He nodded, reaching down to shove his sweatpants off his hips. They dropped to the floor with a soft thud and he stepped out of them, kicking them aside. I got my first full view of him completely naked.
His cock was fully hard, long and thick, the shaft veined and rigid, curving slightly upward toward his stomach. The head was flushed deep red, the slit at the tip glistening with a bead of precum that caught the light from the lamp in the corner. It jutted out from his body, heavy and throbbing faintly with his pulse, and I felt my mouth water at the sight, saliva pooling under my tongue. I wanted to taste him, the salt of his skin mixed with that precum. I wanted to feel him heavy on my tongue, stretching my lips. I wanted everything. His weight on me, his thrusts deep inside, the way he’d groan my name.
He scooped me up off the counter, his arms hooking under my thighs and back, lifting me like I weighed nothing. My legs wrapped around his waist instinctively, ankles crossing at the small of his back. His cock pressed flat against my mound as he carried me, the hot length trapped between us, smearing a trail of his precum across my skin with each step. The carpet in the living room muffled the sounds as he moved. I could feel theridges of his abs flexing against me, his chest hair scratching lightly against my still-covered breasts.
He sat down on the couch with a grunt, the cushions sinking under his weight, and settled me straddling his lap. Both of us were completely bare now, skin sticking where we touched, the sweat from the kitchen heat making us slide a little. The living room air was cooler, raising goosebumps on my arms and thighs, but his body heat chased it away quickly. I looked down between us. His cock stood straight up, right there, the head nudging just below my navel, so close to where I needed it buried deep. I wanted it inside me, stretching my walls. I wanted to feel him fill me completely, bottoming out until his balls pressed against my ass.
Gods, I was so damn horny.
But first, I wanted something else. Control, maybe, or just to draw it out, make him ache like I’d ached.
I shifted my hips forward, positioning myself so his cock was pressed right against my folds. The head slotted into the crease, hot and slick from my earlier orgasm, and I started to move. Rocking back and forth slow at first, sliding my wet pussy along his length from base to tip. My outer lips parted around him, hugging the shaft as I ground down, my clit dragging along the underside where the vein pulsed. The friction sent sparks up my spine, my arousal coating him in a fresh layer, making everything slippery and loud, the wet slide of skin on skin filling the room.
“Lina...” His voice was strangled, coming out rough like he’d swallowed gravel. His hands gripped my hips hard, fingers digging into the soft flesh above my hipbones, hard enough thatI’d see faint bruises tomorrow, purple marks on my pale skin. “Baby, you’re killing me.”
“Does this feel good?”
“You know it does.”
I smiled and kept moving, picking up the pace a notch. The friction was perfect, his cock rubbing against my entrance on the backstroke, teasing without entering, then up to hit my clit on the forward grind. I was still sensitive from coming on his mouth, my clit swollen and raw, so each pass made me hiss through my teeth. I could feel another orgasm building already, heat spreading from my core down my thighs, my inner muscles clenching around nothing.
“I could come just from this,” I breathed. “Just from rubbing myself on your cock.”
Knox groaned, the sound rumbling from his chest up through me where we pressed together. His head fell back against the couch, Adam’s apple bobbing as he swallowed hard. “Then do it. Use me. Take whatever you need.”
I moved faster, chasing that edge, my thighs burning from the effort of holding myself up. His cock was slick now, fully coated in my arousal, sliding easily through my folds without catching. The head bumped my clit with every rock of my hips, a firm tap that made my breath hitch. I braced my hands on his shoulders, nails digging into the muscle there, feeling it bunch under my fingers. I ground down harder, circling my hips once, twice, to smear more wetness along him, whimpering at the way it made my pussy throb.
“That’s it, baby.” His voice was wrecked, breath punching out in short bursts. His control was clearly hanging by a thread. I could see it in the way his jaw clenched, teeth grinding. “Take what you need. Make yourself come on my cock.”
The pressure built again, tighter and faster than before, coiling low in my gut like a fist squeezing. My folds were puffy now, dragging heavier against him, and the scent of sex hung in the air. I was so close, teetering right on the edge, breath coming in pants that matched his. And then Knox’s thumb found my clit, pressing down firm and steady, rubbing in small circles that matched my rhythm.
I exploded. The orgasm hit like a punch, ripping a scream from my throat that echoed off the walls. My whole body shook, thighs clamping around his hips, pussy spasming as waves crashed through me. Wetness pulsed out, soaking his cock and dripping down to his balls, the slick heat making everything even messier. My vision went white at the edges, pleasure so overwhelming it drowned out everything else, just the throb in my core, the way my walls fluttered, the distant sound of my own cries.
I slumped against Knox’s chest, both of us breathing hard like we’d run a mile. My forehead rested on his collarbone, sweat-slick skin sticking to his. His heart hammered under my ear, fast and erratic. His cock was still hard between us, trapped against my stomach now, twitching with need, and I could feel him trembling under me, thighs tense, the effort of holding back making his grip on my hips white-knuckled.
I lifted my head and met his eyes, dark and desperate, locked on mine.
“Fuck me,” I said. “Please, Knox. I need you inside me.”
21
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Lina
It was as if he turned into someone else entirely.
The moment those words left my mouth, Knox’s eyes went dark, almost feral, pupils blown wide until there was barely any color left, and every trace of restraint vanished from his face. His hands grabbed my thighs, fingers sinking into the soft flesh just above my knees, and yanked me forward until I was flushed against his chest. My breasts pressed flat against his hard muscles, the shirt falling from where I was grabbing it and making my nipples scrape over the coarse hair on his pecs, sending jolts straight to my core.
One of his hands tangled into my hair at the nape of my neck, gripping tight enough to sting my scalp, tilting my head back as he absolutely devoured my mouth. This kiss was nothing like the ones before. This was claiming, consuming. His tongue pushedpast my lips, forcing them open wider, and stroked against mine with a desperation that made my toes curl in the air. He sucked on my tongue, then thrust deep, mimicking what I wanted lower down, his stubble scraping my chin raw. Saliva mixed between us, dripping from the corner of my mouth as he angled his head to go deeper.
“Fucking hell, Lina,” he growled as his hips rocked against me, grinding up in short, hard thrusts that made his cock slide through my folds. The head caught on my entrance each time, nudging but not entering, coating himself in my wetness that leaked steadily from me.
And god, I was wet.Soaking.I could feel my arousal dripping down, a warm trickle sliding over my inner lips to coat his length, making obscene wet smacks every time he moved against me. I should have been embarrassed by how much I was leaking. Instead, I just wanted more, wanted him to feel how ready I was, how my body craved him.
“Knox,” I whimpered against his mouth, the sound muffled as his lips bruised mine.
He swallowed the sound and kissed me harder, his free hand gripping my ass cheek, fingers spreading me open slightly as he pulled me impossibly closer. His palm covered half my ass, kneading the flesh, thumb brushing the crease where it met my thigh. I could feel his cock twitching against my pussy, the vein along the underside pulsing against my clit, and the head brushing that swollen nub with every roll of his hips. The friction was maddening, hot glides that built pressure but never satisfied. Not enough. I needed more. I needed him inside me, splitting me open, pounding until I couldn’t think.
