His only acknowledgment was a resounding slap on my behind.
“Which room?” he demanded, taking the stairs two at a time.
I was dizzy with lust and vertigo. “This one,” I managed. In seconds I found myself on my back in bed with the naked Knox ranging himself over me.
“Oh my God. Is this really happening?”
Whoops.I hadn’t actually meant to say that out loud.
“Do not come to your senses yet,” he ordered.
“No sense here. Promise.”
He was too busy looking pained to be amused. I couldn’t blame him after I got my first good look at his erection. It was arousing, intimidating. A thick, purple-headed leader in the world of erect penises. I got a little dizzy when Knox fisted it.
I hoped to God he knew how to use it. Few things were more disappointing in this life than a well-endowed man who had no clue how to use his equipment.
Apparently it wasn’t time to find out though, because Knox slid down my body, parting my legs and draping them over his shoulders.
When he pressed his face between my legs, my stomach muscles contracted so hard I worried I’d pulled something. Oh. God. His beard was abrasive between my thighs, and I freaking loved it.
His tongue. For being a man of few words, his tongue was pure magic.
He paired long greedy strokes with short, shallow thrusts. In a matter of seconds, I was ready to come.
“Wait, wait, wait,” I whimpered, gripping his hair.
He stopped immediately, earning serious points.
“What’s wrong? You okay?” Concern warred with need in those steely blue-gray eyes.
“This is a one-time thing.” I needed to say it aloud. To remind myself that this was the one and only time I was going to let Knox Morgan make me come.
“One time,” he agreed, still watching me closely. “Final offer.”
“Don’t talk like a game show host when your face is between my legs.”
“Don’t ask me to have a conversation when you were just about to come on my God damn tongue.”
“Point taken,” I said. My insides were actually pulsing with greedy desire. “One-time thing. Make it count.”
“Then you better hang the fuck on.”
It was a good thing I did as he told me because a second or two after my hands wrapped around the brass headboard, he did something magical with his tongue at the same time that he crooked his fingers inside me and my entire body imploded.
I closed so tight around his fingers I worried he was going to need an X-ray. Not worried enough to stop and check, of course. Because I was in the middle of the best orgasm of my life and I had priorities. If I had broken his fingers, he didn’t seem to mind because he just kept right on licking me through my bone-shattering release.
“Still coming. I can feel you,” he said on a groan.
At least, that’s what I thought he said. My ears were ringing like I was in a church bell tower on Sunday morning.
“Gonna need a minute,” I gasped, fighting to get oxygen into my lungs.
“Uh-uh. Making it count,” he said from somewhere that sounded very far away. “Besides, I want to slide my cock in you while you’re still coming.”
“’Kay.”
I heard the distinct crinkle of the wrapper from either a Pop-Tart or a condom. It appeared to be the latter because the wide crest of his erection was prodding at my very core.
He paused long enough to swipe his tongue over each of my breasts before rising up on his knees.
He looked like a vengeful warrior. Tattooed and muscled. His lids heavy, chest heaving. At least I wasn’t the only one having a damn good time, I realized.
It was my last coherent thought before he thrust his hips and buried that long, thick weapon of mass destruction inside me.
Our eyes locked, and his face froze in agonized pleasure and triumph as he hit the very end of me.
I didn’t realize I’d spasmed up into an ab curl until he put one of those big hands on my chest and pressed me back down to the mattress.
“Relax, baby. Relax,” he whispered.
I let out the breath that had been trapped in my lungs and sucked in another. He was so damn big. And he was right—I could feel the tiny little tremors working my muscles around him.
“You keep milking my dick like that, sweetheart, and this is gonna have to be a two-time thing.”
“Mmmph. Good. Yes.”
He grinned down at me. “So this is what it takes for you to lose that fancy vocabulary of yours.”
“Ugh. Are you gonna talk all day or are you going to move?” I grumbled. The need was already building in me again. I wondered if Knox’s cock was some sort of magical wand that cast orgasm spells, rendering things like rally time and biological requirements non-existent.
“Look at me, Naomi,” he said.
I did as I was told.
“Goddammit, you’re beautiful. And so fucking wet for me.”
And he was rock hard for me.
That’s when he started to move. Slowly. Languidly. Sweat glistened on his skin. His jaw was set. But his hips pumped like a metronome as he glided in and out of me.
It felt like heaven. But I could tell he was holding himself back, and I wanted to give him everything he needed. Wanted him to take it.
“Don’t be gentle,” I groaned.
“Taking my time. Deal with it.”
“Knox, if you get any more blood in that appendage, it’s going to explode.”
“You’ve got an opinion on everything. Even on how I fuck you.”
“Especially on how you fuck me.”
He kissed me probably just to shut me up, but I didn’t care because when I hitched my hips higher, his thrusts came faster, went deeper. He was pushing me just past my comfort zone, making me take a little more than I was confident I could handle.
And damn if I didn’t get off on it.
He was giving me what I needed without me having to spell it out for him and break it down. Without me having to ask. Without him saying, “maybe it’s just easier if you do it yourself.”
“Come back to me, Daisy.”
I blinked, and Knox’s face came back into focus, hovering over me and looking serious. “You’re right here when I’m inside you. Nowhere else. Got me?”
I nodded. Embarrassed that I’d nearly gotten lost inside my head. He was right. How many times had I gotten so wrapped up in my plans and lists that I missed what was right in front of me? Or in this case, inside me.
To prove I was with him, I sank my nails into his shoulders and squeezed my muscles around his shaft as he drove deep.
“That’s my girl,” he groaned.
What we were doing felt so good. So right.
His chest hair tickled my puckered nipples as my heels dug into those perfect ass cheeks of his. Another orgasm was already starting to build.
It felt otherworldly good.
He felt it too. His thrusts were harder now, less controlled, and I wanted more.
“Can’t decide how I want you,” he confessed through gritted teeth. “Thought about too many ways.”
“You have?” I breathed, trying to sound surprised like I didn’t have a regular fantasy of him banging me bent over the pool table at Honky Tonk.
He nipped at my bottom lip. “Up against a wall in my office. My hand over your mouth so no one can hear me making you come. You riding me in my truck. These perfect tits in my face so I can suck you while I fuck you. On your hands and knees looking over your shoulder while I work you from behind.”
Okay, those were pretty good.
My breasts felt heavy, swollen. Every nerve ending in my body was lighting up. And those ab muscles I thought I’d torn with my first orgasm were tensing again.
“Fuck, baby. You just keep getting tighter.”
I could feel every vein, every ridge, every inch of his arousal as he drove into me. Again and again, he rammed himself home. Euphoria filled my head like a fog.
His muscles were taut under my fingers. We were both shaking. I was going to come with him inside me and never be the same again. He forced a hand between us and cupped my breast, my greedy nipple pebbling against his palm.
“Take it all, baby.”
And I did, opening as wide as I could and holding on for dear life as he drove me over the edge.
He didn’t ease me into the orgasm—he detonated it. It shot through me like high voltage, making me tremble from head to toe. I buried my face in his neck and screamed.
“Ah, fuck. Fuck!”
I opened my eyes to find him powering into me, eyes half-closed. All vestiges of control snapped.
I felt his erection swell inside me as he grunted on the next thrust and the next. I was still coming when he jerked inside me, letting out a guttural shout of triumph. He buried himself deep and held there. Our bodies aligned, releases synchronizing. With every wrenching pulse of his erection, my muscles gripped him tighter.
“Naomi,” he growled into my neck as we rode it out together. Hearts pounding as one.
UNINVITED GUESTS
Naomi
Asoft snore startled me from my incredibly steamy dream about Knox Morgan. When I heard the snore again, felt the warm, hard body against me, my eyelids flew open cartoon shade-style.
This wasn’t a dream.
I’d accidentally had sex with my grumpy boss, infuriating neighbor, and flagrant backyard pee-er.
I waited for the stampede of regrets to charge through my brain like bison on a dusty prairie. But it seemed my body was too sated to allow for that. Knox had banged my brain and body into submission.
Carefully so as not to disturb my snoring bed partner, I rolled to face him. He was naked, the sheet tangled up in his legs, leaving most of his spectacular body on display. This was the first time I’d had the opportunity to study him up close without him knowing.
That thick, dark, dirty blond hair was mussed from my hands. There was a small scar between his eyebrows and another one, longer, more jagged, near his hairline. His lashes were long enough to make me jealous. His lips, usually closed in that firm, disapproving line, were parted slightly.