Page 28 of Slick & Spooky
Not the warmth, or the slow, drowsy blink of morning when everything feels a little too loud and a little too close. Definitely didn’t get the body beside me with his wrapped arms around my waist, despite how hard he fought to keep me out of this bed.
The sun’s barely up, casting hazy streaks of gold across Knox’s room. The sheets are a mess. Damp in places, bunched in others, stained with a mix of fake blood and glow-in-the dark paint. I’m tangled in them, half-naked and fully undone.
I don’t remember falling asleep.
There’s a shift beside me, then a low, gravelly voice, “You’re staring.”
I glance over to find Knox watching me through half-lidded eyes, one arm tucked under his head. He grins, sleep-warm. “Don’t tell me you fell in love.”
“I was gonna wake you up with my mouth, but since you’re already up…”
He sighs. “Cool. I’ll go ahead and pretend I’m still asleep then.”
I lift the sheet and find him already hard, thick and waiting. I wrap my hand around the base and give him a few light slaps against his stomach. He hisses, one arm tossed lazily over his eyes.
“Eyes on me, Knox.”
He shifts, dragging his arm away, and meets my gaze still a little bleary, but locked in.
“We’ve got a few things to discuss,” I say before I swallow him whole.
I pull off with a wet pop and rest my cheek against his thigh like I’m settling in for a long talk. He groans.
“I’ve given it some thought,” I say, casually stroking him, “and if we’re gonna keep doing this, I have a few demands.”
“Tyler—”
“One… I’d like to go on a real date. Like, with food. Outside. Two… I want to be able to tell people. Not everyone, but some people.”
He shifts like he’s going to sit up, but I push him back down with a hand to his stomach.
“Three… don’t interrupt me when I’m brainstorming.”
“You can’t make relationship demands mid-blowjob. This is emotional warfare.” He stares at me, slack-jawed. “I don’t negotiate with terrorists.”
“Negotiation implies you have a choice” I say sweetly, and then take him all the way back in.
He lets out a strangled sound that might be a curse.
“Okay, okay…” he pants, voice catching as I twist my hand and rock up and down his length. “I’ll take you to lunch.”
I pop off and stare at him.
“Dinner,” he corrects quickly.
Satisfied, I drop back down and pick up the pace.
“But you cannot tell anyone we’re doing this.”
I immediately pull back, wiping my mouth with the back of my hand as I move to climb off the bed until he grabs my wrist.
“Let me finish,” he says.
I pause, one brow raised, fingertips dragging along the underside of his cock as I wait for the rest.
“Until after initiation.”
He’s laid out and trembling, hard and hopeful, on full display in front of me. It’s almost funny how easily he gives in when I push.