I smirk at him and hold eye contact as I lick the head of his thick uncut cock. The mushroom head is a deep purple as I pull back his foreskin, and the veins that travel along the length are sticking out from all the blood flow rushing there.

  Knox’s hands find purchase in my hair, and his lids lower slightly as I continue to lick him like an ice cream cone. His hazel eyes are easy to get lost in, but I want him to lose control.

  Relaxing my jaw, I take more of him into my mouth, smiling around him as he moans and grips my hair tighter.

  “So… good…” he praises, and his words have me wanting to devour his cock and make it my last meal.

  Keeping him deep, I continue to suck, bobbing up and down like it’s all I ever wanted, striving to take him all. Knox is a big boy, and his cock is a perfect match. I wouldn’t be surprised if this is all that anyone has been able to take of him. However, I’m not just anyone, and neither is he. I’m extremely motivated to claim his entire cock with my mouth.

  I want it.

  I want him so badly that my own length is like a steel rod between my spread thighs. He hasn’t even touched me, and I’m throbbing, my heartbeat an echo in my ears.

  Reaching up, I squeeze his hairy ass and use it for balance, then make my move. I open wide and plunge my mouth around him, taking in every inch and pushing to take in more. My lips are stretched wide to accommodate his wide base, my nose is pressed into his soft pubic hair, and my chin is snug against his balls.

  “Jesus!” he cries out in surprise, his hands instinctively curling around my head and pressing me to him.

  I can barely look up, but I’m able to see him through my lashes. His eyes are closed tight, and his mouth hangs open wide in stunned wonderment.

  I can tell he’s not breathing either. He’s too caught off guard. I’d chuckle but can’t with his enormous cock lodged down my throat. Instead, I hum, vibrating the head of his cock.

  The added sensation makes him gasp and finally take a deep breath, bringing him out of his momentary mind-blown state. His fingers relax, and I can slide enough of his shaft out to take my breaths, but I don’t stop working his length. I use a hand to stroke the lower half, which is now well-lubed in the thick saliva from my throat.

  Able to look up at him clearly, his eyes meet mine, and what I see there blows me away. He’s still stunned and a bit vulnerable, but mostly, I see a hunger for something deeper and a swirling inferno of desire, need, and desperation for more of what I’m doing to his body.

  I can see that his longing to cede control of his pleasure is as great as my own to deserve and earn the privilege of commanding it.

  “I’ve… I’ve never felt that before… never had anyone who could…” he mumbles.

  I pop off him with a growl and interrupt with a firm, “Good!”

  He’s silent now, waiting and listening with his full attention.

  With his hard length held firmly in my hand, I stare directly into his eyes. “I’m glad that you’ve never felt that with anyone else. It means that it’s mine now. I’ve claimed it…” I stroke my hand up and then back down his length, “… with my hands…” I press my lips to his tip, “… with my lips…” I swirl my tongue around his head, “… with my tongue…” I plunge myself all the way down his shaft again, then come right back up, “… and with my whole mouth.”

  I slowly suck on just his head. Swirling, suctioning, and laving it around and around with my tongue. “Do you agree? That as long as we’re together, this belongs to me now?”

  Knox groans out a shaky “Yes,” followed by a stronger, “Oh God… yes.”

  I practically purr. Knox is fucking sexy when he falls apart. It’s beautiful to watch and drives me crazy with my own need that’s getting harder to ignore.

  I continue to suck just his head, knowing it will drive him crazy. It doesn’t take long for him to start voicing his desires. “I… I need… more.”

  “What do you need?” I ask.

  “I need you to suck my cock,” is his reply.

  I smirk, knowing what he means but drawing this out. “That’s what I’ve been doing,” I say, sucking on his head again.

  “That’s… that’s not… what I meant,” he stutters.

  Popping off again, I ask, “Then what did you mean?”

  Looking down at me, he has a pleading look in his gaze. “I need you to take more of me.”

  I smile up at him. “Tell me exactly what you want. Tell me how badly you want it and beg me to give it to you.”

  His eyes widen, but his cock also twitches and gets even harder, the pre-cum pooling at his swollen tip. He’s excited and likes this as much as I do.

  Unable to resist him any longer, I go back to sucking his head again.

  “I want you to swallow my whole cock again. Work my entire shaft with your amazing lips, tongue, mouth, and hands. I need to feel you surrounding me, taking me in and claiming me. I want to take the first step and start giving my pleasure over to you.”

  He’s panting and desperate for more. His fingers flex, stretching out, then clench into fists. There’s a war going on inside of him, to just grab my head and thrust in. To take what he wants versus staying still.

  Giving over control, even temporarily, to another is not an easy thing to do, despite how badly he wants precisely that.

  He’s a powerful beast of a man. Exercising control in most of his regular life, but with an underlying need to submit sexually to another.

  He is exactly my kryptonite, and I want him.

  “Please! Please, Gunnar. I need you to suck me like only you can. Please!” His voice comes out shaky from his desperation, his fingers threading through my hair again.

  Hearing the tone of his voice, begging me by my name is my trigger. It makes me want to give him everything he asks for.

  I give in to my desires and plunge my mouth down on his cock. Once I reach the base, I tighten my throat and suction hard as I slowly draw him back out. I repeat the move over and over, never going too fast but just enough to have him edging again and again. I want him to beg me to let him come. I need it like I need air to breathe.

  And he doesn’t disappoint, giving me what I want. “Gunnar, please! I want to come… I need it. Please, Gunnar… I need you to make me come.”

  I can’t help but praise him. As my mouth nears the head of his cock, I mutter, “Mm… good boy,” then slide back down again.

  I continue my rhythm but take my hand that’s been holding his cock, liberally covered in my spit, and reach between his legs to circle a finger around his pucker. Knox’s panting hitches in anticipation. A tremble starts in his legs, and I know I have him where I want him.

  He really is a good boy. He needs his hole to be breached, and I’m going to give him what he needs. My one finger dips in, but I can tell he’s no stranger to this. He needs to feel this, and not just a single little finger. I take a second finger and push them both in together. Knox’s groan is one of pleasure mixed with relief at finally having my fingers inside his hot channel. I pump them in and out a few times, matching what my mouth is doing. His hands caress over my moving head and settle on the back of my neck. It’s somehow comforting, grounding in a way, and makes me feel connected to him in this moment, all at the same time.

  Taking a deeper breath, I sink my mouth and bottom out, but instead of moving all the way up again, I only bob up and down an inch or two. At the same time, I use my fingers to press down and firmly circle his prostate.

  Knox immediately tightens his hold on the back of my head and neck and lets out a keening wail as his entire body shakes. “Gunnar! I’m—” His breath catches, stopping his next words, and I hum in approval.

  His cock throbs and pulses right before jets of his cum rocket repeatedly into me. I keep bobbing and circling, determined to milk out every last drop.

  I want it all.

  I don’t stop sucking until Knox is vibrating and has difficulty standing.

  “That was… beyond words,” he utters.

  I wink and beam at him, although it hurts a little from how sore my jaw is.

  “Give me a few minutes to unscramble my brain after that,” he says. “But get on the bed with me. I want to stroke you first before switching to my mouth.”

  We get on the bed, moving together so he’s pressed against my side, his head resting on my shoulder, and my cock in his hand. “You are fucking hot,” he tells me, looking at me with lust-filled eyes, then brings his lips to mine in an earth-shattering kiss.

  I don’t think I’ll ever get sick of making out with Knox.

  While we’re kissing, Knox moves his hand slowly up and down my achingly hard shaft. I’ve been leaking pre-cum the entire time I had him in my mouth and am already dangerously close to the edge.

  “Would you like me to take care of this for you?” he asks as his hand slides up and down. He reaches down and cups my balls, squeezing them and making me moan. “These are so full… you must be aching.”

  “Yes,” is all I get out, but it’s an answer to both of his questions.

  “I think that can be arranged,” he teases, sliding down my body, leaving a trail of kisses as he goes.

  I want my dick in his mouth now, but I think he’s getting off on teasing me. Hmm, I think I have a bit of a brat on my hands. It’s a good thing I enjoy some cheeky behavior coming back my way.

  The kisses start at my collarbone, moving to my chest. He pauses there to suck on my nipples, and my hips buck off the bed as I cry out from how fucking amazing it feels. After he’s spent a good amount of time lavishing my chest, he continues downward, kissing and licking my stomach, then my hips. It’s like he’s making every effort to avoid my cock, and it has me growling.

  “Knox, quit teasing,” I grunt out, my voice much less authoritative now than I’d like it to be.

  “What do you need, handsome?” he asks with a smirk that has me itching to spank him.

  He knows what I want, but he’s making me ask for it.

  “I want your mouth on my cock now,” I grit out between my teeth.

  “Is that how you ask?” he counters with a lifted brow, making me wonder if he wants me to spank him.

  Maybe he does, but we haven’t discussed that stuff yet. This proves it’s definitely a conversation that needs to be had.

  “Knox!” I growl out. “Your mouth on my dick… right fucking now, or so help me God, I might not be able to prevent myself from giving you a very red ass!”

  Knox snickers and licks his lips, winking. “With fucking pleasure.”

  My head falls back the moment he encapsulates me with his warm, wet mouth, and I swear to God I see Heaven. Knox is definitely talented in the blow job department.

  Thankfully, he doesn’t tease me anymore. Instead, he sucks my length down completely, taking me to the hilt and hollowing his cheeks around me while bobbing in short, fast strokes.

  The sensation is euphoric on its own, but then he takes my balls in his hand, too, and I’m a goner. “Fuck… I’m not going to last with you doing that.”

  But he doesn’t stop.

  There’s nothing left to say, but that doesn’t mean the room is quiet. The wet sound of Knox slurping me into his mouth and my high-pitched moans fill the space and give me a heady feeling.

  My balls tighten with my impending release, and he pushes his face down harder, taking me in that extra bit and gagging a little, but the constriction of his throat has me seeing stars.

  Then he hums.

  The man fucking hums!

  The tight constriction combined with the vibration right against my cockhead has me exploding.

  “Oh… f-f-fuuuck,” I call out as my hips involuntarily thrust up, and my hands grab his head firmly, keeping him against me as I unload everything I have into his eager mouth.

  When I’m finally spent, my hips fall back to the bed, and I let him go. He doesn’t pop off me right away, though. He spends time gently licking and sucking my spent dick clean of every last drop.

  I can’t help but watch him. His gaze meets mine as he slides his mouth off me one last time and smirks in satisfaction. Then giving me a wink, he pecks a tiny kiss on the tip of my cock before climbing up the bed to lay beside me.

  We are both breathless and lay there staring at each other with giant, goofy smiles.

  “I can’t believe we just did that,” he says in an awe-filled tone.

  “Any regrets?” I check.

  He kisses me in response. “None. You?”

  I smile, shaking my head. “Never. Besides, it would be pretty stupid to regret mind-blowing, amazing sex.”

  Knox chuckles, pulling me into his arms. I rest my head on his chest, and this amazing rush of contentment washes over me, wrapping me in a hug of happiness.

  “What are your plans for tomorrow?” I ask as we cuddle.

  “Not really sure. I was thinking of maybe heading to the store. It sucks being alone, but I don’t want to put other people at risk. It sucks enough that you’re in this because of me.”

  I kiss his chest, and the contrast of hair against his skin has me running my fingers through it, trailing them over his stomach.

  I hate that he keeps beating himself up. It’s not like he asked for this.

  “You’re too tough on yourself.”

  “Do you need anything done around here?” he asks instead of agreeing with me, but at least he isn’t arguing.

  “I don’t think so,” I tell him but pause, trying to think if that’s true. “Do you still draw?” I ask after coming up blank with tasks.

  Knox laughs, causing my head to bobble along. “I stopped after I graduated. How do you remember that?”

  “We might not have been close, but I paid attention. You were excited about drawing in high school. I for sure thought you would go to college for art.”

  “I thought about it, but it wasn’t very practical. They call people starving artists for a reason,” he notes.

  “You could still keep it as a hobby, though. Just because it’s not a career doesn’t mean you can’t still do it…” I pause and wait to see if he’s going to respond. When he doesn’t, I continue, “Why don’t you pick up some good pencils and a sketch pad while you’re out tomorrow?” I suggest.

  “That actually isn’t a bad idea. It will give me something to do to kill the time.”

  I beam at him and lift myself so that I can give him a kiss. “You’ll come to learn I’m always full of good ideas,” I joke.

  “I don’t doubt that for a second,” he murmurs against my lips, giving me another kiss.

  When I settle back on his chest, a yawn slips past my lips, and I cuddle in more. His chest hair tickles my cheek, but I love it. I may be dominant during sex, but I can be just as mushy as anyone else the rest of the time.

  “Thank you for convincing me to push past my hesitations.”

  “Thanks for taking a chance on me, on us. I’m excited to see where this goes,” he tells me, then kisses my head.

  I’m pretty sure I could turn into a puddle of goo on the floor right about now. Knox is an amazing man. Tough and strong, yet sweet and giving too.

  As my eyes flutter shut, there is a permanent smile on my face.

  Tonight’s been one of the best nights of my life.

  Chapter Nineteen

  Knox

  How are there so many art pencils to choose from?

  I’m staring at rows and rows of pencils in an art store, trying to pick the ones I need, but feeling ridiculously overwhelmed.

  Finally, I grab an assortment pack of pencils and a cheap drawing pad, then head to the checkout. A tingle runs up my spine as I walk out of the store, and I glance over my shoulder to see if someone’s following me.

  A young girl with blue hair heads inside, but no one else is around. Fuck, am I just being paranoid?

  Giving my head a shake, I beeline for my car and head to Gunnar’s place, ready to draw something for the first time since high school.

  While driving, my phone rings through the Bluetooth, and I answer it with a smile when I see it’s my sister calling. “Hey, T, how’s it going?” A primal growl is followed by a whimper that resonates through the speakers, making my heart race. “Are you okay?” I check and take the exit toward her house, thankful I hadn’t passed it yet.

  “Yes,” she pants out. “But I guess I’m having this baby now.”

  “How far along are the contractions?” I ask, stepping on the gas, going just over the speed limit. Hopefully, it’s not fast enough to trigger a cop into pulling me over.

  “I don’t know, but they hurt,” she complains.

  “I bet. I’m on my way, about five minutes away. Meet me outside with your bag,” I instruct.

  “Okay.” She whines, making my heart break a little.

  I know she wishes her husband was here for this, but at least I can be there for her.

  It doesn’t take long to make it to Tatiana’s narrow street. Just as I’m nearing her house, I hit a bump that rattles the SUV. “Shit,” I grumble. “Someone’s really gotta fix these streets.”

  I hit the brakes to make the turn into my sister’s driveway, but nothing happens.

  “What the fuck,” I growl out, slamming on the brakes this time.

  Again, nothing happens, and I know I have to figure out a different way to stop. Throwing the car into neutral, I turn the steering wheel and aim the passenger side of the vehicle at the giant tree in Tatiana’s yard, bracing for impact.

  When the car hits the tree, I’m thrown forward slightly, and I feel a little like I’m a hornet being shaken up in a Coke can. Thankfully, I wasn’t going very fast. Even though the front end of the SUV is most likely smashed up, I’m fine.

  “Holy shit balls!” Tatiana screams. “Are you okay?”

  I get out of the beat-up car and shrug. “I think so, but we need to take your car to the hospital.”

  “What about your SUV?” she asks. “Shouldn’t we call someone?”

  She’s clearly flabbergasted about the accident, but when she doubles over as a contraction hits, I know we don’t have time for this.

  “I’ll call Nixon from your car, but we have to get you to the hospital,” I instruct, reaching for her bag.

 

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