chapter twenty-three
Aston
Me: Anderson’s leaving in five. Get your ass over here.
Finny: Anyone ever told you that you’re bossy af?
Me: Perhaps. See ya soon, Finny. ;)
It’s been a week since the party where I handcuffed Knox to the bed, and I’ve been jonesing to get my hands back on him—and in him—since. We’ve both been insanely busy this week with studying for finals, so we haven’t seen each other.
Anderson is gone for the night, so I’m hoping I can coerce him into staying over. The thought of all the fucking things I can do to him for a night causes my dick to twitch in my sweats. So far, Weston and Cash are still the only ones who know about us, whatever us is, and they’ve stayed true to their word and haven’t told anyone.
Not that I’d care if more people found out, but I have a feeling Knox would lose his shit. If I’m being honest, that fact is obnoxious, but whatever.
Deciding to take a quick shower before he gets here, I grab my caddy and head to the bathrooms. With it being a Saturday, it’s packed, but I’m somehow able to snag one easily.
I cannot wait to get the fuck out of these dorms. Fighting for stalls and communal toilets is bullshit. I can’t wait for the day when I can shower in peace, jack off under the water without worrying about some dumbass ripping the curtain over and getting a free show.
Anderson and I were supposed to live off campus this year, but our housing fell through right at the last minute. I’m hoping we’re able to find a house nearby in the fall, because fuck all this. There’s a place on the same street as Knox that currently houses seniors and it’ll be vacated by the end of summer, so we’re keeping our eye on that one.
Turning off the water, I dry off and wrap the towel around my waist, making my way back toward the room. Knox is waiting outside the door when I get there, and I can’t help but smile at his obedience. It was a risk the first time I tried to boss him around, as he’s controlling and majorly closed off. It could have blown up in my face, but he loves this shit, even if he likes to pretend he doesn’t.
“Knoxy, my man! Glad to see you listened.”
“Bro, what the fuck!” His eyes are wide and frantic.
“What?” Confused as fuck, I look around, like maybe I’m missing something.
“You’re fucking naked.” He hisses the last word like it personally offended him. “And I’m waiting outside your door. There are people everywhere, and they’re going to think we’re hooking up.”
“Well,” I say, pushing past him to open my room. “We are hooking up, so?”
“Doesn’t mean we need to announce it to the fucking world.”
“You should really stop giving a fuck what people think, bro. That has to be exhausting. Who cares?”
“I fucking care, obviously.”
Dropping my towel, I turn to face him, giving my cock a few lazy strokes. That shuts him up quickly. “Listen, can you save the identity crisis for a later date? I’m horny as hell, haven’t touched you all week, and need to get inside you.”
He opens his mouth to say something before snapping it shut again, his neck and cheeks flushing an adorable shade of pink. Obedient Knox is my favorite version of him.
“Lose the clothes,” I instruct him as I saunter over to my bed. Making myself comfortable on top of my bedding, I watch his internal struggle before he finally complies and starts to undress. Continuing to stroke myself, I watch his eyes darken as he rids himself of each article of clothing.
I don’t need to see it to know he’s already hard, but sure enough, his briefs come down and his cock bobs, throbbing and needy. He gives himself a couple of tugs before he walks toward the bed.
“Ah-ah. Chair. Sit.”
“Are you serious, Aston?”
“Sit.”
Begrudgingly, he sits in the desk chair across from my bed, eye rolling and all. I know I said an obedient Knox is my favorite, but a pouting Knox is a very close second. He’s like a child who was just told he can’t have ice cream.
“Stroke yourself for me,” I tell him.
“Man—”
“Knoxy baby, I don’t like repeating myself. Do as you’re told.”
Sighing dramatically, his hand grips his length. I can tell he wants to argue with me, though. It’s killing him to want what I give him. I’ve gathered that control is a touchy subject. He likes when I take the reins, but he equally fights with himself about it. It makes the conquer that much sweeter.
“I want you to jerk off, like you would if I wasn’t here.”
The pink is back on his cheeks, and he pulls his full bottom lip between his teeth, looking adorably shy. He slowly starts to stroke himself, but it’s stiff, like he’s nervous and doesn’t want to really go at it. That’s not going to work for me.
Moving my own hand slowly up and down my cock, his eyes zero in on the movement immediately. His tongue darts out to wet his bottom lip, and fuck, I want that tongue on me right now. I need him out of his comfort zone first, though, need to get him out of his head. I want nothing more than for him to give himself over to the lust churning inside.
“If this is what you do when you’re alone, it’s pretty pathetic,” I tease him, trying to egg him on so he’ll snap. He always snaps so beautifully.
“Fuck off, bro. It’s awkward.”
“My finger has been jammed in your asshole, Knox. How is this awkward?”
That seems to do the trick because he lowers himself into a relaxed position in the chair, legs open wide, nuts hanging low, and quickens his movements. It’s hot as fuck watching him go to town on himself. I allow my palm to stroke myself while watching him.
“Use your other hand and play with your balls.”
Surprisingly, he listens, and his hand travels down his stomach, bypasses his cock, and grabs his sac. He squeezes and tugs them, his eyes rolling back at the dual sensation. He’s really embracing it now, thrusting into his hand mercilessly, and I could come just by watching him. It’s the single most erotic sight.
“That’s a good boy,” I say, voice raspy and low. “Oh, and Knoxy… you don’t get to come until I say so.”
This elicits another deep growl from him, but he doesn’t slow his pace. My need to taste him and touch him is too strong. All of my senses need to be drowning in everything Knox Finnegan.
“Get over here.” Lying down fully on the bed, I watch him walk over and climb onto the bed. Taking him in my hand, I stroke him deliberately, reaching over to swirl my tongue around his swollen tip, his flavor overtaking my mouth. Watching him above me, his Adam’s apple bobs up and down and he lets out the smallest moan that is like a shot straight to my throbbing cock.
“Come sit on my face,” I tell him, reaching around and slapping his ass.
“What?” He looks horrified, and I wish I could take a picture. It’s hilarious.
“You heard me. Come sit on my fucking face.”
His expression speaks for him; he’s unsure of the situation, but he follows my direction and throws his leg over my chest, straddling my face and watching me for my next move. Sliding down farther on the bed, I position his ass right above my mouth, letting my tongue dart out and feather over it. The foreign sensation causes his hole to clench, and he inhales a sharp gasp.
He grabs the headboard with one hand, gazing down at me with wide eyes. “What the fuck are you doing, man?”
“What does it look like? I’m going to eat you out and you’re going to fucking love it.”
Looking at me like I’ve lost my damn mind, he laughs. “Man, you’re fucking crazy.”
“Shut up and ride my damn face already,” I say, slapping his ass again, harder this time.
Using one of my hands to spread his cheeks, I dive in. I’ve never done this before, but it can’t be much different from eating pussy, which I know I can do. Swirling my tongue around his tight hole, I glide it up and over his taint before sucking one of his balls into my mouth.
He’s gasping and breathing hard, thrusting over my face and swearing under his breath. Moving onto his other ball and sucking it into my mouth, twirling my tongue all around it, I massage his hole with my index finger. I’m only applying a little bit of pressure, teasing the outside. I take my free hand and wrap it around his hot, leaking cock and start stroking at the same time I spear my tongue into his hole.
“Ah, fuckkk. Oh shit, that feels fucking g-good.”
He surprises me when he reaches behind himself, grabbing my cock, which is solid and aching, stroking me with the same rhythm I’m using to fuck him with my tongue. My hips buck off the bed at the contact, and I groan loudly. His hot, calloused hand feels fucking amazing.
He’s now thrusting into my hand while simultaneously grinding against my tongue. The noises coming out of him are animalistic and vibrate through my entire body.
“Fuck, fuck. I’m going… to come.”
“Do not!”
“I can’t fucking help it, ahh, fuck, feels too good. Can’t hold it.”
Without any warning, I remove my hand from him and sit up, throwing him onto the bed under me in one swift movement. His mouth falls open and his eyes go wide, clearly caught off guard.
Hovering over him, I wrap my hand around his throat, squeezing enough to cut off most of his air, then lean down toward his ear. “You come when I say you can come, and not a moment before. Am I making myself clear?”
With my hand on his throat, he isn’t able to speak, so he simply nods his head. I sit up enough to look at him, and he is a sight to behold. He’s hot and sweaty, his eyelids are heavy, his bottom lip looks swollen from him biting it so much. He is gone and exactly where I want him.
“Kiss me,” he breathes, voice thick with emotion. The quiet plea throws me off, a pit forming in my throat, unleashing a wave of feelings I don’t know what to do with. So, instead of saying anything at all, I lean down and capture his lips with mine.
The kiss is gentle, but swimming with passion, saying everything neither of us is willing to speak out loud. He opens his mouth for me and my tongue slides in, exploring, massaging, worshiping. He melts into this kiss, mewling into my mouth, hands gripping my hips. Thrusting into him, my cock rubs against his and we both groan at the friction.
Sitting back on my heels, I reach over into the nightstand and pull out the lube and a condom. Looking back at him, he’s eyeing me and what I grabbed nervously.
“Need inside of you, but I’ll be gentle… at first.”
“Wow, really know how to make people feel at ease.”
“You love it.” I laugh, opening the lube and pouring a generous amount on my fingers. Taking in everything before me, I can’t believe we’re actually here together like this. He’s sprawled out naked in my bed, needy and insatiable for me. I don’t think I could ever get sick of this sight, this feeling, this raw hunger for him.
Bringing my slick fingers to his hole, I massage my way around it before inserting the tip of my index finger. I lean down and suck the head of his cock into my mouth while I work my finger past the tight ring of muscle. He’s panting and moaning softly, and it’s music to my ears.
“Shit, Aston, more… need more.”
Letting my finger sink in deeper, I take more of him into my mouth at the same time. His jaw is slack, brows pulled together, eyes heavy with lust. I crook my finger up, letting him feel the zap of pleasure that comes from his prostate. His eyes roll back while he swears under his breath, and if my mouth wasn’t so full, I would smile. I love making him feel this good.
Sliding my finger out, I thrust back in gently, with two this time.
“Ah, fuck,” he moans.
My fingers scissor, working to stretch him open. My need to be inside of him fully is overwhelming. I desperately want to feel his tight, hot channel wrapped around my cock. Pulling out, I add more lube to my fingers before inserting three, continuing to work him open and get him ready for me.
Looking up, I meet his gaze. “I’m going to fuck you now, okay?”
“Fuck,” he groans, falling all the way back on the bed.
“Yup, that’s the plan.”
I can’t even help the laugh that bubbles out because of the pointed, unamused look on his face.
“C’mere, sit up for a second.”
Once he sits up, I cup his jaw with both my hands, forcing him to look me in the eye. “This is a first for me too, Knox. I want it to be with you. It’ll be okay.”
“Easy to say for someone who isn’t about to have a massive dick up their ass.”
“You think I’m massive?” I tease with a shit-eating grin on my face.
“Fuck you, you know you’re fucking huge.”
Bringing my lips to his, I kiss him gently. His hands come up to wrap around my wrists as he opens his mouth for me, groaning when my tongue invades his mouth. I work his mouth the same way I plan to work his body, rough and with purpose.
Breaking the kiss, he looks at me, eyes dazed and glossy. “Okay, do it. Fuck me, Aston.”