Page 22 of Slick & Spooky

Another crack fills the room.

And this time, I break.

The orgasm hits like a punch to the gut and I convulse through it, arms straining to keep me upright as I spill into thetight pouch of my jock. It soaks the fabric, leaks through it, drips onto Knox’s sheets in slick trails that feel more like confession than climax.

Months of tension, denial, and wanting all poured out in one devastating release.

Behind me, Knox hums a low, satisfied sound, then his hand wraps around the fabric of my pouch. I can’t help but twitch from oversensitivity as he strokes through the mess I’ve made. The gentle caress of his finger tips is indulgent as he savors it.

He steps around the bed and I remain frozen still panting and high off my orgasm.

Positioned in front of me he slowly comes into focus until he’s the only thing I can see standing just at the end of the bed.

“Eyes on me,” he says.

I obey, stilling my trembling body as I lift my gaze to his.

He raises this hand that stroked me through that unholy mess and brings two fingers to his mouth. They drag across his lips before he sucks them clean, eyes locked on mine the entire time.

Like he’s tasting victory.

Despite my release, I swear I’ve never been harder.

Knox fists a handful of my hair, yanking my head back until I’m looking up at him with my mouth parted on instinct.

With his free hand, he undoes his belt with sharp, practiced motions. The buckle clinks, the zipper follows, and then his pants drop to free his uncut cock. Thick, flushed, already glistening at the tip.

I can’t help it. My mouth opens wider, eager to taste him, and my hips roll subtly, grinding back against nothing, so needy and absolutely shameless.

He grins, and then, without a word of warning, he lets the spit trail from his lips. A thread laced with my cum dripping it onto my tongue like it’s the most natural thing in the world.It barely has time to hit before he thrusts forward and fills my mouth in one smooth motion, taking my breath and every last ounce of composure with it.

He shudders, a guttural sound catching in his throat as his hips start to rock harder. Less rhythm now, more need. His fingers tangle deeper into my hair, gripping like he means to anchor himself there, like if he lets go, he might unravel entirely. The sting at my scalp sharpens with every thrust, pressure spreading across my skin until it borders on pain.

My eyes blur with more tears I don’t bother wiping away. Drool slips down my chin soaking the corners of my mouth as I gag around the size of him.

I should feel used. Submissive. Reduced to nothing but a hole. But instead…

I feel electric.

Powerful.

Because he’s lost in me. Unraveled and exposed, finally giving me the darkness I demanded. Not because I was soft. Because I was relentless.

“Fuck, that’s too good.” Knox pulls out, and I lurch forward, mouth open chasing the taste of him. I barely brush the head and he watches, eyes dark, tracking every needy flick of my tongue as it circles the edge of his foreskin.

His hand presses between my shoulder blades, then glides down my spine until his fingers slip between my cheeks. He finds my hole without hesitation, circling the rim with a maddening tease.

“You ready for me?”

I nod, still mouthing at the head of his cock like I can’t help myself.

He drags his middle finger back up and holds it out to me.

“Suck,” he says, voice all grit and control.

I obey without hesitation, lips parting to take both fingers into my mouth. I suck hard, cheeks hollowed, eyes locked on his. He thrusts his fingers deeper, testing me until I gag around them.

I don’t flinch. Keep giving. Keep proving I can take it.