chapter twenty-seven
Knox
After a week of studying for finals and actually taking them, I’m fucking exhausted. I just finished taking my last exam and am currently at the house, packing for spring break back home.
The heavy feeling that’s taken root low in my gut comes from the anticipation of having to be around my father. I haven’t spoken to him since winter break and can count on one hand how many times I’ve spoken to my mother since then.
If it weren’t for all the guys going back home too, I’d skip the trip completely. We all have shit planned together while we’re there, so I hopefully won’t be spending too much time with Daddy Dearest.
Aston and I haven’t seen each other much since our bathroom rendezvous and post-orgasm confessions. Our schedules haven’t lined up and we’ve both been consumed with getting through this week in one piece. I know we’ll see each other while we’re home and we’ve texted a bunch, but I find myself longing to be around him more and more lately.
After my breakdown with Katie, it’s like the mental wall I put up was shattered, and now I’m allowing myself to accept how I feel. Not feeling the need to suppress or deny it feels really fucking good, if I’m being honest.
Anderson, Branson, and Luca already left for Bellingham yesterday, none of them having Friday classes. Weston, Cash, Aston, and I are driving down together this afternoon, which means Aston should be here shortly. This car ride should be interesting. Neither Weston nor Cash has said anything about what they saw in the backyard at the frat party, and I’m anxious to see if they continue that or finally address the elephant in the room.
Heading back from the bathroom, where I was grabbing my toiletries, I hear my phone go off in the room, letting me know I have a text. Picking it up from where it was sitting on my desk, I can’t help the grin that slides across my face when I see it’s Aston.
JT: *one new picture*
My blood heats to staggeringly high levels when I click on the picture he sent. It’s taken in front of the mirror in his room, his eyes sparkling with mischief and his smirk dripping with sex appeal. He’s shirtless, his lean muscles, tattoos, and milky skin on full display. Dragging my eyes lower, he’s wearing gray sweatpants that hang dangerously low on his hips, showing off the deep V, and fucking hell, he’s not wearing any underwear. The thick, long bulge that his hand is wrapped around makes my mouth water like I’m a damn Pavlovian dog.
My dick twitches in my pants, and suddenly, all I can think about is him buried deep inside of me. We haven’t fucked since that first time, but fuck, I haven’t stopped thinking about it, desperate to do it again.
Me: Tease
Quickly, I save the photo to my album and get back to packing. We’re leaving shortly and I don’t have time to fantasize about Aston, no matter how much I want to rub one out doing exactly that. He’s turned me into such a horny teenage boy.
“Knox!” Weston yells from down the hall.
“Yeah?” I pop my head out my door and look down to where he’s at in the living room.
“You’ll be ready to go in twenty?”
“For sure, man. I’m almost done.”
He tosses me a thumbs up as I hear the front door close. My stomach flutters, knowing it could only be Aston. Heading back into my room before I can do something ridiculous like bat my damn eyelashes at him in front of the guys, I shove the last of my clothes into my duffle bag.
A few minutes later, a soft knock sounds as my door opens. Aston pops his head in, giving me a boyish grin. “Can I come in?” Smiling, I nod my head but say nothing. Shutting the door quietly, he walks over, leaning toward me as his warm breath fans my face.
The outside world melts away the second his lips mold to mine. My mouth opens for him instinctively and when his tongue dives deep into my mouth, I savor the taste that is absolutely him. One of his hands reaches out to cradle the back of my head while his other snakes around my back, pulling us flush against each other. Sucking my bottom lip into his mouth, he bites it before swiping his tongue soothingly over it, swallowing the moan that comes out of me.
Breaking apart, he rests his forehead on mine as we both catch our breath. His deep green eyes peer into mine, and the connection causes a chill to roll through me.
“Weston’s going to find us,” I whisper.
“You mean, again?”
Cupping his jaw with both my hands, I lean in for another quick kiss. “Yes, again. Where’d you tell him you were going?”
“The bathroom.”
Chuckling, I shake my head and put some distance between us. “Wearing those damn sweatpants that leave little to the imagination, I see.”
Looking down at his raging erection, he palms it, smirking. “Like ’em?”
“You know I do. How am I supposed to keep my hands to myself this whole ride?”
As he heads toward the door, he looks over his shoulder, eyebrow raised, and says, “Who says you have to?”
He’s going to kill me.
******
The drive back home is about four hours, depending on traffic. We all decided to take my car—a pearl white Range Rover—since it has the most room and handles the road the best. We’ve been on the road for about an hour and a half, and Weston and Cash are crashed in the backseat, having been out partying all night, Aston sitting beside me, finding a new song to play.
Breatheby sKitz Kraven comes on. Something about this song—the beat, the lyrics—and being this close to Aston turns me on, the sweats I’m wearing doing nothing to hide my growing arousal. Of course, Aston notices right away, slipping his hand across the center console and into my lap. As he palms my cock, my eyes shoot to the rearview mirror, and I let out a breath when I see both guys are still passed the fuck out.
His long, firm strokes cause my toes to curl, but it’s not enough. Slipping my hand inside my pants, I take myself out, giving him better access to what he really wants. Hissing as his warm, rough hand makes contact with my shaft, I look over and find him staring at me with so much want and desire. I force my attention back to the road while he quickens his strokes. In my peripheral, I see him unbuckling his seat belt and shooting a look behind him, presumably to make sure our car mates are still asleep.
As quietly as possible, he repositions himself in his seat, leans over, and takes me in his mouth. It’s work to not make any noise, glancing in the mirror again, just to be sure. My heart rate picks up, the thrill of getting caught heightening the sensation. He takes me to the back of his throat, and I swear under my breath, placing my hand on his head as he skillfully bobs up and down.
“Fuck, Aston. Shit,” I sigh.
He hums around my cock, sending shock waves vibrating through my body. His devilish tongue swirls around my tip and he reaches his hand over to grab my balls, rolling them around in his palm. It’s taking everything in me to not pull the car over and fuck him on the side of the road. We haven’t done that yet, but fuck do I want to.
Another glance in the mirror shows me the guys are still sleeping. Aston slides all the way down my cock until his nose is rubbing against the trimmed hair at the base, swallowing around my length, and my eyes threaten to roll back from the feeling of being lodged in his throat.
“Fuck,” I whisper. “Gonna come.”
He works his mouth up and down on my dick a few more times, the suction he’s creating mirroring a fucking hoover vacuum, and as he slides all the way down again, I erupt down his throat on a harsh groan. The noises flying from me are much louder than they should be, considering the company we have, but I can’t fucking help it.
His mouth is a fucking masterpiece.
Sitting back in his seat and buckling his seatbelt, he looks over at me, licks his lips seductively, and grins.
I say it again… this fucking guy is going to kill me. I’m so far gone for him.
The guys sleep for about another hour before they wake up and want food. We stop for dinner, then hit the road again. Since I’m driving, I drop everyone off at their respective homes once we get into town, driving around alone—and stalling—before finally deciding to head to my loving home. Nerves boil up, unsure what I’m going to find when I arrive.
Driving up the long, windy driveway, I park in my normal spot and take my sweet time getting out. It’s a little after nine, but I don’t allow myself to think they may be sleeping already. No, that’d be foolish. Before I can make my way around the house, toward the guest house, where I stay, my frail-looking mother appears at the front door, a tired smile on her face. “Knox, honey. I’m so happy to see you. We missed you, sweetie.”
Giving her a half-ass hug, I return the greeting. “Where’s Dad?”
“In his study. He’s had a rough couple of weeks at work.”
Oh, how shitty for him.
“Okay, well, the drive was pretty long, and I’m beat. I’m going to head to the guest house. I’ll just see you both in the morning. Okay?”
“Oh, okay, dear. I’ll tell your father you arrived. Goodnight.”