Page 13 of Knox
I slicked my fingers while he dropped onto his stomach, lifted his hips, and spread himself, while his head lay against the mattress. I knelt behind him, pressing my thumb to his hole and easing it in. He let out a low breath as his ass clenched around me.
One finger. Then two.
I took my time working him apart, curling my fingers until his hips jerked, and he was pushing back against my hand like he needed more.
“Stay quiet,” I warned.
He nodded, then reached back and spread himself wider.
I slicked my dick, lined up, and pushed in. He was tight, heat gripping me as I sank inside slowly, every squeeze drawing me deeper until I was all the way in.
With one hand locked on his hip, the other splayed across his lower back, I pulled out halfway and pushed back in, slow and deep, dragging it out just to feel him twitch around me. His bodytrembled, muscles tightening as he pressed back with a soft, instinctive roll of his hips.
A gasp slipped from his lips into the pillow.
I leaned in, my chest against his back, my breath warm at his ear. “Shh.”
He nodded again, a sharp pant catching in his throat as I set the pace—deep, grinding thrusts that rocked the bed beneath us.
I kissed the curve of his shoulder. Bit down to keep from making noise.
Then I gave him more.
Each snap of my hips slapped against him with too much sound. Skin on skin, breath on breath, the kind of rhythm that would echo if we weren’t careful. My cock throbbed inside him, the need to come building fast and brutal.
And still, he took it—every inch, every grind, every hungry shove, like he couldn’t get full enough.
I reached around and grabbed his shaft. He twitched in my hand, thick and already slick at the tip.
“You close?” I murmured against his neck.
“Yes,” he whispered, strained and shaky, his voice muffled by the pillow.
I kept the tempo steady, movements sharp and quiet, my hand stroking him in rhythm with my drives. The pressure climbed fast, biting at every nerve.
He came with a stifled gasp, his body jolting under mine, his release hot across the sheets.
I didn’t stop.
I kept moving, fucking him through it, chasing the edge while my jaw clenched to hold in the sounds trying to claw out of my throat. My balls drew tight. My stomach tightened.
One final thrust, and I came hard, spilling inside him as every muscle seized. I buried my face in the back of his neck, my jaw clenched so tight it ached.
He stayed beneath me, chest heaving, fingers twisted in the sheets.
I didn’t pull out.
I couldn’t. Not yet.
I stayed there, both of us trying to catch our breaths. The room was finally quiet again.
And for the first time in more than a day, my head wasn’t spinning.
But I knew better than to believe it would last.
I pulled out and rolled onto my back, wiping sweat from my face. My dick was wet with cum.
Knox climbed out of bed and headed to the bathroom as I sat up and followed him. He jumped in the shower while I used a washcloth to clean up, and then I said, “I’ll make us coffee. Maybe get breakfast started before Grady wakes up.”
