Page 81 of Burnout
He nips at my thigh and pushes my legs farther apart. I’m splayed out for him, naked from the waist down and he’s fully dressed. I sit up, intending to undo his pants, but Knox doesn’t let up and the new angle has all his focus on my clit.
“Look at this pretty pussy. So tight. So greedy for more.” He shifts slightly and pulls me farther off the bed so he can keep thrusting his fingers in and out of me while continuing to lick and suck on my clit.
I’m putty in his hands. I come hard, my entire body locking up and then shaking as the orgasm refuses to end. My arms can’t hold me up any longer and I fall back onto the bed. It’s almost painful how long it goes on, but that pain melts into pleasureand I chase it, grinding down onto his face. He gives me another gentle smack and then follows it with sweet licks until my body stops writhing under him.
As soon as the tremors leave my body, I’m filled with a rush of adrenaline. I sit up quickly, and we remove his shirt, then push his jeans and boxers down. They’re also black.
My eyes flick to his when his dick springs free. He’s long and thick, smooth and hard. Perfect. I understand why he’s such a cocky asshole.
I scoot closer and wrap my fingers around his shaft, then bring my lips to the head and kiss him gently.
“Still addicted to my mouth?”
“You have no fucking idea.” He drags the pad of his thumb over my bottom lip and then pushes me down onto his long, thick cock.
His throat works as he stares down at me. He pulls my shirt up but I don’t want to let go of him to take it off.
Surprisingly, he doesn’t take over. He lets me work my mouth down his length, taking a little more each time.
Only when I take him to the back of my throat does he wrap a hand in my hair and urge me to increase the pace. I’ve always loved giving blow jobs. It makes me feel powerful and sexy, but seeing Knox with pleasure painted across his face—pleasure I put there—is euphoric. He holds on to every shred of control until the last possible second. He pulls out of my mouth and jerks himself to release, coming all over my chest and onto the bottom of my shirt.
I’m too enthralled to care and he’s staring at my chest like it’s the best thing he’s ever seen. I’ve always been self-conscious about my boobs. They’re a little bigger than most gymnasts’ but probably small on average. But right now, I’m not insecure at all.
He pulls up his pants and tucks himself away, then disappears into the bathroom. When he returns, he has a washcloth.
“This is why I wanted to take your shirt off.” He smirks as he drops the cloth on the bed and pulls my shirt over my head.
“Oops.”
He cleans me up and then takes my shirt and the washcloth back with him to the bathroom.
“I think this was your plan to keep me naked,” I say.
“Stay that way if you want, princess. I’ll never stop you, but it might be awkward for you to sit around the dinner table with your pussy out.”
He tosses me a T-shirt from the stack of clothes on top of his dresser. It takes me a second to register his words.
“I can’t go out there now.” I can still hear the TV and his brothers’ muffled voices. “They’re going to know we were in here…you know.”
“I hate to break it to you, princess, but they knew why you were here the second you walked through the door.”
I try to cover my face with the shirt instead of putting it on, but Knox takes it from me and pulls it down over my head. I slip my arms through and then get up and put on my panties and shorts. I love wearing his shirts. They’re big and soft.
When I stand, the hem falls past my shorts. It’s one hundred percent obvious I’m wearing his shirt.
“I think I’ll just stay in here.”
He laughs and takes my hand. “Come on. You gotta eat.”
TWENTY-SIX
Avery isflushed and trying to hide behind me as we walk out for dinner. Everyone is already seated at the dining room table.
I arch a brow at Jane and the smile she gives me is all the answer I need to know this family dinner is her doing. We rarely all sit and eat at the same time. Our schedules are all different and someone is always in a rush to eat and go somewhere or do something.
In the kitchen, I grab two plates and hand Avery one. I watch her take a small portion of the ravaged chicken casserole.
I consider our seating options carefully. There are empty spots across from Brogan or next to Jane. Brogan smirks like he’s dying to say something that’s going to make me want to beat his ass, but Jane looks more likely to interrogate the fuck out of Avery.
