Page 36 of Fright Night
“H-how…?” It’s too dark to see for certain, but I’m convinced he altered this maze somehow and that’s how he’s been cheating.
His single step forward is all it takes for my heart to flutter like a hummingbird. Uncertain what he’s about to do, but thrilled nonetheless, I’m forced to admit Knox is right about fear leading to pleasure.
I feelalive.
He snaps forward and grabs my throat, forcing me to kneel again. His thumb traces over the mouth he recently kissed, and I already know that version of him and him now are two different people.
“Thisis how I expected to find you waiting.”
“You left,” I explain again, since the first time was met with stony silence.
“It was only a matter of time until you came to me.” Although his eyes are covered, I’d bet they’re glinting with sin. “Unzip me and pay the price.”
My gaze falls to his jeans, feeling like I’m in another world, and I reach forward to carefully tug the zipper down and undo his pants. His cock falls out in my hand, hard and long with smooth skin I immediately run my hands over, my thighs pressing against one another.
I want to taste him.
He bats my hands away, fists my hair, and twists the strands until I’m gazing up at him. He doesn’t speak. He doesn’thaveto. Silence is Knox’s language, and it’s one I understand all too well. As his thumb brushes the underside of my jaw, he releases a low, approving noise.
“Suck me, Trickster. Show me how you can obey at least one command tonight.”
Despite his order, it’s he who yanks me forward, the head of his cock slipping between my lips. He’s thick along my tongue and I manage to take him all the way to the back of my throat. My hand strokes what doesn’t fit, but as he thrusts, it’s all sort of uncoordinated.
Not that he seems to care. Looking up between my lashes, his head is tilted to the side, as though he doesn’t have the energy to hold it upright while also keeping me in sight. I wish he’d lose the mask to make his face visible.
As I pull back, my tongue pushes along the underside of his head, only to be rewarded with a low moan.
“This is what got me through the nights. Imagining you like this. All pretty for me, moanin’ around my cock like you’ll never get enough.”
Not sure I ever will. Not after this experience.
Despite the heat behind his statement, he sounded lonely too. I really don’t know much about his time away, but after this, I plan on asking him.
The closer his orgasm approaches, the quicker his thrusts, and the less I’m able to focus on suction. His hand clenches tighter in my hair but then abruptly he tugs me off him, panting.
He discards the mask to the side, releases my hair, and stares down with such reverence it knocks the breath from my lungs for a whole new reason.
“Turn around.”
I do, getting on my hands and knees, a similar position to how he had me earlier. He lowers to his knees behind me and his cock glides against the wetness between my legs—courtesy of sucking him off.
I angle my hips with a low whine, trying to urge him inside me, but still he hesitates, his fingers clenched around my hips.
“I’m on the pill,” I guess the reason for his hesitation.
“Thank fuck.”
Knox pushes between my shoulder blades, arching my body, and slams inside me in one go. He pulls back halfway before thrusting all the way home.
My fingers dig into the ground. This is…it’s too much.
He slowly rocks into me, gentler than I imagined he could be, and croons as he rubs a hand down my back. He does it again, only this time, I flinch as the telltale cool and sharp tip of his knife rests against my spine.
“You’re obsessed with that thing.”
“Because it keeps you on edge.”
He isn’t wrong.
