“There’s my angel,” he murmured. “Let’s come together.”
Instead of stroking me as I expected, he tugged up his jeans and led me to the couch. He pulled his tank over his head, tossing it aside, then stripped off his jeans and underwear. Ink decorated a body sculpted with lean muscle. Dark hair trailed down his abs, lightly fuzzing the skull under his navel before joining the curls around his cock. He was hard, his shaft still shiny from my saliva, and I wanted to drop to my knees all over again.
He gestured toward me. “You need some help?”
My cheeks heated. I’d been gawking like a fool. I hurriedly shed my shirt and toed off my shoes. Knight shoved my jeans down to my ankles, making an appreciative sound as his gaze panned over me.
“Finally,” he said. “I’ve been dying to get you naked. That nightclub was too dark.”
Knight dropped onto the sofa as I finished stepping out of my jeans.
I eyed the cushions beneath his bare ass. “Have you done this before?”
“Fucked on a sofa?”
“Fucked onthissofa? Maybe I should get a towel?—”
He laughed and tugged me down. I sprawled against his chest and shifted to straddle him, one leg on each side of his hips. He caught my mouth in a hot, wet kiss as his hand wrapped around my dick.
I moaned and rolled my hips, seeking more of that friction.
Knight’s mouth was so hot and wet, but his hand was too dry to get us very far. I drew back and grabbed his wrist.
He flicked a curious look at me but let me draw his wrist up toward my mouth. I lashed his palm with my tongue, getting it damp, then sucked two of his fingers into my mouth, swirling my tongue between them.
“Fuck me,” he muttered, watching as I made love to his hand, getting each finger nice and wet, then letting saliva pool in my mouth and slathering his palm once more.
When his hand was nice and slick, I guided it down to my cock. He wrapped his fingers around me and stroked.
I groaned and rocked my hips. “Yes. Better.”
He grabbed my free hand and spit into it, doing a quick and dirty imitation of my actions, then dragged it down to his erection. I continued to rock into his tight fist as he grabbed my head and kissed me again.
Sensation overwhelmed me: his tongue, sleek and slippery against mine, the tight pleasure of his wet fist around my dick, his thighs, hard as rock beneath my ass.
My balls tightened, drawing up as the pleasure built. My cock pulsed, and I spilled in his fist with a strangled cry against his mouth.
He wrapped his hand around mine, working it over his dick feverishly. “Fuck, fuck, Angel?—”
He cut off with a deep groan as he shuddered and came beneathme.
I collapsed against him, resting my forehead on his shoulder as I gasped for breath. He ran his hand up and down my spine, caressing me as his breathing slowed.
“We didn’t get any on the sofa, did we?”
Knight laughed. “Pretty sure you got all your spunk on me, Angel. The sofa will live to see another day.”
He raised his hand between us, displaying the creamy mess, and I grimaced. “Sorry. That’s nasty.”
He grinned and licked one of his fingers clean. “Don’t be sorry. You can make me nasty anytime you want.”
I climbed off his lap, suddenly intent on cleaning up. “We both need a shower.”
“Great idea.” He stood and hooked an arm around my waist, holding me against him, sweaty skin sliding beneath mine. “We can clean up and I’ll reheat dinner. Then, we can go for Round Two.”
“Round Two,” I said faintly.
“Well, yeah, we’ve waited long enough. I don’t think one time is gonna cut it. Do you?”
