chapter forty-five
Knox
I can’t recall a single time where I’ve felt as needy as I do right now. My hands itch to feel every inch of him, my skin burning with the desire to feel his body against mine. His lips, his touch, every brush of his tongue inside my mouth, every grind of his hips, feels like coming home.
He’shome. A home I never knew I needed. A home where I belong, where I’m loved for exactly who I am, and nothing less.
“Take this off,” I breathe, tugging at the hem of his shirt. This goddamn cast on my arm and the pinch in my ribs are getting in the way, not letting me do the things I really want to do, like rip all his fucking clothes off.
Reaching behind his neck, he grabs the collar of his shirt, pulling it off effortlessly. Tossing the shirt aside, he reaches for the hem of mine. “Let me,” he whispers, looking at me through his dark lashes. Taking my shirt off is nowhere near as sexy as his was, but he gently maneuvers my good arm through the shirt, then my head, before taking extra care in sliding the shirt down and over my cast.
“Need you,” I admit softly.
“I know.” Wrapping his palm around the nape of my neck, he pulls my lips down on his. Just like before, the kiss starts out gentle, tame, but quickly heats up. There’s an electrical current running between us. My blood has been lit on fire, and every lick of his tongue or caress from his fingers feeds the flames boiling inside me.
“Off,” I say, clearly unable to form full sentences while trying my best to flick the button on his jeans open. This fucking cast. I desperately need to see all of him. “Take these off. Now.”
“Someone’s bossy today.” He laughs, tapping my hip for me to get up.
Climbing off his lap and standing, I work my sweats down until they pool around my ankles, kicking them off to the side. Wrapping my good hand around my stiff length, a chill takes over my body as the temperature in the room soars to scorching levels.
As I pull his tight jeans down his thighs, my cock fucking leaks at the sight of him. His bare chest, which seems to have gotten tanner since we last saw each other, is lightly dusted with dark brown hair that matches his eyebrows perfectly. Dragging my gaze down lower, his happy trail leads to neatly trimmed brown hair and his heavy, impressive dick.
He gives himself a few slow strokes as my eyes dance back up his body. When I get to his face, his darkened, dilated eyes are watching me. His bottom lip is pulled between his teeth, he’s grabbing the back of his neck with the hand not wrapped around his cock, and his cheeks and neck are flushed crimson. He almost looks bashful, and it makes me want him that much more.
“Get over here,” he growls, dropping his hand from around his neck.
Walking toward him, legs surprisingly shaky and nerves dancing low in my gut, it feels like the first time with him. As soon as I’m within reaching distance, he wraps his arm around my hip, hauling my body flush with his. Our cocks rub against each other with the movement, both of us letting out low, throaty groans at the contact.
There’s been nobody since him and it’s been so long since we’ve been together like this. It’s sublime.
Our lips crash together into a bruising kiss, his tongue sliding into my mouth and dancing with mine, left hand weaving into my hair, right one sliding down to squeeze my ass cheek. His kiss tastes familiar, like mint and tobacco, and his fresh, manly scent is everywhere, invading all my senses, getting me drunk on all things him.
Walking me back until my legs hit the couch, he sits me down, climbing into my lap, lips never leaving mine. His hands trail down my neck, to my chest, tweaking my nipples and sending a shock of pleasure straight to my nuts. He drags his lips from mine, down to my neck where he sucks and nips right on my pulse point, causing my whole body to visibly shiver.
My cock is throbbing between us, both of us dripping pre-cum onto our stomachs. Bringing his open palm up next to my face, he looks at me, eyes almost black, full of burning hunger, and says, “Spit.” His voice is so husky, I almost come right here.
My eyes never leaving his, I do as I’m told, spitting in his palm. He brings his hand down to wrap firmly around both our lengths, stroking all the way to the root, then back up to the tip. The movement is slow, but rough, my eyes rolling back, mouth dropping open. Letting myself fall back on the couch, watching him work us both expertly while I writhe and fall apart underneath him.
My eyes slam shut while I heavily concentrate on not coming after three seconds, since my cock hasn’t gotten any attention lately.
“Eyes on me, Knoxy,” he mutters, strengthening the grip he has on us.
“Can’t.”
“And why not?”
“Don’t wanna come yet.”
“I don’t care,” he drawls, taking my right nipple between his thumb and index finger, speeding up his stroke game. “You’re gonna watch me while I make you fall apart.”
Fucking hell.This isn’t going to last. I’m a fucking goner when he talks to me like that.
Fixing my gaze, the smoldering look in his eyes is promising dirty, filthy things. My hips jut up to meet his strokes, my hand gripping his hip so hard, I’m sure there will be marks later. The white-hot pleasure mixed with the thick emotion floating around us is too much. My release starts working its way up my spine and into my balls.
“Fuck, Aston. Fuck,” I moan as my entire body tingles with anticipation. “Fuck, shit. I love you. I fucking love you.” I’m panting as my cock erupts thick, white streams of cum all over us. My body physically jerks from the orgasm which seems never ending.
“Holy shit, Knox. Look at you,” he praises, releasing my cock and quickening the pace on his own. “You’re so fucking… beautiful… when you fall apart for me.” Sweat glistens on his forehead, his chest rising and falling quickly, eyes open half-mast from the pleasure he’s giving himself. If anyone is beautiful right now, it’s him. He’s a fucking god.
He’s fucking his hand in quick succession, and I can tell he’s getting close. His pants and moans are on a loop from his mouth and his movements are becoming erratic. “Love you… so fucking much, Knox. Fuck!” He explodes so powerfully, his words reverberating in my head as his load shoots all up my torso, up to my neck. A deep, guttural groan coming from deep in his chest as he rides out his high.
Jesus fucking Christ.This may not have been our first time, but it was a whole goddamn spiritual experience.
Both of us work to calm our breathing while we look at one another. I’m not sure who starts first, but we both start laughing.
“Holy shit,” he says in between taking big gulps of air. “That was fucking intense.”
“Yeah, it fucking was. Shit was nuts. C’mere,” I murmur as he brings his face down to meet mine. His lips hover above mine, so close I can feel his breath, but not quite touching.
He searches my eyes. “You meant that? What you said?”
“That I love you?”
Nodding, he doesn’t say anything.
“I mean it with every fiber of my being, Aston. You shifted something inside of me, fundamentally changed me. There is no way I will ever go back to life without you. You’re fucking it for me.”
“Was hoping you’d say that.” His lips press down on mine, tongue caressing the inside of my mouth. This is so much more than a kiss—it’s a declaration, a promise. He’s mine and I’m his. No more denying, no more hiding.
Breaking apart, he goes to get us a towel to clean up our mess. He cleans me first, then himself. “Want to stay over tonight?”
“Yeah.” The grin on his face is wide and bright, making my insides tingle with fucking butterflies.
“Cool, let’s get dressed and go into the main house and find some food.”
It’s a warm night, with a little bit of a breeze, but comfortable enough that I didn’t have to fight my way into coat sleeves. I’ve had this cast on for a few days and I’m already counting down the time until they can take it off. Everything about it keeps pissing me off.
Walking in the back door, the house is pretty dark. Checking my phone, it’s only a little after ten, so there’s no way Weston and Katie are already asleep. “C’mon, let’s go find them. We can all order some food. They’re probably in his rec room playing video games.”
The rec room is off the living room, at the end of the hall. Both Weston and his dad enjoy video games and movies, so a few years before we left for college, they turned one of the spare rooms into what is basically a home theater. It’s actually pretty dope.
As we get in the hall that leads there, the light from whatever movie or game they’re playing is illuminating from the crack in the door, letting me know I was right about where to find them. Pushing open the door, I immediately come to a full stop, and Aston runs right into my back.
“What the fu—”
He stops himself from finishing the sentence when he sees what caused me to halt. The movie they’re watching—The fucking Notebook—is playing too loud for them to notice we’ve entered the room. Katie is straddling Weston, wearing nothing but her goddamn bra and panties, he’s down to his boxers, and they’re sucking face like a couple of horny teenagers.
Clearing my throat obnoxiously loud, Katie manages to rip her face away from Weston’s long enough to look at me like a deer caught in headlights.
“Yeah, motherfuckers,” I grumble incredulously, walking farther into the room. “You’re fucking busted. What in the fresh fuck is this, you two?! Hmm?”
“Knox, shut the fuck up,” Weston says, rolling his eyes like I’m being ridiculous.
“Can you guys put your fucking clothes on? We don’t need to see Katie fucking naked.”
Pinning me down with a glare, she huffs, “You’re so dramatic, I can’t with you.”
Turning around while they get themselves decent, my eyes meet Aston’s and he’s barely containing a laugh. “What is so funny?”
“You, man.”
“Me?! Why am I funny?”
“You do realize that we started off by sneaking around, correct? How can you be so appalled by them sneaking around… pot, kettle, Knoxy. Plus, this isn’t exactly a total shock.”
“Yeah, and you’re a fucking cockblock, bro,” Weston grumbles from somewhere behind me.
“Oh, fuck right off.”
This time he really does laugh while I glare at him. This isn’t even remotely the same thing. He’s my best friend. She’s my best friend. This can’t be happening.
“Cockblock? Really, Weston. As if you were going to get laid just now.” Katie walks over to us, arms crossed, bored look across her face. “Okay, Dad. We’re dressed. You can turn around now.” This causes all three of them to burst into laughter. “And you,” she says, pinning Aston with a glare. “What the fuck do you mean, this isn’t exactly a total shock?”
“Oh, come on. Don’t pretend there hasn’t been ample sexual tension here.” He laughs.
Scoffing loudly, I mumble, “Fuck all of you. Let’s go, you sneaky ass bitches, I’m fucking hungry.”