Forsaken Desires (The Deepest Desires 2)

chapter forty-eight

Aston

Today is Knox’s birthday, and the day he finally gets his cast off.

It’s insane that it’s been eight weeks since all this shit happened. His parents are dealt with, he has his trust fund and can afford to pay for school, and he never has to look back. My heart still physically aches in my chest, thinking about the bullshit he’s had to deal with his whole life, and the disgusting nonchalance from his mom about the whole situation.

I’m in my car, on my way to pick up Knox for his appointment. My phone rings, the center console showing me it’s Luca. Pressing the answer button on my steering wheel, it connects through Bluetooth. “’Sup, bro.”

“Hey, man. What’s up?”

“Just heading to pick up Knox. He’s getting his cast off today.” While Luca and I never had an official conversation when I told him about my feelings for Knox, they were pretty apparent after the hospital incident. If anyone relates to falling for someone they shouldn’t, it’s him.

When he and Branson came forward about their relationship earlier this year, I know he was nervous as hell about it. They’re stepbrothers, have been living as brothers for years, and people can be judgmental as fuck about shit like that. Let the haters hate, though, because anyone who is around them for any time at all can tell how in love they are, how good they are for one another. Love isn’t black and white, it doesn’t fit inside a box, and it won’t always make sense to everyone.

“Right on. Everything set for tonight?”

Weston and I planned a surprise birthday party for Knox. It’s his twenty-first and his cast is off, so we’re doing it big. Weston’s house has an enormous barn in their backyard, and they’re letting us throw a party out there. I’m flying Katie in for the weekend too, so she can celebrate with him.

“Yup, Weston and his parents are setting it up this afternoon while he’s at his doctor’s appointment. He’s coming back to my house afterwards, and we won’t be going back until it’s party time.”

“What’s he think is going on?”

“Dinner with Weston’s family.”

“Hell yeah. This is going to be fucking sick.”

“For sure. But hey, I just pulled up outside of Weston’s to get Knox, so I’ll just see you later.

“Aight, bye.”

Grabbing my phone from the cupholder, I open up my text message with Knox.

Me: I’m outside.

Finny: Ok. Be right out.

Not even a minute later, he’s rounding the car, climbing in the passenger side. “Hi,” he says, leaning over, giving me a kiss.

“Hey, birthday boy. Ready to get this damn cast off?”

“Abso-fucking-lutely! Let’s go.”

I’ve genuinely never seen Knox happier than he’s been since cutting ties with his mom. It’s like an ugly, toxic weight was lifted off his shoulders, and he’s able to breathe for the first time in his life. He’s smiling more frequently, and his overall mood has just been lifted.

I love to see it.

We make it to his appointment right on time and the doctor gets us right away. The whole appointment, including removing the cast, takes less than an hour. Walking back to the car, I’m feeling giddy as fuck to get him back to my house.

“What now?” he asks as we reach my car.

Grinning like the cat that got the canary, I say, “Birthday sex.”

“Oh, hell yeah. C’mon, let’s go.” His straight white smile is big and bright as his eyes darken with desire.

After his appointment last week, when the doctor cleared him for activity, we decided to wait until he got the cast off before we had sex. Both of us have been going out of our minds waiting. The last time we were together like that was back in April, and it’s now August.

It’s a real effort maintaining some semblance of control on the ride home, not running any red lights, keeping a decent speed. It’s a damn miracle I’m able to put the car fully in park when we get back to my house before we’re both jumping out, walking embarrassingly fast to the front door. Thankfully, my parents are back at Lake Chelan this week and Anderson is over at Weston’s, getting ready for tonight.

Unlocking the front door, we barely make it over the threshold before we lose it. Slamming his back against the door, my lips are on his before he has time to react. He opens for me automatically, my tongue darting in, worshiping his mouth while my hands slide under his shirt. His abs tighten and goosebumps blossom under my touch. His hands—both of them—cup the back of my head, pulling me closer. Not an inch of space lies between our bodies, his hard, thick cock rubbing against mine.

“Upstairs, now,” I growl against his lips, turning on my heel toward the stairs.

“Last one to the room bottoms!” he yells, flying past me on the stairs, stripping out of his shirt as he goes.

“You fucker!” Taking the stairs two at a time, I reach behind and pull my shirt off, discarding it next to his at the top of the stairs.

He says nothing, throwing me a wicked hot grin over his shoulder. We’re racing down the hall like a bunch of school-age boys—him in the lead, me right on his heel. We pass Anderson’s room, then the bathroom as I pick up the pace, but he rounds the corner to my room half a second before I do.

Hands pumping the air, he looks back at me. “HA! Fucking beat you. Take them pants off, Walker,” he taunts, tossing me a wink while working his own pants down.

A shiver runs through my body at what’s to come. Flicking the button and unzipping the fly to my jeans, then kicking my shoes off, I push my pants down my thighs until they pool at my ankles. Doing the same to my boxers, I toss them aside, making my way over to the bed, stopping at the nightstand to grab the bottle of lube.

He comes up behind me, wrapping his arms around my stomach, placing kisses along the back of my neck and shoulders. Goosebumps erupt in his wake, warmth breaking out all through my body. My cock has already perked up from the anticipation, and his feather-soft kisses cause it to twitch and leak, begging for attention.

“Turn around,” he says, barely above a whisper. His voice is full of gravel and dripping with sex. The second I’m facing him, he crashes his lips down on mine.

Opening for him, his hot tongue slips into my mouth, tangling with mine while one of his hands comes up to grip the back of my head. There is an abundance of passion and love packed into this kiss, and it’s almost too much to handle. His other hand tweaks my nipple in between his fingers, an involuntary groan coming up my throat.

Placing both hands on his hips, I pull him flush to me. His body trembles when our hard lengths glide against one another’s. Reaching down, I take us both in my hand, stroking while he continues to devour my mouth.

“Fuck.” He rests his forehead against mine, a deep, shuddering breath fanning my lips. “On the bed.”

Walking back the two steps it takes for my legs to hit the bed, I drop down, scooting over until I’m lying up by the headboard. Wrapping my hand around my aching cock, giving myself a few lazy strokes, I watch him crawl toward me on the bed. Heated eyes devour my body, like a lion on the hunt.

Slapping my hand away, he grabs me at the base, closing his mouth around my tip. My hips thrust forward, my head falling back. “Fucking hell, Knox,” I groan. Deep, sweeping strokes of his tongue go up the sensitive underside before twirling around the tip, swiping up my arousal pooled there.

My brain is short-circuiting, unable to think of anything past him right now. The pleasure he’s giving me, the love pouring out of him in waves, everything that is him. Grabbing the bottle of lube, hitting it against his shoulder, I say, “Get me ready. I need you inside of me now.”

Pulling off me, he smirks, uncapping the lube and pouring a generous amount on his fingers. My heart beats hard in my chest as I watch his dark hooded gaze take me in, then he brings his slick fingers to my hole. It’s been so long since anything has been back there, and a wave of nerves courses through me, quickly replaced with a blaze of desire when his eyes lock with mine.

“Relax, baby,” he coos, massaging a finger around the hole, gently pushing the tip in.

I bite my bottom lip, wrapping my palm around my cock again, stroking slowly while he works his finger in. Getting past the tight ring of muscle, the burn intensifies slightly, my eyes slamming shut.

“Look at me.”

Opening my eyes, I find his, as he pulls his finger out, quickly replacing it with two. Tightening my grip on my cock, I stroke quicker, the burn dulling a little. He crooks his fingers, grazing my prostate on his way out, white-hot pleasure shooting through my body. “Ah, fuck, Knox. Yes.”

Adding a third finger, he picks up the pace, scissoring and stretching my ass while I continue to fuck my hand. Every time he grazes that sweet spot inside me, my whole body tingles.

“I’m ready, Knox,” I breathe, slowing my strokes. “Fuck me.”

“Condom?”

“No, I want to feel all of you. I’m clean. Stick your dick in me now.”

“Okay, shit. Say no more,” he says, a cocksure smile on his face. Uncapping the lube again, he coats his rock-hard cock, adding some more to his fingers to slick my hole up more for him. “Ready?”

Nodding and sitting up to rest on my elbows, I watch as he lines himself up and pushes in slowly. Wrapping his slick palm around my cock, he gives me a few strokes before giving me another inch, repeating this process until he’s fully seated inside of me. The sheer fullness of him in my ass is overwhelming in the very best way.

“Fuck, Aston,” he groans, giving me a minute to get used to his size. “You’re so fucking tight.”

Leaning down, he places both hands on the side of my head, capturing my lips in a kiss so soft, my toes curl. Pulling almost all the way out, he thrusts back in, swallowing my moans with his mouth.

Slowly, the burning is replaced with earth-shattering pleasure as he picks up the pace, thrusting his tongue into my mouth. Wrapping my hand around his nape, sucking on his tongue, I groan into his mouth as he fucks me fiercely. He pulls back, watching me with fervor, the grunts coming out of him primal and raw. Sweat lines his forehead, his eyes almost black with hunger, the corded muscles in his neck and his arms prominent as he pounds into me in a steady, fast rhythm.

His cock continually brushes against the sweet button inside of me, electric currents swimming through my veins with each thrust. Wrapping my hand around my cock and stroking, my balls start to draw up. “Fuck, Knox. I’m ’bout to come.”

“Ahh, me too. Fuck. Come with me, Aston.”

My eyes never leaving his, my cock erupts thick, hot spurts of cum all over my stomach, as I swear and moan incoherent words. Thrusting into me a few more times, his cock pulses in my ass as he comes on a deep roar.

Once he finishes coming, he pulls out of me, collapsing on the bed beside me. “Goddamn, I’ve missed this.”

Rolling on my side, I bring my lips down on his for a quick kiss. “Me fucking too.”

“Do we really have to go to Weston’s for dinner tonight? Can’t we skip it and fuck all night?”

“No, we can’t skip it, dude. Get up, let’s shower.”