SULLIVAN
Chapter Twenty
Knight takes a second to stare at me as he digests the horrible, thoughtless words that just left my mouth. A line forms between his eyes, and I am horrified with myself. Then he says, “Okay.”
“Anything you want,” I blurt to offset the pathetic request.
“Come here.” He rolls onto his side, pulling me with him.
Still facing each other, he kisses me, one arm wrapping around my back to press our bodies together fully.
My leg slides over his hip, and I feel myself molding to fit every inch of him.
The kisses are soft and sweet at first, but once we’re really entwined, his thigh slotted between mine and his other hand in my hair, our tongues come out again, and the kisses get deep, slow, and long.
Desire reignites with a flare in my gut, spreading heat quickly to my groin, my chest, my limbs.
Distantly, some part of my mind wonders if he brought any lube because I have some in my car.
I cleaned myself well, outside and in, not because I knew I was going to ask for this but because I had no idea what would happen once we got out here.
When I saw the blankets and pillows, I pictured a dozen ways to put all his planning to good use because I did wonder—some part of me worried—that he’d walk me into the trees, wait for me to drop to my knees, and whip out his dick for me to suck.
But I should have remembered this is Knight. Of course he’d have a cooler. He probably brought snacks, too. Of course he’d be romantic in some unnamable way that would get to me, and maybe, subconsciously I knew and prepared my body accordingly.
As my dick hardens again, I take his hand from my hair and place it on my ass. Reflexively, he squeezes, and I roll my hips against him. I stop kissing him for a second to say, “Go slow, but don’t stop.”
Gaze still on my mouth, he nods before locking lips with me again.
His tongue surges back into my mouth, and I let him in as deep as he wants.
His fingertips skim the spread cleft between my ass cheeks, barely grazing my hole.
It gives me a full body shudder composed of intense pleasure and revolting trauma.
I give myself even more to his kiss as his fingers continue to stroke up and down.
I feel for him—for his muscles, his curls, the distinct stubble on his jawline.
All the things that differentiate Knight from them.
I focus hard on his spicy, soapy scent, even the IPA on his breath.
I focus even more intently on the kiss itself.
I’ve only ever kissed him and Chelsea, which makes it so much more distinct and keeps me present. With him. Now. I want this so much.
One of his fingers rests gently on my opening. I’m clenched shut so tight, I’m surprised he found it. “Don’t stop,” I remind him, breathless from the endless kiss.
“Is this where you’ve been hurt?” he asks.
Fuck. Did he really just ask me that? Am I that obvious?
I barely nod before I’m back to kissing him and grinding on him, doing my best to relax by ratcheting my arousal higher.
“I’m not stopping,” he says even as he takes his hand off my ass. “But I want you to let me kiss it better.”
“What?” I ask, my voice startlingly high.
“Like I love you, right?”
“I didn’t mean—”
“I get it. We’re just pretending. Will you let me?”
“Do you really want to?”
I swear, even past the screaming cicadas, I feel a low growl rumble deep in his chest. “Yeah.”
“Do you think it’ll help me relax?” I ask, like I’m the virgin. In this respect, I am.
“I do, and I wanna taste you. All of you.”
Oh, God. This is just pretend, right? “How do you want me?”
“We can keep it simple. On your stomach? Or…you could sit on my face,” he says with a grin that shocks the hell out of me.
“Simple,” I say, intimidated by that look, but not in a bad way. Sitting on his face would imply I want to have any control of this situation, when all I want to exert is my consent. It’s effort enough.
“I have lube,” he says as we’re unlocking body parts and rearranging ourselves. He reaches under the pillow where I’ve been resting my head and pulls out a small bottle.
“A blow job, huh?”
“You know me. I like to be prepared.”
Do I know him? And if I do, does that mean he knows me too?
“Are you comfortable?” he asks as I settle onto my stomach and wrap my arms around a pillow.
“Yeah, I think so.”
I glance over my shoulder, watching as he kneels between my legs, both his hands lifting to massage my ass cheeks and my upper thighs. “You’re beautiful,” he says in that same growly way.
“You don’t have to go overboard with the love thing.”
“I promise not to say I love you. How’s that?”
“Okay,” I say quietly.
“But I do think you’re beautiful. You should know that. I’m sure I’ve said it before.”
I think he has said it before, more than once, but it’s hard to remember with his hands kneading the deep tissue of my ass and legs.
My hole is occasionally fluttering open, but every time I feel that happen, my body clenches it closed again.
I might not be able to do this, but I’m sure as fuck going to try.
I want this so much, it’s indescribable.
It could be so good if I let it. It could be everything I need.
But I can’t put that much pressure on myself or him. I shut my eyes again, reminding myself to feel this. To feel every moment of this.
The truck creaks and shifts with his body weight.
His torso fits itself between my parted legs, and his arms rest on the backs of my thighs.
His strong hands hold open my cheeks just enough not to stretch me too much, and then I think it’s his nose that runs up from my balls, over my taint, past my hole, and all the way to my tailbone.
He presses a kiss there, and it’s unexpectedly amazing.
The sensitive skin lights up at the feel of his lips as they move with long, lingering kisses incrementally closer to my hole.
“Shit,” I whisper before anything has barely happened.
I get a hum for that, and it feels incredible, too. “Is this okay?” he asks.
“Yes. Yes. I’m okay, I promise.”
“Can you send your dick over to my side?”
I don’t hesitate. I reach down and shove my erection between my legs, enjoying the strain and the pressure of the unnatural position.
“Jesus, it’s like Christmas.”
Somehow that pulls a laugh out of me.
Almost experimentally, he flicks his tongue against my slit, then pauses like he thinks I’m going to stop him.
I’m not. I only turn my head as far as I can and watch to remind myself who I’m with.
Our eyes meet, and he looks so fucking earnest. So good.
Then, like he’s finally taking me at my word that he can do anything, he sucks one of my balls into this mouth.
“Ohhh…”
I fucking forgot how good he is with his mouth. How voracious. Stars explode in my vision, and my body reacts all on its own. Shifting my weight forward, I draw up my knees, presenting all my parts to him in the most vulnerable way possible.
Another pleased hum comes out of him, and he wraps a hand around my dick, tugging it gently back toward him and rubbing his thumb up the underside.
Not like he’s jerking me off, but more like it’s a fidget toy, and I love it.
Each of my balls gets a turn in his mouth.
It’s cold, and it’s hot, and it’s all so wet, I’m a panting mess in danger of drooling on the pillow.
Because I don’t want him asking questions or checking in, I tell him it’s so good. I remind him not to stop.
It’s like my words remind him what he’s there for, and he releases my nut with a pop. He lets my dick go, too. His hands clasp my ass again, and he spreads me open just as perfectly as he did before. He plants a sloppy kiss directly on my hole.
“Oh shit,” I gasp. We’re in new territory for me.
It’s far too dirty a deed for Adrian to do, and Quinn is not in the business of making me feel good, so I didn’t realize how fucking intense this would be.
No one’s ever played with my hole. I’ve never been stretched or teased, and I’ve certainly never had this.
I might even recoil from it if Knight’s sounds were anything less than ravenous.
I lean into his mouth, willing myself to relax and open for him.
His thumbs dig into my ass cheeks rubbing small firm circles in the meat of the muscle.
His stubble scratches at my taint, and even that feels good.
Like extremely good. But it’s his tongue circling my rim, teasing at it that really has me panting.
I reach down to grab my cock, giving it a few strokes. It’s so hard, any friction feels electric. I could come from this. My leaking dick is proof, but I don’t want him to stop. When his tongue finally spears inside, I cry out, and he pulls away.
“Don’t stop. Please don’t stop.”
He doesn’t say anything, just goes back to exactly where he was before, only this time, he eases his tongue in slowly.
My legs shake. My fucking abs shake. I even make a shaky noise as my hand shuttles faster over my erection.
His kisses are probing and slow. His breaths are hot in my crack, and then it’s like he settles in with his tongue inside me and his lips doing almost all the work on the sensitive skin of my expanding rim.
There’s some slight movement inside, but mostly there’s a sucking rhythm against my hole that has me coming un-fucking glued.
“Oh fuck. Jesus. I’m gonna come.”