Total pages in book: 89
Estimated words: 83039 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 415(@200wpm)___ 332(@250wpm)___ 277(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 83039 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 415(@200wpm)___ 332(@250wpm)___ 277(@300wpm)
“Oh, someone’s shooting, all right.” I groaned as he resumed sucking.
“You better.” He grinned up at me before taking my cock even deeper. The hand on his dick sped up in tandem with his mouth, erotic vision mingling with the hot pleasure zooming all over my body. Everything enhanced the rising sensations—the swing, the sight of Knox on his knees, cock out, for me, the sounds he made as he sucked and slurped and moaned around my cock, the soft lighting, and even the unabashedly erotic paintings on the wall. Instead of lewd as they’d originally seemed, now the paintings added a decadent air like this was our own private orgy.
In fact, everything was in such perfect concert that I almost missed the warning tingles and rising tension in my muscles. My breathing hitched, tightness extending to my lungs, oxygen in shorter and shorter supply until I was panting with each shallow exhale.
“Close. Going to…” I tried to warn, but my barely-distinct words were mainly moans.
“Gimme,” he demanded roughly, sucking harder and faster, hand on his dick blurring, and then I was coming, no holding back, no resisting, letting go on a level I never had before. But I’d craved this. The freefall, the quiet support of Knox’s left hand on my thigh, tethering me even as I relinquished all pretense of control to tumble into the hardest, longest orgasm of my life.
“That’s it.” Knox sucked more frantically, low moans escaping his lips with a few drops of my come as he shot all over his fist and shorts. The vision of him climaxing, eyes shut tightly, hand moving fast, built biceps flexing, jets of come erupting from his cock while he continued to suck like I was the best thing he’d ever tasted pulled a few final rough spurts from my cock.
And my soul. Lord, my abs burned. Thighs too, like the climax had taken all I had to give: come, sweat, brain cells, all of that.
“Wow.” Pulling back, he grinned at me, licking stray drops of come from his full lips. “You’re incredible.”
“Come here.” I yanked him up to my level for an awkward, off-balance kiss. “Pretty sure I should be the one doling out praise.”
My voice came out croaky. Had I shouted when I came? Most likely, although the cat was over on the daybed entirely unperturbed by our exploits.
“Oh, by all means, praise me.” Knox grinned before giving me a longer kiss. The faint taste of come had my body humming and my sex-addled brain already thinking about round two.
“If you want praise, that was the best I’ve ever had.”
“Yeah, the swing was a rather inspired idea.” He shrugged, but his rapidly darkening cheeks said he liked the compliment a lot.
“Not the swing. You.”
“Nah. I’m not that good. Just enthusiastic.” He pursed his lips, glancing thoughtfully at my still-out half-hard cock like he was also considering going again.
“Hardly. I mean, enthusiasm always helps, but there’s something about you…” I let myself trail off because I was perilously close to an emotional declaration I had no business making.
“Something good?” Knox suggested, eyebrows waggling as if this were all a big joke. “Something amazing?”
“Yeah, let’s go with that. Amazing.” Special. I wanted to say special, but I couldn’t. This was too new, too temporary, too forbidden for all the feelings surging through me like potent aftershocks. Far beyond any physical reminders of how damn much I liked Knox.
“Fabulous. Maybe my superpower is making you come.” Grinning widely, he whipped off his T-shirt to wipe off his hand. “The shower situation is also rather dire. Nothing big enough for two unless you want a bath in one of the clawfoot tubs.”
“Not tonight.” I managed to fake a casual, slightly tired tone. The sudden craving for a shared bath was almost too potent. I shouldn’t start wanting more than Knox could give.
“Fair enough. So this weekend. Primary suite. We’ll paint. Hit the discount place outside of town for a big bed. Fluffy linens and see what we can do to bring the attached bath into this century.”
“That sounds like a lot.” I accepted his hand to help me out of the hammock chair.
“Nah. You finally giving in to Operation Secret Summer fling? That’s a lot.” He shook his head, pleasure sparkling in his eyes like I’d truly done something noteworthy instead of finally letting my cock—and the rest of me—have what I’d wanted from the first glance. I might have to live without my brain for a few months, but it would be worth the loss of my logic and reasoning to have a little more Knox in my life.
Chapter Fourteen
Knox
“You’re a magician.” Monroe stood in the doorway to the primary suite, and the marvel in his tone was something I never tired of. I loved how he turned ordinary DIY projects into wonderous transformations. The dude had been part of an elite naval division, leading critical investigations, yet he always acted like I was the impressive one.