Page 57 of Reckless On Ice

“Fuck, I need more,” I say, voice rough and needy.

“If you want more than this, I need you naked,” Knox says, voice low and demanding.

Okay, fine, I can stop for that. His finger slips out and I hurriedly pull my briefs off as he does, before moving right back on top of him so my aching, weeping cock can rub against his. I open my legs further, straddling his hips and bending forward as I capture his mouth. A trickle of cool liquid hits my skin, sliding down my crack as my anticipation ratchets skyward, and I moan against Knox’s mouth.

“Give it to me,” I groan as his fingers lazily stroke along my slick crack. I do not have the patience for this man to take it too slow with me. I’ve had a long-ass day, and I want him all up in my ass, now.

“You’re such a power bottom. Not content as my pillow prince, letting me handle things. No, you want to control everything,” he says, slipping a finger inside my tight ring and sending a flood of tingles lighting up my awareness. “Even gotta be on top as I play with your ass for the first time.” He adds a second finger, the stretch becoming more noticeable, but decadently pleasurable as he pumps. Myhips flex erratically, pushing back against him and feeling something altogether new when he touches a place inside me and stays there.

“Holy fucking shit,” I breathe out harshly as he taps almost in a come here motion.

“Say hello to your prostate, Ryder. It’s your new best friend.” Knox grins when I’m finally able to open my eyes and look down at him. I’m rocking back on his fingers, pushing myself harder against them so he can hit that new magic spot that has me seeing stars and precum making a mess of my cock.

“I’m about to come, so you better stop if that’s not the endgame here, because I can't,” I pant, so caught up in what he’s doing to me, but finding a nugget of my rationality before I completely devolve into a rutting beast.

Knox pulls his fingers away, and the loss of that incredible pleasure is both a relief and the worst feeling in the world. He pushes me back to straddle his thighs and grabs the lube, slicking his gorgeous cock with several pumps of his hand, then moves to mine and has me flexing into his touch. He’s leaning back against pillows and I think he wants me to ride his dick, which, to be honest, I’m going to do like a total fucking rodeo star. The PRCA champ Walker DeVille has nothing on me when it comes to bronc busting. I’m about to rock Knox’s world.

He holds his cock upright and looks at me. “Take it at your pace, baby.”

Ah, fuck, when he calls me that, I feel like I can do anything.I scoot up on my knees, position him at my ass and take a deep breath that I let out as I relax and slowly drop onto his—oh, shit, his monster cock is absolutely splitting me open, the fullness unlike anything before, and I have to pant out my breaths as I inch slowly down. Getting past the first few inches of him feels like the biggest hurdle, but the man isbig, and it takes some getting used to the feeling of having him so deep inside me before I can even think of moving. Okay, maybe I won’t be rocking his world tonight, after all.

“Damn, baby, you feel so fucking good,” Knox croons, his eyes rolling in pleasure. “Fuck, this is incredible.” He moves a hand from my hip to my cock and shuttles up the length, giving me something to focus on besides his words stroking my ego.

I’m breathing easier now, and he’s hit that spot again that feels like liquid pleasure while his fist expertly navigates my cock. I place my hands on his chest and realize I can get exactly the speed and depth I need like this, while he jacks me, and holy hell, am I in heaven with the onslaught of pleasure. Who knew it could be like this? My world has opened, and I’m a fan.

“Knox, goddamn, you feel good. Fuck, I need this so bad.” I rock my hips as his snap up to meet mine and his fist shuttles along my cock, bringing me to the brink so much faster than I expected.

“I know. Show me how good you feel, baby. Be a good boy and come for me while my cock is buried in your ass. Mark me as yours,” he says, voice low and rough with urgent need.

Knox focuses on short, hard tugs on my cock, pointing it down toward his chest where he wants me to spill my release. The sight of him biting his lip in pleasure, eyes rolled, back bowed, hips rolling under me as I fuck myself on him is too much. I groan, my cock swelling in his hand as my fingers flex into his chest, nails digging into his pecs while my cum spills onto his skin in hot ropes.

He grunts, gripping my hip with one hand, and pulses inside me, painting me with his own release, which forces more spasms to my endless orgasm. When my eyes focus again, his stomach and chest are painted with my cum as he breathes heavily, looking entirely sated and content, his legs having relaxed, arms falling to his sides.

“You officially are no longer the only bottom in this relationship. That was amazing,” I tell him, slowly moving off him and falling to his side, where he opens his arm and pulls me into him. I kiss his neck, right over his erratically beating pulse point, and lick the salt from his skin.

“You were right,” he says simply.

“Yeah, I know, but what about, specifically?” I ask, feeling lust-dazed. My body is twitching with phantom spasms of pleasure from the adrenaline and dopamine still coursing through me. My ass aches deliciously and I feel him still. It’s fucking wonderful.

He chuckles softly and kisses my hair before running his fingers through it. “You said I wanted someone to meet my strength with theirs, so the power goes both ways. Yousaid the best kind of sex is when you both give and take. Now I know for sure you were right.”

“See, I knew I was your type,” I say on a yawn, burrowing my face into his neck and inhaling his amazing scent. “It's about time you agreed.” I throw my leg over his and wrap my arm over his chest, above where he’s still wearing my cum, holding him possessively, because I’m not ready for him to be free of me.

“Ryder,” he says softly into my hair a few moments later.

“Yeah, baby,” I say, the long day catching up to me and sleep trying valiantly to take hold.

“I love you so goddamn much it makes my chest ache.” The emotion in Knox’s tone is heavier than the scent of sex in the air.

My eyes fly open, sleep forgotten as he finally says the words I’ve longed to hear, but feel all the same. I push up on my elbow and look down at him, his beautiful face warmed by the candlelight in the room and the heat in his cheeks from his admission. He turns toward me, hand trembling on my thigh that covers his.

“You don't have to say it back, and you don't have to earn anything. You’re worthy of love just as you are, and you’ll always have mine, no matter what happens between us,” he says, reaching up and smoothing hair away from my face.

I lean down and kiss the mouth that just said the most beautiful words to me. I rest my forehead against his and breathe through the unexpected tumult of feelings pinballingthrough my chest, hitting vital organs, making me bleed out the words, feelings, and so much soft stuff I’m not used to. It all coalesces into a caramel sweetness that bursts out of me in a rush I couldn't stop with all the duct tape or comportment lessons in the world.

“You’re everything I’ve ever wanted and didn't think I deserved. You're the best thing that’s ever happened to me. Goodness and light and safety when everything else sucked. You’re my whole life and I love you so fucking much I don't even have words to describe it. You’re my everything, and I will burn down the entire world to make sure I get to keep you in mine.”

“Damn, baby, where the hell did that even come from?” Knox says on a shaky laugh as he finds a pair of boxers and cleans off his chest and stomach. He turns toward me, kissing my eyes and cheeks. “Stop making these grand proclamations in bed, or I’m going to expect you to be a romantic all the time.”

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