“You don’t need tea.” One shake of his head. A scowl twists his beautiful features. “You don’t need a blanket. You need me. Only me.”
I don’t understand what he’s saying. Even less so when his hand fists the base of his half-hard cock.
He angles himself toward my mouth, one hand tangling in my hair while his legs brace me tight.
“No. Not a blowjob,” I murmur, confused and hollow.
I just want to sink into the moment, to sleep, to collapse.
Why can’t he wait?
“Not a blowjob.” His tug on my hair centers me.
Pain is his way of bringing me back to him, and it works, every fucking time. I’m more myself than I was a second ago.
“You’re lost. That’s why you’re shaking and crying. Listen.” He bites the edge of his lip, messy hair falling over his brow as he bends toward me. “You’re strong. You’re clever. Resourceful as hell. But you’re mine. When I’m here, you don’t have to carry the pain by yourself. You don’t need water or a blanket. Just focus on me. Only me.”
The head of his cock presses against my lips, and before I can think better of it, I let him in, taking him in my mouth.
He fills me and?—
Ah. So nice. I get it now, what he’s doing.
There’s nothing sexual about it, just as he promised. It’s possession; it’s Knox tethering me to him. To safety.
Knox doesn’t care that my teeth graze his length when they chatter. He doesn’t scold me or readjust me.
He’s my rock. My home.
The longer he stays inside, the easier it is to breathe.
The comforting weight of his cock in my mouth and his addictive attention are better than any sedative a hospital could’ve prescribed to me.
With my lips pressed to his groin, I’m no longer shivering. I’m…calmer. Better.
So much so that my crying slows to a stop. My bones don’t feel breakable.
“Good, Skylar.” He’s choked up, his dick hardening. But despite his growing need, he makes no move to fuck my mouth. “That’s it. Just like that.”
In fact, he does more than deny himself pleasure. He looks for more ways to ground me in this moment.
I purr as he leans in to tie my wrists behind my back. As he lowers my eyelids.
In the absence of control over my body, it’s easier to give in. To let him take care of me.
His fingers thread through my hair, combing it. Stroking it.
Heat courses through my body at his gentle devotion, and goosebumps prickle my skin.
I’m so into this moment, into him, that I seek more comfort. More of my Knox.
I squeeze my lips around his length and suck, humming at how right it feels.
His breath hitches. His body that’s been my fortress up until now, shudders.
“Take what you need from me. Only me, Trouble.” Salty precum trickles onto my tongue, his cock pulsing inside me. “Only—fuck. Fuuuck.”
Knox’s sudden orgasm surprises both of us. I don’t let up, licking him, sucking him dry. Thanking him with my lips. My throat, my tongue.
