Page 86 of Pick Me
“Ohh.” I trailed my hand down his flank to grip him. His cock was sleep-warm and rock hard, already leaking against me.
“Want you so much.”
Damn, his sleepy voice made my chest wobble. “Yeah?”
He fucked my fist gently. “All the time. Can’t ever get enough.”
I squeezed my eyes shut. Now that was some damn honesty. And I was as helpless against it as if he’d been writing me sonnets.
“Have me, then,” I urged. “I want you to.” I rolled over to grab a condom and lube from Knox’s side table, handing the condom to him while I remained on my side and prepped myself with shaking hands.
Knox pushed my hand aside and took over the task, his fingers scissoring me open while he alternately gnawed on my shoulder, and licked my neck, and murmured sweet, nonsense words into my skin about how beautiful I was, and how special I was, and how my ass was a miracle.
The last part made me giggle silently again, and when he finally pushed my knee up and slid inside me, my laughter turned into a moan.
“Yeah. Just like that. Want to hear you happy, Gage.”
Tears sprang to my eyes because that was the unlikeliest but best thing anyone had ever said to me, and the fact that it was Knox Sunday, my grumpy, infuriating not-boyfriend, who’d thought it up made it even better.
Made itperfect.
“I am happy,” I said breathlessly. And God, in that moment, it was the absolute truth. So true that I had to bite my lip hard against all the other true shit I wanted to say that he might remember the next morning, like how much I wished it could last, how much I wanted it not to be temporary. How I’d like to be the guy he picked.
So instead, I twisted my head, searching for his lips, wrapped my hand behind his neck, and kissed him.
At this angle, Knox couldn’t move very fast—more gentle nudges and glides against my prostate than our usual heart-pounding race to the finish—but that was perfect, too. It felt like every stroke was intentional. Meaningful. And I knew later on I was gonna realize that was some top-notch wishful thinking on my part, but I’d never had sex this way before—sex that wasn’t just about getting off the fastest or the hardest, but about connecting and appreciating and loving on the person you were fucking—and so I was gonna suspend the hell out of my disbelief and ride this train.
He moved so my head was pillowed on his bicep, and his free hand tugged my cock in time with his slow, gentle strokes.
“So good,” I breathed.
My body flushed and my toes tingled, going from languid heat to impending orgasm like a flash fire. Knox knew, because of course he did, and he moved to get more leverage, to jerk me faster, to give me what I needed… but I shook my head. “I want to come just like this. Slow. Perfect. Like we have all the time in the world.” Even if our days were numbered.
“I want…Fuck. Kiss me again, Gage,” Knox demanded.
So I did.
My orgasm rolled through me, curling my toes and then tightening all my muscles one at a time like a wave. I whimpered against Knox’s lips and twisted the sheet in my fingers as I came all over his fist.
“God, you’re so fucking sexy,” Knox growled. “I can’t— I want—”
I bent my leg up higher, twisting myself in half, and he levered himself up on his palms so he was nearly on top of me and could thrust harder, deeper.
A sliver of moonlight slid through the window above the headboard, illuminating part of Knox’s face. He looked positively feral, his green eyes locked on mine, though I was almost sure it was too dark for him to see me.
“Gage—”
He said my name like the beginning of a question that would forever go unanswered because a second later his body locked down and he came with a shout.
“Remind me…” he said breathlessly as he nuzzled the damp hair at my temple. “Never to make fun of your yoga practice again. Ten out of ten.”
I sighed happily and nodded, my eyes drifting shut despite how sticky I was.
I was dimly aware of Knox leaving the bed, then climbing back in again, wiping me down with a damp cloth.
“You gonna tell me what happened in your interview?” He cuddled me up from behind, his voice rough now from sex instead of sleep, and even though I wasdone—ass throbbing pleasantly, sated as a boy could be—my dick jumped like a happy puppy because its favorite person was getting growly.
Down, boy.
