Forsaken Desires (The Deepest Desires 2)

chapter nineteen

Aston

Shoving him until his back hits the house, I continue my assault on his mouth. I can’t seem to get my fill of Knox, no matter how much I try.

I’ve been thinking about him, about the art room, the fucking painting I didn’twant him to see, the field, the way he kissed me, since that day. I’ve jacked off to him and those memories so many times in the past few days, I’m surprised my dick isn’t fucking raw. Yet, here we are, kissing for all of thirty seconds and I’m hard as granite.

Ripping my lips away from his, I move my mouth over to his ear. Licking and nibbling at the sensitive skin, I love the taste of him. “I want you right here, right now.” My voice is so thick with lust, it’s almost unrecognizable.

He groans deep at the same time his hips thrust forward to meet mine. “What are you fucking doing to me?” he asks for the second time tonight, as if he’s not equally destroying me too.

Once I drop to my knees right there on the back deck, I wrap my mouth around his thick ridge hiding behind his sweats. Sucking in a sharp breath, he drops his head back, his body shuddering.

I run my palms up his thighs, lowering his pants once I reach the waistband. His cock springs free, a bead of pre-cum sitting so pretty for me. Unable to stop myself, my tongue darts out, licking it up and reveling in the flavor of how I make him feel.

Looking up at him beneath my lashes, his gaze is burning a hole through me. His pupils are wide, eyebrows drawn together tight, and his bottom lip is pulled between his teeth. He’s a disheveled mess, and it’s a beautiful fucking sight.

Still maintaining eye contact, I run my tongue up the length of his cock, from base to swollen tip. Taking him into my mouth fully, I twirl my tongue around the underside of his length. This is the second time I’ve had him like this, and I’m much more sure of myself this time around. His hands weave through my hair, tugging on the short strands, and he swears under his breath.

He’s gloriously falling apart because of my mouth, and it’s a high I can’t get enough of.

“Fuck, Aston. Shit.”

His hips start pistoning forward, shoving his cock farther down my throat. Gagging slightly, I breathe through my nose and swallow around his length, which causes a string of incoherent words to fall from his lips.

He’s so close, if the chaotic thrusts and pre-cum leaking on my tongue are any indication. Taking his heavy balls in my palm, I squeeze them, hollowing my cheeks and sucking hard.

I can hear chatter on the other side of the back door to the left of us and try to move my head to look that way, but he grips my head in his hands, keeping me in place.

“Don’t fucking stop,” he moans.

Really fucking my face now, his breathing is quickening, and I feel his cock swell in my mouth.

“Need to… come,” he grumbles seconds before spilling down my throat with a deep groan. Swallowing down every drop, I press the heel of my palm into my crotch, needing some sort of relief.

Once he’s done, he withdraws from my mouth, tucking himself back into his pants. Wiping my mouth with the back of my hand, I see movement out of my peripheral. We both jerk our heads over and notice Weston and Cash standing there, shock written all over their faces, and I don’t really blame them. I’m not sure how much they exactly saw, but it was enough to incriminate us.

“Uh,” I say, quickly getting to my feet, my heart pounding out of my chest as I not too subtly re-adjust myself.

“What the hell is this?” Weston all but laughs out, looking between the two of us before settling on Knox.

“It isn’t what it looks like,” Knox rushes out, his face beet red.

“Oh?” Cash questions, eyebrow raised. “It’s not you getting some sloppy toppy from Aston?”

Now would be a fantastic time for the ground to swallow me whole, maybe lightning strike down on me. I’d even settle for an alien abduction at this point.

“Okay, first of all,” Knox spits out. “Who the fuck says sloppy toppy? And, okay, yes, it’s exactly what it looks like, but if you could keep it the fuck down, that’d be great, bro.”

Weston and Cash exchange a glance before throwing their heads back and laughing so loud, I wouldn’t be surprised if the whole goddamn house came out. Risking a look at Knox, he is downright livid and any progress we might have made this week is probably ruined now.

That assumption has a pit forming in my stomach, and I don’t even want to think about why.

Weston is the first one to compose himself and speak. “Since when… and how?”

“It’s not a fucking big deal. Drop it,” Knox growls. I can tell by his hand shaking at his side that he’s freaking out and wants to bolt. I don’t know a whole lot about him or why he is the way he is, but I do know he is shit at handling his emotions and runs when faced with any type of confrontation with his feelings.

“Not a big deal?” Cash asks this time.

“Man, he said fucking drop it. So, drop it,” I say with a bit of a bite, surprising even myself.

Cash looks stunned. I don’t ever speak up or talk to any of them like that. I’m not a pushover or a wimp by any means, but I’m just the fun, carefree one of the bunch.

“Aight, man,” he says, raising his hands in the air. “Consider it dropped.”

The smirk on his face says otherwise, but whatever.

“Alright, well, as fun as this is,” I say, “I’m gonna head out. It’s getting late.”

Raising my hand in a half wave, I make my way inside. Once I’ve said bye to the rest of the house, I start walking back to the dorms. Anderson left a few hours ago, so he should already be sleeping when I get back.

It’s cold as hell outside, and I have a wicked case of blue balls. Aside from getting caught red-handed, I’m feeling pretty good about tonight. Knox is finally breaking down and coming out of his shell more, and I love it. And the fact that he didn’t deny what we were doing, or leave the vicinity, gives me some hope that he won’t revert us back to where we started. I’m not totally evil, wanting to corrupt him just for the sake of doing it. Nah, I want him to embrace who he is without shame.

This entire experience is new to both of us, not just him, and while I’m clearly having an easier time accepting my sexuality, it’s still a bonus that he’s learning to embrace it with me, but even if that wasn’t the case, I’d still encourage him to find himself. Nobody should live in the closet, ashamed of who they are. Plus, we live in Washington for Christ’s sake, one of the most accepting states in the country.

Getting back to my room, I’m right in the fact that Anderson is already passed out. He has on his headphones, which he must have forgotten to take off before falling asleep. Grabbing my bag, I head to the showers. This time of day, especially on a school night, the showers are pretty empty, and tonight is no exception.

Making quick work of washing my hair and body, I also brush my teeth before getting out of the stall. With a towel around my waist, I go back to my room. Despite how shitty it is to live in the dorms, it is nice that our room is only a few doors down from the bathrooms.

Someone is sitting outside my door when I arrive, and I’m so taken aback, my step falters.

Knox.

“What are you doing here, bro?”

Looking up, clearly not having heard me approach, he lets his eyes roam from my face down to the towel.

Clearing his throat, he answers me. “Uh, you left in such a hurry. Figured we could talk. No one answered, so I just decided to wait for a bit.”

This is the second time he’s willingly wanted to talk to me about us—or whatever us is—and it’s surprising. I’m sure my face depicts that when my eyes widen for a moment before I school my features. “Anderson’s sleeping and I decided to shower.”

“I see that.” His gaze flickers to my eyes and bare chest, then back again.

“Come on in, I guess.”

“Uh, what about your brother?”

“Heavy sleeper, and he’s wearing headphones. You’re good.”

Walking into the dark room, I shut the door behind him. Indicating for him to take a seat on the bed, I walk over to my dresser, pulling out a pair of black sweats. I tug them on under my towel, then toss it in the hamper once they’re on.

As I sit on my bed, I look him over. He’s picking at the skin around his fingers and his knee is bouncing a mile a minute. He’s anxious as fuck—about what happened an hour ago or whatever it is he wants to talk about now, I’m not sure.

“So,” I finally say when it’s clear he’s not going to say anything. “You wanted to talk?”

“I’m not gay.”

Here we go again. It’s an effort to keep my eyes in check before they roll back dramatically.

“Okay? Do you think you’re straight, then?” I ask lightly, really trying not to be an asshole.

He scowls at me like I just insulted him. Sheesh, he’s so fucking sensitive.

“What? I’m just asking, Knox. It’s a valid question, considering.”

“I don’t fucking know, man. Okay? I don’t know.” His foot won’t stop tapping, and I see the slightest shake of his head. For a moment, we just sit there in silence before I push for more.

“Are you looking for opinions… or what are you wanting here?”

He mumbles something incoherent, staring at his clasped hands.

“What was that?” I lean closer, and his head whips to look at me.

“You! Fuck, man, I want you.”

“Well, if we’re talking in technicalities, I would definitely say this probably means you aren’t straight.” I can’t help myself.

“Just shut the fuck up and kiss me. You’re so fucking difficult.”

Chuckling quietly, I close the distance between us, bringing my lips to his. The kiss is surprisingly soft, and he lets out a sigh as soon as my tongue tangles with his.

Breaking away from him, I adjust myself on the bed so I’m lying down. Knox comes and lies next to me, cupping my neck and bringing his lips back to mine. The kiss quickly gets heated, greedy hands grabbing each other all over. Bringing his bottom lip into my mouth, I suck and nibble on it, driving him wild.

Anderson stirs in the bed beside mine, and I rip my lips away and look behind me. I think he’s still sleeping, but just to be safe, I bring the covers over us. Knox sits up and pulls his shirt off. His tattoos are on full display, and fuck, they are hot as hell. He has them everywhere—his neck, his arms and hands, his chest, his stomach. I obviously saw him naked during the threesome with Nicole, but I wasn’t able to admire his body like I am now.

His body is a work of art, quite literally.

Leaning down and flicking his tongue in my mouth teasingly, he moves along my jaw and down to my neck. He’s kissing and sucking hard enough to leave marks, I’m sure of it, but it feels too fucking good to give a damn.

My hands run all over his body, and when I tweak both of his nipples between my thumb and index fingers, it causes the sexiest moan from him that goes straight to my cock. Trailing my fingers down his chest and stomach, I dip my hand inside his sweats, wrapping my palm around his hard, silky length. Goosebumps break out along his skin, and he bites the curve between my neck and shoulder.

“Take these off,” I tell him, removing my hand from his sweats. He easily obliges, but not before demanding I do the same.

Both completely naked, our hands automatically grasp each other’s cocks. My body flashes with heat when his hot, rough hand wraps around me, and I begin stroking him long and slow. Our mouths collide once more while we continue to work each other over. My free hand slides around his neck, weaving my fingers through his messy locks and gripping.

Knox rips his lips away to look at me, resting his forehead against mine. Our breathing is heavy, and the moment feels way too intense. The way he’s looking at me makes me feel all kinds of vulnerable, and pair that with his long, even strokes, it’s all too much.

Slamming my eyes shut and biting my lip, I try to calm the emotional storm brewing inside.

“Look at me,” he growls. When I open my eyes again, I’m met with a gaze brimming with lust.

“Fuck, Knox.”

“I know, shit. Me too,” he whispers, tightening his grip on my cock.

Running my thumb across his slit, I gather the pre-cum that’s beaded there, bringing my thumb up to my mouth and sucking, never breaking eye contact.

“Goddamn you,” he groans, climbing on top of me and taking both of our dicks into his hand. The sensation of his cock rubbing against mine is unreal, and there’s no way I’m going to last much longer.

“Need to come, Aston.”

“Hold it.”

“I fucking can’t.”

“I want to come with you. I’m almost there. Fucking hold it.” My hips are now thrusting up into his hand, causing even more delicious friction. I feel the electric sensation crawl up my spine, and my balls draw up tight, a moan getting caught in my chest.

“Ahh, shit, Knox.”

“Can’t hold it, fuck!”

“Oh, God. Come with me, Knox. Fuck!”

My orgasm seizes control of my body, hot spurts of cum shooting out, coating my stomach. Knox follows behind, throwing his head back, swearing under his breath, and moaning through his release.

As soon as we both finish, he reaches down and runs his fingers through our shared mess on my stomach. Taking his cum-coated fingers, he brings them to my lips. I don’t hesitate sucking his digits into my mouth, groaning as the mixed flavor of us explodes on my taste buds.

The tiniest smirk appears on his face, and he rips his fingers out, replacing them with his mouth. His tongue spears mine, and he groans when he can taste us.

The kiss doesn’t last longer than a few moments before he collapses onto the bed beside me, both of us working to regulate our breathing.

Looking over at him, I smirk before I say, “Still think you’re not gay, bro?”

“Fuck off,” he mumbles, rolling his eyes and laughing.

Reaching over, I grab a few tissues from the nightstand and clean our mess before getting up and throwing it away. Grabbing two waters from the mini fridge, I hand one to him, opening mine up and drinking half of it. I find my sweats and put them back on as he does the same.

Once he’s fully dressed again, he looks sheepishly at me. “I should probably go.”

“Alright, uh, thanks for coming by.” I rub the back of my neck awkwardly, having no idea what to do now.

“Yup, have a good night or whatever.”

We both look at each other and laugh, meeting in the middle of the room. I don’t know who reaches for who first; all I know is our lips are locked in seconds, arms wrapping around each other.

As quickly as it started, it ends, with Knox leaving without a second glance.

Tonight was fucking weird.