet his, the intensity in his gaze sending a rush of heat through me.
Then, with a guttural growl, his muscles tense, his toes curl and his head falls back as he pulses in my mouth.
He holds my head in place as his release spurts to the back of my throat, spilling all over my tongue.
I swallow every drop, lingering, savoring, before finally pulling back, licking my lips as I meet his darkened stare.
Knox lets out a slow breath. "You're too much.”
I saunter away, my legs still shaking as I walk over to the kitchen, open the refrigerator and grab a large bottle of water. I take a slow sip, swishing the contents around my mouth to help swallow him down.
I look over at Knox as he sits on the couch and give him a flirtatious wink. He shakes his head and then stands up as he begins walking over towards me. His big dick swinging back and forth, his body tight and muscular.
"Still thirsty, then?" he murmurs, his lips brushing my ear.
"Very much so," I tease.
He reaches his hand out, signaling for a sip of water as well. I hand him the bottle and he takes a long sip, his eyes never leaving mine.
Before I have a chance to take another sip, he’s behind me, pressing me against the cool marble of the kitchen table.
His breath is warm and sweet against my neck.
His hands slide up my stomach, then higher, unsnapping my bra with ease.
The straps fall from my shoulders, and he peels it away, tossing it aside.
His palms cup my breasts, squeezing them as his fingers tease my nipples until they harden under his touch.
I arch into him, my head tilting back against his chest as his lips graze my shoulder, his stubble scraping my skin.
He lowers his mouth to the sensitive spot at the base of my neck, sucking lightly, leaving his mark.
My breath shudders as he spreads my legs with his knee, his hard throbbing cock pressing hard against me.
He grabs my wrists, pulling them behind my back, locking them there in a firm grip.
"Stay still," he murmurs, his tone thick with command.
A thrill runs down my spine as he shifts, his other hand threading through my hair, gripping the base of my neck. Then, without warning, he bends me over the kitchen table, my cheek pressing against the cool surface.
"Knox—" I gasp, my pulse hammering.
He moves behind me, adjusting, his hands gripping my hips before he drags the thick length of his cock between my pussy folds, teasing me, making me whimper in anticipation. He teases my pussy with his fat tip, rubbing it against my entrance.
"I want to be inside of you," he says, voice edged with hunger.
"Yes," I breathe, my body already begging for him.
Then he thrusts deep inside of me, stretching my hole, his girth filling me completely. The sudden fullness knocks the breath from my lungs. My fingers grip the edge of the table as he moves, his pace steady but forceful, each stroke pushing me closer to the edge.
The sound of skin against skin, his wet cock sliding inside of my dripping pussy fills the air, the scent of sex thick around us. Knox growls low in his throat, his hands kneading my ass before one of them cracks against my skin, the sharp sting sending a shockwave of pleasure straight to my core.
I cry out, the sensation heightening everything.
He smacks me again, harder, before gripping my hips, pulling me back onto him as he pounds into me.
His groans are primal as he watches his long hard cock move in and out of me from behind.
He squeezes my flesh, as the intensity builds, pressure coiling in my stomach, tightening, ready to snap.
"Knox—" My voice shakes, my body trembling.
"Come for me," he demands, his voice deep, commanding.
His thrusts become punishing, relentless, and then I shatter. Pleasure surges through me like a violent storm, my legs shaking as I moan loudly. My release floods over him, coating his cock, and the sensation sends him spiraling over the edge.
With a rough groan, Knox pulls out, turning me to face him. He crashes his lips to mine, kissing me hard, possessive, before he scoops me up effortlessly into his arms. My legs wrap around his waist instinctively, our bodies still hot, still desperate.
Without breaking stride, he carries me across the living room, his grip strong, his muscles taut beneath my hands. I cling to him, my heart still racing as he kicks open the bedroom door and lays me down on the massive bed.
The moment he spreads my legs, I whimper, already aching for him again. His fingers slide through the wetness between my thighs before he grips his cock, lining himself up. Then he plunges into me, burying himself to the hilt.
A ragged moan escapes me as he stretches me all over again, the angle deeper, more intense. His hands grip my thighs, lifting them over his shoulders, tilting me just right. I scream as he hits that perfect spot, my fingers digging into his arms.
He growls, his control unraveling as he pounds into me, each thrust deliberate, wrecking me completely.
The bed creaks beneath us, the headboard slamming against the wall, but I barely notice.
All I feel is him. My nails drag down his back, my body trembling as another orgasm builds, this one sharper, more consuming.
"Oh god—" My words break off into a sob of pleasure as my body convulses around him.
His thrusts falter, his breathing ragged.
"Just let go," he orders, his voice raw, dark.
I shatter beneath him, my climax tearing through me like a wildfire, liquid heat spilling between us. My cum coats his dick, dripping down his balls, and the sight of it sends him over the edge.
"Fuck," he grunts, his body stiffening as he pulls me closer, his warm cum spurting deep inside of me. He pulses, as he empties his release and I can feel hot spurts of his cum inside of my walls. We vibrate against each other.
Then Knox collapses beside me, dragging me into his arms. For a long moment, neither of us move, our bodies tangled, our breaths labored.
I curl into him, our limbs entwined, the scent of us filling the space around us. His lips press against my temple, slow, lingering. We stay like this for minutes, maybe longer, lost in the haze of satisfaction, of something deeper neither of us are ready to put into words just yet.