Page 28 of Knox
I slid the drawer open and snagged the small plastic bottle inside. After coating my fingers in the slick gel, I trailed them down his crack and teased over his hole. I expected him to tense a little, but he didn’t. And when I pressed in, he opened for me so easily.
“You’re already …” My fingers slid in deeper without much resistance. “You prepped, didn’t you?”
He glanced back at me, his face flushed. “Before I left to pick you up.”
My dick twitched. “Did you think of me filling you while you did it?”
He let out a long breath. “Of course. You’re all I ever think about.”
I curled my fingers inside, hitting the spot we both loved, and he moaned. “Did you come while doing it?”
He pushed back against me. “No. Wanted to save it for you.”
I was already hard, but the image of him lying on his back, stretching himself, had me ready to blow. I pulled my fingers free, covered my shaft in more lube, and lined up behind him. Even though he was ready to take me, I controlled my movements and pushed in achingly slow.
“Fuck,” I groaned as I focused on the heat and tightness wrapped around me. “You feel so good.”
“I need more.”
“I got you.” I moved hard and deep, forcing the couch to slide across the floor with each thrust.
He gasped when I got the right angle. “There. Right. Fucking. There.”
I gripped his hips tighter and gave him exactly what he wanted. He shoved his hand between his body and the couch and started to stroke his shaft.
The sound of skin slapping skin filled the quiet apartment, and my abs clenched every time I bottomed out.
“This is what you wanted when you fingered yourself,” I rasped. “You needed me to fuck you the second we got home.”
His only response was a grunt.
I reached around and replaced his hand with mine. He pushed forward fucking my fist as I continued drilling into him. It only took a few seconds before his legs started to shake.
“Come for me,” I demanded, biting down on his shoulder.
“Knox!” he shouted as his cum spilled over my fingers.
His entire body trembled, and when he clenched around my cock, he took me right over the edge with him.
He sagged against the couch, trying to catch his breath. I curled over the back of him, resting my forehead between his shoulder blades, my cock still pulsing inside him.
Eventually, I slipped out, kissed his back, and stepped back just enough to grab a couple of tissues to clean up.
“Gotta say, reunion sex? It almost makes the time apart worth it.”
He lifted his head, eyebrows raised. “Almost?”
I leaned forward and kissed him hard. “Yes. As amazing as claiming that hot ass of yours was, I still hate being away from you. So if I had to choose, I’d pick being with you every time.”
“Your ability to be cheesy and filthy at the same time is impressive,” he teased.
“It’s a gift.” A second passed, and I added, “Maybe we should implement a new rule.”
He narrowed his eyes playfully. “Oh yeah. What’s that?”
“If we go more than an hour without seeing each other, mandatory reunion sex.”
He smirked. “I think that can be arranged.”
