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)
“Nope. Not that patient.” He pushed me to sit on the edge of the bed.
“Not gonna stop you.” I tried for a lighter tone.
“Good.” His expression stayed chapel solemn as he quickly removed his own clothes. I held out a hand for him to join me on the bed, but he shook his head, clearly operating with some unspoken agenda.
“You’re in a bossy mood.”
That at least got a laugh from him, a harsh bark. “When am I not?”
“True.” Eager to get more of his usual good humor, I threw my arms wide. “Have at me.”
“Oh, I will.” Eyes dark and needy, he sank to his knees in front of me. I expected Mr. Oral Fixation to go right for my cock, which was certainly eager enough for him, jutting against my belly. However, Knox rested his face against my thigh, inhaling deeply for a few breaths, then pressed his head against my stomach, more shuddery breaths as he hugged me tight.
“Knox…” I didn’t know what to say. Didn’t know how to make this better. Didn’t even entirely understand what was wrong, just that my guy was hurting, and I’d give a kidney to take on the pain myself, spare him whatever was troubling him.
“Shush,” he said exactly as I had last night. I hadn’t been entirely sure what he’d been about to say at the time, but emotions had been running high. My chest had felt like crystal, thin and fragile, one sharp note from shattering. So I’d tried to will him to sleep, and now he was the one who looked two breaths from breaking. His mouth was a thin line, prominent cheekbones even more defined than usual, and his eyes begged me to not make him talk.
“Okay,” I whispered. “Okay.”
“Thank you.” He inhaled so deeply that his ribs lifted against my leg. I adjusted my posture so he was kneeling between my thighs, and he held me that much tighter, ear pressed to my torso. God, I hoped he heard whatever it was he was searching for. I’d move Mount Hood myself if he asked, and since all he’d asked for was quiet, I tried to will him peace. Pulling loose his messy ponytail, I stroked his silky hair, wound the curls around my fingers, and rubbed the back of his tense neck. Not talking wasn’t easy, especially when he started nuzzling my belly with his soft lips. His stubbly jaw dragged against my skin, and I moaned softly.
“Mmm. Yes. That’s the only sound I wanna hear. You moaning for my mouth.” He was a dirty-talking sex god staring at me, and I would have given up talking entirely to get his lips around my cock. As it was, his warm breath had me shuddering long before he traced my cockhead with his tongue. Moisture had already gathered at the tip, and he lapped it up eagerly. Jacking my shaft with one hand, he sighed like my cock in his mouth was the answer to all his worries, and lord, I wished it was that easy.
He took me deep, immediately finding my favorite rhythm, long, slow swallows where I could feel every inch of his tongue working the underside of my cock, and each time his nose rubbed against my trimmed patch of hair, I moaned shamelessly. And not because he’d ordered it, but because it felt so damn amazing.
Didn’t take long at all before I was fighting for control, trying not to come in record time. “Why are you so good at this?”
“You complaining?” Eyes twinkling, he grinned up at me, and damn, I’d missed that smile.
“Never.” Meeting his gaze, I stroked his jaw, but before he could resume his oral symphony, I tugged at his shoulder. “Come up here. Don’t wanna come this way.”
“Maybe I want you to.” His chin took on a stubborn jut.
“And maybe I want something for both of us.”
“Now who’s bossy?” He laughed, likely because we both knew how unlikely I was to stop him if he resumed sucking. What Knox wanted, Knox generally got, but I truly was craving his warm weight on me, and when he rose up to straddle my thighs, I groaned low, hands immediately going to his round ass.
“If bossy gets me a lapful of you, I’ll give all the orders.”
“No, you won’t. Lie back,” he commanded, proving his point as I obediently scooted back and stretched out as he’d urged. He settled himself fully on me, ass resting on my thighs as he lined up our cocks.
“That works,” I said gamely like I had any illusion of control over this encounter. I reached to fist us both, but he batted my hand away.
“Let me be the one.” He wrapped his strong hand around our cocks.
“You are.” He was the one. The only one. The one I needed and wanted and couldn’t live without. As he stroked us together, emotion more than pleasure kept threatening to overwhelm me.