chapter twenty-six
Aston
The weekend flew by way too fast. It’s finals week, and I’m dreading it. Sociology is my first class on Monday, and aside from seeing Knox, I’m counting down the minutes until it’s over. We have a two-part final for this class, one today and the other Wednesday.
Walking into the classroom, I see Knox is already here. My stomach does a flip-flop when my eyes find him. His gaze is dark and intense, like a lion watching his prey, and I’m the gazelle he’s set his hungry sights on. His stare lights my blood on fire at the same time goosebumps break out all over my skin.
Now is not the time for my cock to perk up, but being in his vicinity, with his attention directed on me, always does this.
Making it to my seat, I look over at him and smirk, “’Sup, Finny. How was your weekend?”
“Was good. Low-key. Didn’t do much. You?”
“Same. Studied for the damn final.”
“Why are you looking at me like that?” he asks, his mouth curved up on one side.
Raising an eyebrow, I ask, “Like what?”
“Like you want to devour me.” His eyes don’t leave mine, and I shrug, a smile tugging at my lips.
“Maybe I do.”
His pupils dilate at my admission as his eyes drop to my mouth. Instinctively, my tongue slips out, wetting my bottom lip. The temperature in the room seemingly increases to scorching levels and the tension between us is thick.
Our professor decides to make her grand entrance at that exact moment, both of us breaking eye contact and turning our attention to her. I spend the span of class buzzing, horny, and half-ass concentrating on my final. Based on the leg jumping incessantly next to me, I can tell he’s feeling it too.
Once class ends and we get out of our seats, I lean in to whisper into Knox’s ear, “Follow me. Now.”
I faintly hear a throaty growl from behind and know he’s listened.
Practically speed walking, we make our way down the stairs, with me pushing us into the nearest bathroom on the first floor. Shoving us into the farthest stall and saying a silent thank you that it’s empty, I throw him against the door once it’s locked and crash my lips onto his.
The kiss is messy and brutal, my tongue thrusting into his mouth, fighting him for dominance. Fisting my shirt, he turns us until I’m pushed into the door roughly, his lips slamming into mine again. He sucks hard on my tongue at the same time he thrusts his hips into me, making his throbbing arousal obvious.
Hands flying to his pants, I fumble with the button and zipper, shoving my hand inside as quickly as possible. I groan into his mouth as my palm wraps around his hot, silky, hard length. I stroke him as best I can with the angle my hand is at, but it’s not enough. Ripping my lips away, I drop down on my knees, working his pants and briefs down his hips. With my back still against the stall door, anyone that walks in will be able to see my feet sticking out, but I don’t fucking care.
Looking up at him, his eyes are deep, dark pools of lust as he stares at me. His fingers weave through my hair, gripping the short strands as I run the flat of my tongue along the sensitive underside of his cock, flicking it over the bead of pre-cum on his slit as I go. My eyes fall closed momentarily as I finally taste him.
I wrap my fist around his thick base, locking my lips around his swollen tip. Sucking hard and swirling my tongue around while I stroke him with my hand, his grip on my hair tightens, and he starts thrusting into my mouth. Dragging my lips off of him, I look up at him and beg, “Fuck my throat, Knox.”
Not needing anymore instruction than that, he tightens his hold on me, thrusting into my mouth and down my throat. Breathing through my nose, I’m able to take him without gagging too hard. I relax my jaw and let him do his worst. Tears are running down my cheeks, spit dripping out the sides of my mouth, but the carnal way he’s looking at me has me almost coming in my pants.
“That’s it,” he moans. “Take this big fucking cock down your throat. Fuck.”
Working my pants open while he continues the brutal onslaught on my throat, I manage to get my own aching cock out, my whole body shuddering as my hand wraps around it, stroking it in sync with his thrusts. The desire blazing inside of me, coursing through me, is immense, and I need him in absolutely any and every way I can have him.
Using my free hand, I grab him by the balls, toying with them while he continues to fuck my throat. He’s a beautiful mess standing over me, with sweat beading his forehead, his jaw dropped open, and his hot as sin grunts and groans coming out of his mouth. Realization dawns on me that he’s my own personal cataclysm. I may never fully recover from his path of destruction.
“Shit, Aston. Your mouth. You feel so, ah, so fucking good.” He leans forward, both hands gripping the top of the stall door, the sexiest noises coming from deep in his chest. His balls tighten in my palm, dick thickening slightly in my mouth. “Gonna come, fuck!”
As soon as he gets those words out, his cock pulses and pumps hot, salty liquid down my throat. “Ah, shit. Aston, swallow me, that’s it. Fuck.”
He pulls himself out of my mouth, then yanks me up, looking at me with glossy eyes that are burning with intensity. “I need to taste you, right fucking now.”
Throwing me against the stall, it’s his turn to drop to his knees, wasting no time inhaling me deep. The gasp that leaves my throat is embarrassingly loud and both of my hands fly to his head, yanking his dark strands. Holding his head still and pistoning my hips, I abuse his throat over and over again. The sounds of him gagging and gasping for air, and the tears pouring down his cheeks, are like a shot of fire surging through my veins.
“Fucking hell, Knox,” I growl through gritted teeth. “Letting me use your throat as my personal sex toy? What a good fucking boy you are.”
The orgasm pulses through my body, taking me by surprise, coming in thick, hot bursts down his throat. He swallows every drop, his eyes rolling back and groaning like he’s just been served his favorite dessert.
Feeling like my body could collapse, I rest my weight on the door behind me as I tuck myself back into my pants and work on steadying my heart rate.
Backing me up against the door again, he takes my lips in his. He slides his tongue into my mouth softly, and I let out a groan when I can taste myself.
“What are you fucking doing to me?” He asks the same question he’s asked for weeks. What he doesn’t seem to understand is that he’s my undoing. Whatever common sense I have is out the window when he’s in the vicinity. Right and wrong don’t exist, only what I can do to be near him, touching him.
“I don’t know, but I don’t want it to end,” I admit, eye contact never breaking. I refuse to hide from this, from him, and these feelings.
“Me either.”
His admission makes my breath falter. Never did I think there would be a day that Knox Finnegan would be able to be honest about his feelings. “You mean that?”
Looking away for a moment, his eyes find mine again as he bites his lip, looking terrified. “Think I do.”
A nervous smile tugs on his lips, and mine mirrors it as we meet in the middle and kiss briefly before leaving the bathroom. We both have classes that we’re now late to, so we go our separate ways with plans to meet up after class.
Shit, who knew we’d wind up here?