Me:
It’s Knox.
“Maybe you should have led with that.” I shake my head and see the two messages have been delivered.
Me:
You were moaning out my name.
I press send and then look down at the three messages all in blue.
Me:
In the shower.
It’s the last text I send her before I toss the phone on the counter. “You need to stop what you’re doing,” I tell myself, too bad I don’t listen.
sixteen
I walk back into the bedroom, the robe slipping from my shoulders and pooling around my feet as I grab a pair of black panties before the matching night gown that reaches the middle of my thighs. My hair is pinned up on the top of my head.
My body limber from both the shower and the hour of yoga I did on my balcony, I walk back into the kitchen to grab a tea. I’ve spent the day trying to shake off the effects from last night and the memories that resurfaced. As I turn the kettle on, I hear a knock at my door. I walk over and I make the mistake of not looking in the peephole before opening it. Pulling the door open, I see Knox standing there, holding a tray of coffee in his hand. “Hey,” he says with a smile.
“What are you doing here?” I ask him and he looks down at the drinks and then up again at me. I want to say he has no effect on me, but I would be lying.
He doesn’t wait for me to invite him in, instead he walks by me and I close the door behind him. His musky scent makes certain parts of me tingle. Fine, I admit I find him sexy, but I also hate everything else about him, except his dick and his fingers. “Seriously,” I start as he walks into my apartment, “you can’t just show up here.”
“I came to talk to you.” I roll my eyes as he looks around the place and then walks over to the couch. He puts the tray down in the middle of the coffee table. “I came to say I’m sorry,” he states, and I walk to the couch. Even though he’s wearing jeans and a T-shirt, all I can do is picture him naked.
I scoff at him. “Yeah right. You came here to fuck,” I cut to the chase. He doesn’t say anything. He doesn’t have to, his eyes say it all, the way he looks me up and down and then bites his lower lip. I see the bulge in his pants start to get bigger. “You sent me those texts,” I point out, “and I didn’t engage, so you decided to show up at my door.”
“Does it matter?” he asks me, and I close my eyes. “I came to say, I’m sorry about what I said to you yesterday. I shouldn’t have said what I said, that was uncalled for.”
I fold my arms over my chest. “So you didn’t come here with the intention to fuck me?”
I wait for him to say something. “I—” he starts to say. “Does it matter?” he asks me.
I walk to him, his hands immediately shooting out to grab my hips and pull me toward him. “No,” I answer him honestly, “as long as you know this is nothing but sex.”
He licks his lips. “Trust me, Kylie,” he says, the hand holding my hip goes to my ass, “the last thing I want is a relationship.”
“That will never happen.” I put my hand on the front of his shirt. He bends his head and kisses me, my mouth opening to his tongue. He turns me and pushes me down on the couch.
Our mouths let go of each other, but only for him to pull the elastic out of my hair and then bury his hands into it. “That’s better,” he says before he kisses me again, getting to his knees in between my open legs. His hands rub up and down my bare legs, our tongues fighting with each other. He lets go of my mouth to kiss down the side of my neck, sucking me in. He pulls me to the edge of the couch as we devour each other, as if I haven’t tasted him in years.
I grip the ends of his shirt, pulling it up over his head, before kissing him again. He moves me back, kissing down my chest, gripping my breast in his hand before pulling the bottom of the nightie up. My hips lift so he can get it up, leaving me in the black panties. His hand comes up to rub over my slit and then circle my clit before his mouth comes back to mine. Moving his hands to push the straps off my shoulders, he stares, taking in my chest with the lace bunched around my waist.
“Thought about this—” He bends his head to take a nipple into his mouth as I lean back on my hands. “All fucking day long.” He moves over to the other nipple as I watch him and his mouth moves back to mine. My tongue slides into his mouth as I sit up, one of his hands reaching around my back and the other in my hair as we are chest to chest. “Got to taste you,” he mumbles. He pushes me back and then grabs both tits in his hands, going from one nipple to the next before trailing his tongue down and then pushing the nightie up so he can kiss my stomach.
He pushes my legs open even more, his teeth biting down on my panties and moving them to the side. It’s the hottest thing I think I’ve ever seen. He holds the panties to the side with one hand, while his other holds my leg open and he sucks my clit into his mouth. My hand goes to his head as he licks me. I use my fingers to play with my nipple as his tongue slides into me. He looks up at me. “Sweetest thing I’ve ever fucking tasted.” He rubs his middle finger down my slit and slips it in. His mouth goes to my clit as he slides another finger in.
“Knox,” I murmur as he runs his fingers up to my G-spot.
“Sexiest thing I’ve heard,” he praises, his finger picking up pace as he finger fucks me, “you moaning out my name. Hear it in my fucking dreams.” He presses on my G-spot. “You going to come on my fingers?” I don’t know if he’s asking me or he’s telling me. I just nod my head. “Feel you getting wetter.” His eyes stare into mine and I use my hands to roll my own nipples. “Then I’m going to fuck you like I want to fuck you.”
“Yes,” I say breathlessly, and just like he says he’s going to do, he makes me come with his fingers.
“Dripping down my hand, down to my wrist.” I arch my back as I contract around his hand. He fingers me until the end of my orgasm before he grabs my panties and tries to take them off, but they rip in his clumsy hands. I sit up as he kisses me, sucking his tongue into my mouth, tasting me on him. My hand moves to his pants, and I unbutton them and then move the zipper down. Pushing his pants over his hips, I grip his cock in my hand while his hand goes to my hair, tightening his hold as I jerk him in my hand.
