Page 26 of Slick & Spooky

Knox is still breathing hard, hands on my hips, chest heaving. Drunk on dominance. Smug and spent.

“No,” I say. “I can’t.”

I push up off the bed, twist in his grip, and shove him back with both hands to the chest. He stumbles, caught off guard, and I use the moment to climb over him as his back hits the bed. Straddling his lap, my fingers curl under his jaw and I force his head back until he’s looking up at me.

"You're not the only one who gets to take,” I say.

He’s panting, still dazed, but his pupils blow wide. I reach down, grip his still-wet cock, and stroke him once, then I rise to my knees and press my thumb to his lips.

“Open up, Sir.”

There’s a pause that feels long enough that my heart begins to thunder, but then he grins. Not the mocking kind. This one’s different. This oneconcedes.His lips curl into something dark and proud, and his mouth slowly eases open, presenting his tongue.

“Look at you,” he murmurs. “Knew you’d figure out how to get your way.”

My cock twitches at the praise, and I grip it at the base still rock hard, still needy despite the wreckage of round one and slap the flushed head across his tongue.

"Then be a good boy and hold still."

I lean forward, palm on his jaw, my cock resting heavy on his tongue. His eyes never leave mine, and when I push past his lips, deep into that smug, smirking mouth hemoans.

I rock in and out of his mouth, groin pressed to his face with each thrust until the soft tickle of my curls brushes his nose. He leans into it sucking me deeper with his lips like he’s starving for it.

“I like you like this, Sir,” I pant. “Here for my taking.”

My fingers tangle in his hair and I pull, angling his head so I can fuck deeper into his throat.

“It’s all I’ve wanted all semester.”

A groan rumbles through him and the vibrations nearly send me over the edge.

“I think I’ll take it again and again. However I want. Since you enjoy it so much.”

I drag my cock out, just to the tip, and let it rest on his swollen lower lip. His tongue lolls out while he watches me with glassy, worshipful eyes.

“You love me untethered. Fucking insane for you.”

He traces the underside of my shaft with his tongue, dragging heat along sensitive skin, and I shudder.

“You’re perfect like this,” I murmur, hips stuttering as the heat builds again.

His hands trail up my thighs and settle on my ass. He squeezes once and then pulls, dragging me forward, impaling his own throat as he wordlessly begs for more.

This isn’t about flipping the script. It’s about showing him what happens when I stop trying to earn space I already deserve. Being all of me and letting him fucking beg for it.

As I feel myself teetering on the edge, I reach back and tug at his cock already hard again, slick with spit and cum and paint. I yank myself free from his mouth, sit back, and slide down onto him. He slips in with ease, and I slam down to the root, cursing as I start to ride him.

I’m not easing into anything now. I bounce with purpose. Fucking him with the kind of reckless hunger that says you don’t own me, but I’ll take everything you’ve got.

Knox moans and reaches for my hips to ground himself. I slap his hands away without breaking rhythm.

“This is forme, Sir. Not you.”

He chuckles then threads his hands behind his head to settle in for a show. “As you were, pledge.”

This angle is perfect. Every time I lift up and slam back down, his cock brushes my prostate. Each stroke a little sharper, a little deeper, drawing me closer to the edge until I’m teetering there, a mess of sweat and want.

I lean back, palms braced on the bed, chest heaving. My head tips with the motion, and I let it fall back as pleasure floods through me. It washes over me in wave after wave until I’m blissed out, milking every ounce of release from both of us like I earned it.