Forsaken Desires (The Deepest Desires 2)

chapter twenty-two

Knox

He’s torturing me.

This is the second orgasm he’s denied me in the last twelve hours, and I feel like my balls are going to explode. He’s undressing in front of me agonizingly slow, and I can’t touch him because he has me handcuffed to the damn bed. Never thought I’d see the day I’d be in this position.

“Aston,” I growl, pulling on the cuffs like it’s going to do me any good.

“Yes, Knox?” His voice is laced with gravel, deep and raspy, shooting straight to my achingly hard cock. He knows what he’s doing to me; the look in his eyes gives him away.

“I need you to touch me, or uncuff me so I can do it myself.”

He walks closer to where I’m at on the bed, shirt off, jeans unbuttoned and hanging from his hips, his massive cock straining against his briefs. Reaching down and slapping my cheek—not too hard, but hard enough to sting—he says, “Knoxy, it’s time you learn some patience.”

“Fuck off.” I’m so fucking horny, I would do just about anything to get him to let me come.

Sliding his jeans and underwear down his legs, I watch as his cock springs to attention and he gives himself a few lazy tugs. My mouth waters and I whimper—actually fucking whimper. Fuck, my need for him is too strong.

He grabs something I can’t see from the nightstand before getting between my legs on the bed. “Do you trust me?” he asks, fingertips dancing along my shaft, a chill rolling through my body.

“That’s a loaded question, but if it gets you to let me come, then sure.”

Rolling his eyes and smirking, he leans down and takes my cock in his mouth again. My hips buck off the bed at the contact, and I groan embarrassingly loud. His left hand grabs my nuts, rolling them around in his hand while he takes my shaft deep in his throat.

He starts gently massaging his thumb over my taint, and my eyes roll back. The messy, slurping noises coming from his mouth are downright filthy, and are doing nothing but igniting the flames coursing through my blood.

Reaching over, he grabs the item he pulled out from the drawer, which I now see is lube. Flicking open the cap, he pours a liberal amount over his fingers.

“Whoa, hey! Wh-what are you doing with that?”

“Trust me, okay? I promise not to do anything you don’t like, but trust me first.”

I can’t think of anything to say to that, he sounds so sincere. Nodding nervously, I force myself to relax, preparing for whatever he’s about to give me.

Taking my cock in his left hand, he strokes firmly, bringing his lube-coated fingers up to my hole. I clench subconsciously, but allow myself to relax when he looks up at me with dark eyes and a raised brow.

Trust him.

With steady strokes on my cock, he begins massaging around the hole, not quite breaching it yet. “You okay?” he asks, looking at me through his lashes.

“Yeah, it feels good,” I admit, because it does. I’m nervous as fuck about what he’s going to do, but I know it’s going to feel good.

Applying a little more pressure, he pushes the tip of his finger in, and I gasp at the intrusion. “Fuck, man!”

“You’re okay, Knox. I promise after you get past the initial burn, it’ll feel fucking amazing.”

His statement irks me and leaves me feeling kind of insecure. Before I can think twice about it, I blurt out, “How many fucking guys have you been with?”

Stopping all movement, his eyes dart to mine, amusement dancing in them. “What?”

“You heard me.”

“Why now, of all times, would you think to ask me that?”

“You know how fucking amazing this is going to feel. I’ve never done this before and you’re over here experienced and fucking cocky, knowing all the gay moves.”

He tosses his head back, roaring with laughter, which infuriates me further.

“What is so fucking funny, man?”

“You! You’ve got it way wrong.” I’m not oblivious to the way he’s still stroking me or how his fingertip is still inside my ass.

“How?”

“I’ve never been with any other guys, Knox. Well, I briefly got sample head from Travis before you barged into the room like a neanderthal, but that’s it. This is new for me, too.”

What?He’s never been with a guy? But, then how— “How do you know how to do this and know that it feels good, then?”

His body language shifts slightly, leaving him to look… shy, almost. Interesting.

“I’ve, uh. I do it… to myself. Sometimes.” I swear I see his cheeks heat at the admission, and it somehow makes me harder. He’s sexy as fuck when he’s embarrassed.

Not giving me any time to respond, or embarrass him further, he strokes me harder and works his finger in a little more. He’s definitely right that there is a burn, and the pressure is a little weird, but not terrible. Not anything I can’t handle. He leans over and spits on my cock, creating a slick friction with his hand that feels fucking amazing.

Pushing his finger in a little deeper before pulling it out completely, he returns with two fingers this time. The slight burn increases, causing me to suck in air and bite my lip. He captures the tip of my cock in his hot mouth, swirling his tongue around, and my eyes roll back with the distraction. The sheer pleasure allows my body to relax enough for him to work his fingers the rest of the way in.

The burn finally dissipates, giving way to a pleasure I’ve never felt before. Taking more of my length into his mouth, he curls his fingers inside of me. He brushes against some part of me that causes white-hot pleasure to soar through my body, and my back arches off the bed.

“Ahhh, fuck! Oh, shit.”

Taking his mouth off my cock, he looks up at me. “That’s it, baby. Feel all the pleasure I give you.” His voice is dripping with pure sex, and I swear I could come from the sound alone.

His fingers are now thrusting in and out of my ass reverently, as he inhales my dick again, swallowing around the length, and I can’t hold it anymore.

“Fuck, shit… gonna… come.”

Moaning around me, with his fingers repeatedly hitting that magical spot, I explode down his throat. The sounds coming out of me are inhuman, and I swear to Christ I’m going to black out from the sheer force behind my release.

By the time I stop coming, I’m sweating, my heart feels like it’s going to explode out of my chest, and I’m certain that my body is trembling. That was the most intense orgasm I have ever experienced in my fucking life.

Aston pulls out of me and comes to kneel next to my head. His cock is angry and so fucking hard, and I desperately wish these handcuffs would come off so I could touch him, make him feel the way he just made me feel.

He starts stroking himself hard and fast, and my eyes can’t choose between staring into his pleasure-filled face or at his strong hand wrapped around his throbbing cock. My mouth is watering, and all I can do is watch while he works himself over, the veins in his arm prominent and the look in his eyes so primal. Gripping the headboard with his left hand, he leans slightly over me.

“Open up. Be a good boy for me and stick your tongue out.”

I don’t know what it is about him, but anytime he spits an order at me in that sexy ass voice, I can do nothing else but comply.

Sticking out my tongue, I look up into his eyes, finding his smoldering gaze already on me. His brows pinch together, and he pulls his bottom lip between his teeth as he comes all over my tongue, chin, and chest. It’s erotic as fuck. When he’s done, he runs the tip of his cock across my tongue, working more of his come into my mouth. I swallow it all as he gets off the bed, grabbing an old shirt to wipe the rest of his release off my face and chest.

Tossing the shirt to the side, he grabs the key off the nightstand, unlocking the cuffs. My arms fall and I massage my wrists, which I already know will be bruised tomorrow, but I can’t find it in me to care, because this is, hands down, the hottest fucking night I’ve ever experienced.

I already want it to happen again. I’m so fucked.