"Please what?" He's working on my cardigan now, pushing it off my shoulders, pulling my shirt free from my jeans. "Tell me what you want, sweetheart."
"I don't—" I gasp as his hands slide under my shirt, palms hot against my stomach. "I don't know. Everything. Anything."
"Anything?" His thumbs brush up over my ribs, my chest, and then he finds my nipples and I nearly come off the couch. "These sensitive?"
I can't answer. Can only make a choked sound as he circles one with his thumb, teasing, testing.
"Yeah, they are." He sounds pleased. Smug. "Bet I could make you come just from this. Just from playing with these pretty nipples while you squirm for me."
"Knox—" His name comes out broken as he pinches lightly, rolling the nub between his fingers. Sparks shoot down my spine, pool in my gut. "Oh fuck, oh—"
"That's it." He shoves my shirt up so he can see what he's doing, and the look on his face—hungry, reverent, focused—makes me feel like the center of the universe. "Look at you. So responsive. Does anyone else touch you like this?"
"No." It comes out embarrassingly fast. "No one ever—I don't really—"
"Good." He leans down, breath hot against my chest. "Then I get to be the first one to do this."
His mouth closes over my nipple and I actually scream.
It's too much. It's not enough. His tongue is doing something incredible, flicking and swirling, and when he adds a hint of teeth I see white. My hands fly to his hair, gripping hard, holding him there. He groans against my skin and the vibration makes everything worse. Better. I don't know anymore.
"Please," I'm begging, hips rocking up against nothing because he's shifted his weight and I can't get the friction I need. "Please, Knox, I need—"
"I know what you need." He switches to the other nipple, giving it the same treatment, and I'm going to die. I'm going to die on this couch from overstimulation and it's going to be worth it. "Need me to take care of you. Need me to make you feel good."
"Yes—"
"Going to." He kisses back up my chest, my throat, my jaw. "Going to take such good care of you, Toby. Going to ruin you for anyone else."
His hips drop back down and there—I can feel him now, hard and thick against my thigh, and when he rolls forward we both groan.
"Feel that?" He's grinding against me in a slow, filthy rhythm, and I'm matching it without meaning to, hips chasing his. "Feel how hard you make me? Been like this since I kissed you. Since before that. Since I walked into the bar and smelled you."
"Oh god—"
"Could take you apart so easy." His eyes are fully gold now, no human brown left, and instead of being terrifying it makes me desperately hot. "Could spread you out and eat you up and make you scream so loud the neighbors call the cops. Would you let me?"
"Yes." I'm past shame. Past thought. Just a live wire of want, sparking everywhere he touches. "Yes, please, anything—"
He kisses me again, deep and dirty, tongue fucking into my mouth in the same rhythm his hips are grinding against mine. I'm going to come. I'm going to come in my jeans like a teenager, just from this, just from his weight and his mouth and the way he's looking at me like he wants to devour me.
"Would you let me take you to bed?" He's panting now too, voice wrecked. "Keep you there all night? Mark you up so everyone knows you're mine?"
"Yes." It comes out as a sob. "Yes, please, Knox—"
He makes a sound that's not human, pure lion, and grinds against me harder. The friction is perfect, exactly what I need, and I'm climbing fast.
"So good for me," he's saying, one hand sliding between us, palming me through my jeans. The pressure makes me choke. "So fucking perfect, Toby. Going to take such good care of you. Going to make you feel so good you forget your own name."
"I'm close—" How am I this close? We're fully clothed, just grinding like teenagers, but I'm teetering on the edge, every nerve ending on fire. "Knox, I'm going to—"
"Yeah?" He squeezes me through the denim and I nearly black out. "Gonna come for me already? Just from this? Fuck, that's hot. That's so fucking hot, Toby."
"Please—"
"Go ahead. Show me how good I make you feel. Come for me, sweetheart."
His hand presses harder, his hips grind down, his teeth find that spot on my neck again, and I'mright there, I'm so close, I'm—
