I only wait a second before pushing the door open and walking inside. I close the door behind me and lock it.
“What the—”
He doesn’t get a chance to finish because I capture his face in my hands and crush my lips to his. His hands move to my chest and I can feel him trying to push me away again. I wrap my arms around him and hold him tightly against my body, refusing to let him push me away.
“No!” I scream against his lips.
He tries to say something but as soon as he opens his mouth, my tongue enters and connects with his. His taste floods my mouth and it spurs me on. I loosen my hold on him and rub my hands over his back, his chest. I take a chance and reach my hand down over his boxers and gently pet his cock. It’s hard as stone, just like mine.
“I know you want this,” I say against his lips again. “I know you want me.”
His body tenses up again and his hands fly to my wrists. He pulls them off of his body and pushes me. I fly backward, his counter stopping my movement. I quickly turn my head to look back at him.
He stares at me with a look that I can’t quite make out. He’s angry, but there is something else there. A glimmer of darkness that I haven’t seen in his eyes before. Something dangerous.
He stalks toward me and grabs my cock over my jeans, hard. He squeezes it for a few seconds before unfastening the button and pulling me across the room. He turns me around so my back is to his front. He pulls down on my jeans and when they are around my knees, he bends me over the arm of his sofa.
Without warning, he spreads me wide, spits, and pushes his cock inside.
It stings a little, but it feels absolutely amazing. It’s not the first time I’ve bottomed but I know this will be the best I’ve ever had. I fist my cock and start stroking myself.
With each thrust, he takes me to a higher state of euphoria. He grips my hips so hard there will probably be bruises tomorrow, and I hope there are because it will let me know this isn’t a dream.
He starts breathing more heavily and I know that he’s close. I’m going to come any second. I reach around and cup his balls with my other hand and a moan escapes him. The sound throws me over the edge instantly and my cum covers the fabric of the sofa beneath me.
A second later his hips pound against me, pushing him in further, deeper than anyone before him has been. He holds himself there, deep inside of me, and grunts loudly.
Once he’s come down slightly, he doesn’t pull out. Instead, his body goes limp and he lays himself down on my back. He still seems angry. I wonder if he regrets what just happened.
But then, he turns his head slightly and lays a very soft, gentle kiss on my back. He pulls out and steps backward. For some reason, I begin to feel a little shy and I freeze to the spot. That is until I hear him speak.
“You’re beautiful.”
I turn quickly and look at him. He doesn’t say anything else, just tucks himself back into his boxers and nods his head toward the bedroom. I stand, pull my pants back up, and follow him.
Chapter 16
Knox is curled up against me.
I’m not really surprised that I had enough energy to fuck him so soon after Sid and Daisy, because this is different. This is something I haven’t experienced before and I fucked him like I hated him even though I don’t.
I can’t say that I love him—that would be far from the truth—infatuated is the better word for the situation I’ve found myself in.
“I missed you,” he finally says in a faraway tone and I have to try not to roll my eyes. How he can miss someone he barely knows concerns me in a way. Though, I’d be lying if I didn’t say I missed him too.
This is strange.
“I los
t my job last night,” I say, clearing my throat and hoping to change the subject. I won’t declare anything for him just yet—he has to earn my feelings if he wants them that bad.
“How?” he asks in that damn tone of his as he tightens his grip around my torso. It almost feels like he knows that if he lets go, I’ll disappear.
“Hm? Oh, I—uh—I called my boss last night and told him I was sick and not coming back. I had a voicemail this morning when I got home telling me that I had been let go. It’s okay, though. I’m sure I’ll find something else.”
“Why couldn’t you go back last night?”
I take a steadying breath, “Because I wasn’t feeling well, silly. I just told you that.”