Forsaken Desires (The Deepest Desires 2)

chapter twenty-four

Knox

I’m so overwhelmed right now. Overwhelmed with nerves, pleasure, emotions, questions. It’s too much and somehow not enough at the same time. I desperately need what only Aston seems to be able to give me.

I’m terrified about what all of this means, but I have to have it, him—all of him. His lips, his tongue, his hands, his cock, his words—both filthy and sweet—I need all of it.

At this point, I’m not even surprised to find myself in the predicament I’m in. If someone were to tell me a few months ago that I would be lying under Aston Walker, naked, horny, and begging him to fuck me, I would have definitely knocked them out and also thought they were ten shades of crazy.

But now? Well, now nothing feels more right than this.

Ripping the foil wrapper open with his teeth, he rolls the condom on with ease while giving me one of his signature cocky smirks. He cracks open the lube, pouring a bountiful amount directly on his cock, then on his fingers to apply to my hole.

My body is on fire, buzzing with what’s to come.

He hovers over my body, leaning down to kiss me fiercely for a few moments before lining himself up to me.

“Ready?” he asks, rubbing soothing circles on the inside of my thigh.

“As ready as I’ll ever be.”

As soon as his tip tries to breach me, my body automatically tenses up. He is much larger than the fingers he was using on me earlier.

“Relax, baby. Let me in.”

Every time he calls me baby, my stomach flutters, and I hate it as much as I love it. I shouldn’t react that way to anyone calling me a pet name, let alone a guy.

Forcing myself to relax, I give him a subtle nod, letting him know to keep going. He grabs my length, giving me a couple of strokes, before he shoves in a little farther. His swollen head pushes through the first ring of muscle and it burns.

“Ah, fuck! Aston, fuck.”

He pauses his movements immediately. “Want me to stop?”

“No, keep going. Just go slow.”

Another few solid strokes, he inches in a little more. I’m met with an intense amount of pressure, and I watch his eyes droop in pleasure.

“Fuck, Knox, you’re so fucking tight. Goddamn.” With each upstroke on my cock, he sinks in a little farther, until he’s fully seated inside of me. The fullness of him is staggering, and I have to remind myself to breathe. He continues to stroke me lazily while he gives me a moment to adjust to his sheer size.

He pulls almost all the way out before burying himself in my ass again. The burning has dissipated, replaced with growing pleasure. With every stroke, his cock rubs against that spot inside me that ricochets through my entire body.

“Knox, oh my fucking God, you feel so good. I wish you could see your ass swallowing my cock,” he groans, voice laced with gravel. His husky sex voice is intoxicating; he could get anything he wants from me if he speaks to me like he is right now.

As promised, he isn’t gentle for long. After a few minutes of soft pumping, he picks up the pace, thrusting into me feverishly. His hands hold my hips in a punishing grip, tight enough to leave marks.

“Oh shit, fuck, Aston… your cock… fuck, you feel good.” He’s hitting nerve endings inside of me I didn’t even know existed, my body thrumming in pure rapture. I can’t even think clearly. My whole world is beginning and ending with his cock. Nothing has ever felt this euphoric.

“Look at you taking all of my cock. Such a good fucking boy,” he growls.

His praise is a shot straight to my cock, and I know I’m not going to last long. Fuck, sex has never been like this before.

“Ahh, fuck, harder… fuck me harder, Aston!”

He’s pounding into me so hard and fast, I wouldn’t be surprised if people walking by in the hall could hear us. The sounds escaping him are raw and primal, and his fingers are digging painfully into my skin.

“Come for me, Knox. Be a good boy and come with my cock deep in your ass,” he demands. He wraps his hand tight around my dick, stroking me in time with his thrusts. His words and the dual pleasure coming from his hand and cock send me over the edge. My nuts draw up tight, tendrils of fire unraveling low in my spine and working its way all over, until I’m cascading off a cliff of ecstasy and can’t hold back any longer.

My back arches off the bed, fingers gripping the blanket, and a shudder so strong wracks through my entire body. “I’m… fucking coming! Fuck!” Hot streams of cum shoot all over my stomach and chest, waves of pleasure taking hold of me.

“Fuck, Knox. Your ass is gripping my cock so… fucking… tight,” he groans the last word, his thrusting becoming erratic and needy. He pounds into me once, twice, three more times, before he roars out his release.

It’s the hottest fucking thing I’ve ever witnessed.

I already can’t wait to watch it again.

Once he stops coming, he collapses on top of me, not giving a damn about the cum puddle on my stomach. He places his palms behind my head, cradling it, and crashes his lips into mine. The kiss is all-consuming and passionate, his tongue exploring all corners of my mouth. His thumbs are gently rubbing the sides of my head, and between that and the way he’s kissing me, it feels way more intimate than what we just did.

The knot in my throat builds and my stomach flutters. I don’t know how to handle the emotions running through me right now. It’s all too much. He ends the kiss, pulling back enough to look deep into my soul with his all too intense gaze.

Fuck.

This wasn’t supposed to happen. These feelings weren’t supposed to happen. It’s like his cock broke through a dam inside me that unleashed something irreversible.

******

The sun shining through the curtains wakes me, and the hot, hard body behind me reminds of everything that happened last night. Images of Aston on top of me, thrusting and pounding into me, come swarming back in my mind and they make my already hard cock twitch under the covers.

Based on his steady breathing, he’s still asleep, but he’s as hard as I am. I wonder if he’s dreaming, and if so, if it’s us he’s dreaming of.

My thoughts are all over the place. I don’t know how to process what happened and how I feel about it all. Last night definitely changed everything for me, for us. It solidified my feelings for him, that they’re beyond physical, and that scares the shit out of me. We should talk about it all, but I don’t even know where to start.

Stirring behind me, I know he’s starting to wake up. His grip on my hip tightens slightly as he rubs his morning wood on my ass. My body shudders as he nestles his face into my neck, goosebumps breaking out all over as his hot breath fans across my skin.

“Morning, Knoxy,” he says in his raspy morning voice.

“Morning.”

“Have you been up long?”

“Nah, only a few minutes.”

Placing a chaste kiss where my neck and shoulder meet, he shifts us until I’m on my back. Meeting his eyes is harder than I’d like to admit, my internal freak-out taking over quickly.

“Calm down, Knox.”

“I’m fine,” I lie, still unable to meet his eyes.

“Then look at me.”

Closing my eyes and forcing myself to take a few steadying breaths, I open them and meet his gaze. His eyes are heavy with sleep, hair a mess. Then he smirks at me, and all my nerves go out the window.

I don’t regret what we did. I can’t. Not when it feels this right. Not when his gaze makes my stomach flip-flop. And certainly not when every single part of my body is buzzing with the need to do it again, to be consumed by all of him.

“You’re beautiful, you know that?” he asks, reaching out and brushing my messy morning hair out of my face. His words and touch are so gentle, my throat clogs with emotion. He makes me feel incredibly vulnerable and safe all at the same time.

Thankfully, he doesn’t make me respond to that, instead he leans down and molds his lips into mine. His tongue slips out, seeking entrance into my mouth, and he groans when I open up. Our tongues dance together, the kiss intensifying by the moment.

Without breaking the kiss, he throws his leg over me, straddling my lap. Our hard cocks immediately rub against each other’s in the most salacious manner, neither of us bothering to put clothes on last night after we fucked.

When he pulls his lips from mine, he places kisses along my jaw and neck, sucking and nipping in a way that makes my dick leak. “Fuck, Aston. Goddamn, need you… now,” I pant, so far gone for this man.

Reaching between us, he skillfully takes both of our cocks into his hand, jacking us off feverishly. Placing my hands on his hips, I begin thrusting up into his grip, needing everything he can give me.

Both of our breathing is erratic, already teetering on the line of ecstasy together.

“Fuck, look at you, Knox,” he growls, tightening his grip on us, thrusting his own hips in time with mine. “Such a needy boy, aren’t you? Need to feel my cock slide against yours, feel my grip around you. Is this what you want, baby?”

“Yes, fuck, don’t stop.” I’m so lost to this bliss he brings me, I don’t give a fuck that I’m begging him to continue.

“Shit, Knoxy,” he grunts and pants, thrusting into his hand. “Watching you fall apart underneath me is fucking addicting, baby. I love bringing you to nirvana, being your fucking downfall. I’ll never get tired of watching you crumble and shatter at my hand.”

His words end me, completely fucking obliterate me. Before I can warn him, my cock explodes, pump after pump of hot, white cum covering me. The pleasure is so intense I can’t control the sounds coming from deep in my chest. As my cock stops, his erupts. Streams of his release mixing with mine on my stomach, and deep, erotic groans falling past his lips. He’s holding himself up on a shaky arm, his body convulsing as the last of his release shoots out.

Getting off the bed, he heads over to the hamper, grabbing a towel out and tossing it my way while he gets dressed. Cleaning myself up quickly, I roll out of his bed and find my clothes. I wasn’t planning to stay over, so yesterday’s clothes will have to do for now.

As I finish putting on my shirt, Aston saunters over to me, wrapping his arms around my neck and pulling me in for a kiss. It’s gentle and soft and makes my head spin. His door opens as we’re pulling apart. Both sets of eyes dart over to it and watch Anderson waltz in. Clearly not expecting to see company, his eyes widen slightly before he schools his features.

“Uh, hey, guys,” he says, looking between the two of us.

“Hey, bro,” Aston says softly.

“What’s going on here?”

Shit. Shit. Shit.

“Oh, uh, Knox and I were just studying for our sociology final.” Damn, good excuse.

“At seven in the morning?” He’s still looking between both of us, clearly not buying Aston’s story, and I’m freaking the fuck out.

“Listen,” I grumble, making my way over to my shoes, slipping them on in a hurry, “I’m gonna go. Thanks for, uh, studying with me. Catch you both later.” It takes everything in me to not physically run out of their room. I somehow manage a brisk walk to the door and down the hall, but not without shaky limbs and a racing heart.

It’s not until I’m home and in my room that I let myself break down. This is now the third fucking person in our group that has caught us together. There is no fucking way Anderson didn’t put two and two together, especially after taking a look at myself in the mirror. There is a damn hickey on my neck.

Fucking hell.