Forsaken Desires (The Deepest Desires 2)

chapter twenty-one

Aston

This house is fucking packed tonight.

Normally, their parties are low key. I’m not sure what’s different tonight, but it’s practically wall to wall in here. I got here a few minutes ago with Cash and Anderson, but haven’t seen Knox yet.

I’m sure he’s around here somewhere.

Sending him away this afternoon on the verge of coming was awesome, and I’m curious to see if he listened to me when I told him to not to jack off. I can’t decide which would be more thrilling—him disobeying my order and me having to punish him or knowing he followed directions and I get to reward him. Watching Knox fall apart at my hands, having him needy for me and what I can give him, is potent as hell.

If I’m being honest, I’m nervous about how he’s going to act tonight. He’s become pretty chill when it’s just us together, accepting whatever this is, but we’re in a whole house full of people, so I’m curious to see if his asshole mask is firmly in place or not.

Spotting Branson and Luca in the kitchen, I head that way, weaving between the bodies littering the hallway.

Anderson ditched me the minute we arrived when he got a phone call, dipping into one of the rooms to take it. He’s been acting weird as hell lately, and he won’t tell me what’s going on, which is unusual for us.

“’Sup, guys,” I say, nodding my head toward them as I grab a beer from the fridge. Twisting the cap off, I take a long pull of the ice-cold drink.

“Hey, bro,” Luca says with a smile. “You just get here?”

“Sure did. It’s crazy in here tonight. What’s with all the people?”

“The whole damn frat is here, and they have ATO brothers from Oregon State in town this weekend,” Branson grumbles, clearly not happy about that.

“Damn! Well, I’m gonna go have a smoke outside. I’ll catch you guys later.”

The chilly night air hits my skin, and it feels good after being in the stuffy house. The fire pit is already lit, people sitting all around it in camping chairs, drinking and chatting. The backyard is almost as packed as the house, a beer pong table set up on the right side, a keg over on the left side, even people dancing in the middle. All various stages of wasted.

Pulling my Marlboro pack from my pocket and lighting one up, I scan the yard as I take a drag. Half people watching, half looking for Knox. Finding him is easy enough, though. He’s over by the beer pong table and is the only guy surrounded by three chicks. I recognize Katie, but don’t know who the other two are.

Placing my cigarette between my teeth, I pull my phone out of my pocket, thumbing off a text.

Me: Who are the chicks?

Me: Friends of yours?

His phone is already in his hand, and he looks around until his eyes find mine, a mischievous grin splitting across his face.

Finny: Jealous? ;)

Me: Never.

Finny: Mhm, suuuuure.

Me: *middle finger emoji*

Finny: Katie’s roommate, Stasia, and her sister, Calina.

Finny: Calina set her sights on your bro when he came out here a few minutes ago.

Me: No shit?

Finny: Get over here.

Reading his last text, I look up at him and chuckle before walking over to them. The girls are mid-conversation as I arrive, and I feel a little awkward, but don’t let it show.

Bumping Knox’s shoulder, I mouth “hey” to him before finishing my cigarette. He throws me a coy smile before tossing back the rest of his beer.

“Hi, Aston,” Katie says with a sweet smile. She looks at me like we go way back, which probably means Knox talks to her about us. I’m not sure how that makes me feel… excited, maybe? What does she think about the predicament?

“What’s up? Katie, right?”

“Yup, the one and only.” She has a faint southern accent. “This is my roommate, Anastasia, but she really just goes by Stasia, and this is her sister, Calina.”

“Hey, ladies.”

They both say hi at the same time, and also have accents, but it isn’t southern. I wonder where they’re from.

Knox, at some point, stepped away, because he’s just walked back up with two fresh beers, handing me one.

“Thanks, Finny.” I crack a smile at the nickname as he rolls his eyes.

“Never getting rid of that name, are you?”

“Nope.” I pop the P.

We both take drinks from our beers, but never take our eyes off one another. The intense eye contact reminds me of the night we first kissed in high school, the kiss that started all the drama. This night has that same type of supercharged energy.

“So, how was the rest of your day?” I ask Knox, lifting the bottle to my lips for another drink.

“Hard,” he deadpans

The beer goes down wrong, and I choke, almost spitting the drink all over the girls. Not at all what I expected him to say.

“You good, bro?” he asks, laughing and slapping my back.

“Yup,” I croak. “Swallowed wrong.”

His hand lingers on my back for a few seconds longer than necessary. The spot he’s touching is lit up like an electric current, and based on the way his eyes darken as he watches me, I’d say he feels it too.

His gaze flicks to where his hand is before he quickly removes it, shoving it into his pocket. His cheeks pinken just slightly, and it’s cute knowing I affect him like that.

“So, did you find a way to ease your day?” I can’t help the way my lip curves into a grin when his eyes snap to mine.

“Nah, man.” The smirk on his face is innocent yet knowing, and it’s unintentionally one of the hottest looks he’s given me. “Wasn’t given that choice.” He shakes his head, taking another sip of his beer.

This inconspicuous conversation has no fucking business turning me on this much. Thank God it’s dark out. Our eyes are dancing with lust and saying so much more than our words can. He’s replaying this afternoon in his mind, just like I am.

Breaking eye contact, I need to excuse myself before I do something ridiculous like kiss him in front of the whole damn party. “Gonna go find my brother. I’ll catch you guys later!”

He tosses me a knowing smirk before he returns his attention to Katie and her friends.

As I make my way inside, I see Anderson and Cash hanging out in the living room. I grab another beer before heading over. As soon as I reach them, my phone goes off in my pocket.

Finny: You’re a dick.

Me: Aw, why’s that, Finny?

Finny: You know why. I’ve been hard all fucking day because of you.

Me: But I like having you hard for me.

Me: It makes me think of all the things I want to do to you.

Finny: DON’T YOU DARE.

Me: But it’s so fun to rile you up.

Me: If I had to guess, I’d say your cock is already half hard in your pants right now,

straining to break free. Your balls, which are sexy af by the way, are probably

heavy and aching for a release.

Me: Shit, thinking about the way you tasted and felt in my mouth earlier has my

cock leaking for you already. The tiny sounds you make when my tongue glides

along the sensitive spot right under your tip. Immaculate.

Me: My cock really throbs remembering how fucking good you looked shoved on your knees, with my cock lodged in your throat. The way your eyes watered, crying pretty tears for me. Fuck, now THAT really does it for me.

For a minute, I don’t think he’s going to respond. I can see he’s read them, but I don’t see the text bubble pop up.

He’s so fun to fuck with, to turn inside out, force him to give in to this part of himself. He wants it, just as much as I do, but he fights it. Watching the battle die out in his eyes, and be replaced with raw lust, is such an aphrodisiac.

Finally, after what feels like an eternity, those text bubbles pop up.

Finny: My room. Ten minutes.

I won. Anticipation dances low in my stomach and lust licks my veins. None of this makes sense, but it feels right. He feels right.

Making easy small talk with the guys, I excuse myself to the restroom exactly ten minutes later. My body buzzes with excitement, my cock starting to thicken just from the thought of the dirty things we’re about to do to each other.

Bypassing the bathroom, I slip into his room right next door. The lights are off, but the streetlights outside offer the room a subtle glow. Shutting the door, I head farther into the room and wait for him, but I don’t need to wait long, since the door opens as soon as I reach the bed.

He really does look hot as hell tonight. He got his hair cut, so it’s a little shorter on top, and styled in an effortless, messy way. He’s dressed casually, in an all-black hoodie, ripped, dark denim jeans, and high-top black Converse. His green eyes are dark and filled with wanton desire as he walks toward me in a predatory manner.

“Hi,” he says, almost timidly, as he gets closer to me. He stops about an arm’s length away.

“Hi.”

Grabbing his hand, I pull him into me, crashing my lips onto his. The kiss is brutal and passionate, my tongue darting into his mouth and exploring every crevice. The mix of beer and spearmint gum is quickly becoming my favorite flavor. Swallowing his moan, I grab a fistful of his hair, tilting his head back and deepening the kiss. My other hand slides into his back pocket, pulling his hips into mine.

I break the kiss, moving my lips along his sharp jaw, down to his neck where I kiss and suck on his pulse point. His breathing has picked up and his thick cock is hard as steel and rubbing against mine through our jeans.

I can’t fucking wait to get him naked.

Turning us around, I yank his hoodie and shirt off, tossing them onto the ground before shoving him down. “Go lay up there, by the headboard,” I softly order him, going into the nightstand and grabbing the handcuffs I saw last time I rummaged through this drawer during the threesome. I look at him and toss him a grin full of mischief.

“Hands up, Finny.”

He looks like he might want to protest, but instead he bites his lip and follows my order. Securing his left hand to the headboard, I make quick work doing the same with the right.

I climb up and straddle him, his sexy inked chest on full display, then lean down, placing open-mouthed kisses all over. I’m absolutely reveling in him squirming and whimpering beneath me. Taking one of his nipples between my teeth, I bite just hard enough to elicit a hiss, quickly flicking my tongue over it to soothe the sting, before moving on to the other and doing the same.

Moving up, I lock my lips with his in another savage kiss. When I thrust my hips into his, the friction causes another whimper to fall from his lips. My cock is throbbing and leaking inside my jeans from seeing him helpless and unable to move. It’s such a turn on when he succumbs to me.

As I make my way down again, I kiss, suck, and lick a trail along his chest, my hands finding the button on his jeans. Flicking it open and sliding the zipper down, I position my body in between him and bring them down his thick thighs, working them off both legs.

Sitting back on my haunches, I admire his naked body in front of me. He is absolutely gorgeous and, at least for right now, all mine. His cock is long, thick, and hard, resting against his abs. With his legs spread wide for me, I have a beautiful view of the tight, puckered hole I so desperately want to explore.

“Touch me,” he breathes. The soft glow in the room is enough light to show me his cheeks are flushed, and his eyes are darkened with need.

“Have you been a good boy?” I ask him, leaning down, placing kisses everywhere except the one place he really wants me.

“Yes! Fuck, I haven’t touched myself, I swear.”

“Tell me what you want.”

“Man, you know what I want.” He’s practically pouting, and it’s adorable.

“I want to hear it from you. Tell me what you want, Knox,” I growl in a voice so low, his dick twitches.

“Your mouth,” he shouts. “I want your mouth on me now. Everywhere. Please!”

As he gets the last word out, I lean down, dragging the flat of my tongue from the base of his cock to the tip. His hips involuntarily thrust up, desperate for more.

“Fuck, yes,” he hisses, fists clenched in the cuffs.

Wrapping my lips around him, I take him all the way back to my throat, breathing through my nose and trying to not gag. I love the heavy feeling of him on my tongue and the way he fills up my throat perfectly.

Looking up at him while I continue sucking him deep, his heavily lidded eyes are watching me, and he looks like a beautiful disaster right now, falling apart at my tongue. I love it. I crave bringing him to this point, getting him to the edge of ecstasy, and watching him melt at my hand.

As I feel his cock thicken slightly in my mouth and his breathing pick up, I remove my mouth and hands from his body, sitting back.

“What the fuck, Aston! Not again. Make me come, please!” His abs and cock twitch with the loss of the orgasm, and he’s back to pouting. I can’t help but laugh.

Reaching behind me, I pull my shirt off, tossing it next to his on the ground. “Don’t worry, baby. You’ll come. Eventually.”