Page 41 of WITSEC
A slow smile stretched across my face. “Maybe.”
Before I could finish saying the word, he lunged for me. I took off toward the living room. Arms caught me around my middle just as I reached the couch. Knox spun me around and his hands lifted me up by my butt.
“That was easy,” he said as he held me.
“Oh, be quiet,” I said just before slamming my mouth over his.
Our kiss started off passionate, but at the first stroke of his tongue, desire began pumping heat through my veins, nearly making me feel crazed.
He carried me a few strides until he was laying me down on the couch. We ripped away each other’s clothes in a quick, frantic manner. After we were both naked and Knox retrieved a condom, he knelt between my legs. His large hands ran down my body, starting at my collarbones. Those warm hands paused over my breasts so he could cup them and run his thumbs over my hard nipples. I arched into his touch, wanting more. His pointer fingers joined his thumbs and he tugged and tweaked on the hard buds, making me gasp.
“You’re so fucking beautiful,” he said as his hands glided down my stomach and around my waist.
Reaching between us, I wrapped my hand around the base of his hard cock. He only let me stroke him twice before he lifted me and arranged us so that I was straddling his lap.
“I want you to ride me,” he told me and scooped up the condom from where he’d placed it on the arm of the couch.
As soon as he ripped it open, I took it from him. He didn’t protest and watched with a sexy smirk on his face as I rolled the condom onto him. That smirk dropped, though, as soon as I put a hand on his muscled chest and lifted up my hips to align him with my entrance.
I sank down on him slowly. His chest expanded beneath my hand as he inhaled and held his breath until he was completely inside of me. He exhaled a curse and grabbed me by my hips as I started to lift. He gripped tighter as I went to sink down on him again. He wanted me to come back down slowly. So I did and he watched as his cock slid deep inside me.
He loosened his hold on my waist and just rested his hands there as I took back control. “Ride my cock until you come, Shiloh.”
“What about you?” I asked as I rolled my hips.
His smirk returned and with it a promise that when it was his turn, I’d thoroughly enjoy it. Until then, he’d watch as I used him. I felt like I’d just been asked to perform the naughtiest show of my life.
I was happy to accept that challenge.
I held onto his shoulders as I bounced and ground on him until I relaxed enough around him to switch things up. He wanted a show, I’d give him one where he could see everything.
I arched back, placing my hands on his knees. As I impaled myself on his cock, chasing that delicious feeling that would deliver my release, my boobs bounced. The way he watched me with darkened and hooded eyes was so sexy to see, it helped spur me toward the edge. As if knowing I was so close by the breathy whimpers that were coming out of me, one of his hands slid up from my waist to the back of my neck and his grip tightened on me. He brought me down harder on his cock as he thrust up tomeet me. I cried out every time he did it and when I came, my body tightening up, he kept slamming me down on him over and over again, drawing out my orgasm to the point my head fell back.
His hand at the back of my neck pulled me to him and he kissed me between my panting breaths. As I was still recovering, my limbs feeling weak, Knox sat me on the couch. “Flip over, facing the couch,” he ordered.
I got on my knees facing the back of the couch. Standing behind me, he grabbed my hips and pushed back inside me. Groaning, I grabbed ahold of the top of the couch.
“Don’t let go of the couch. I’m going to take you hard,” he warned as he withdrew and slammed back into me.
The force behind his thrusts nearly made me go cross-eyed. “Oh, God!” I moaned.
He chuckled. “If that’s what you want to call me.”
“I wasn’t—” Thrust. “Calling—” Thrust. “You that.” My words came out staggered and breathless.
As he continued to pound into me, one of his hands left my hip and he fisted my hair, tugging it just enough to border the edge of pleasure and pain. “I’m the only one fucking you, Shiloh. If you don’t want me to think I’m a god, you better start moaning my name.”
The sounds of my moans and us slapping together were undoubtedly reaching every corner of the cabin. I’d be really surprised if my other boyfriends weren’t awake and didn’t know exactly what we were doing.
Knox let go of my hair and reached his hand around the front of me between my legs. He began rubbing my clit.
Release slammed into me, making me cry out, “Knox!” My upper body collapsed against the back of the couch, panting.
As I just lay there contracting around his cock, his grip on my hip tightened and his thrusts quickened until he slammed into me one last time. “Fuck,” he growled as he came.
We stayed still for a minute, just trying to catch our breath. Then Knox eventually pulled out of me and left to go dispose of the condom. I was in the same position when he returned.
“I think you managed to break me,” I said as I watched him put his sweatpants back on and scoop his navy T-shirt off the floor.