Page 70 of Pose for Me

I sprawl lazily across the plush leather couch, a tumbler of whiskey dangling from my fingers as I watch Knox move about the kitchen cleaning up from the dinner I cooked. The late afternoon sun streams through the floor-to-ceiling windows, bathing him in a golden glow that highlights every muscular curve of his body. He's wearing nothing but a pair of low-slung sweatpants, and I can't help but admire the way the fabric clings to his ass as he bends to return something to a lower cabinet.

"You know," I drawl, a wicked grin playing at my lips, "It’s been a while since I’ve had you all to myself like this."

Knox glances over his shoulder, a smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth. "Don't get too comfortable," he warns, his voice a low rumble that sends shivers down my spine. "Rayne will be home before you know it."

I hum in acknowledgment, taking a sip of my whiskey. The amber liquid burns pleasantly as it slides down my throat. "True," I concede, "but we've got at least another hour before she's done with her girls' night with Kahlee. Plenty of time for some fun."

Knox chuckles, the sound rich and deep. He turns fully towards me, leaning back against the kitchen counter. The movement causes his sweatpants to ride even lower on his hips, revealing that delicious V that makes me hot every time. He knows what they do to me, so I know he wears them on purpose.

I can't help but marvel at how far we've come. From two lost, broken boys in the foster system, to this—lovers, partners, and now, part of a twisted trio with the most extraordinary woman I've ever known.

Knox stalks towards me, his movements fluid and predatory, and I feel my breath catch in my throat. The intensity in his eyes sends a thrill of anticipation coursing through my body. Without breaking eye contact, he reaches down and plucks the tumbler from my hand. I open my mouth to protest, but the words die on my lips as I watch him tip his head back, draining the remaining whiskey in one smooth motion.

Before I can react, Knox's hand shoots out, fingers wrapping firmly around my jaw. His grip is tight, bordering on painful, as he forces my mouth open. My pulse quickens, a mix of excitement and arousal flooding my system. Knox leans in close, his breath hot against my skin. I can smell the whiskey on him, rich and intoxicating.

Slowly, deliberately, Knox parts his lips. The amber liquid begins to trickle from his mouth into mine, a warm, sensual cascade. The alcohol burns as it hits my tongue, mingling with the taste of Knox himself—a combination that makes my head spin.

As the last of the whiskey passes between us, Knox closes the distance, crushing his mouth against mine. The kiss is fierce, almost brutal in its intensity. His tongue invades my mouth, chasing the lingering taste of whiskey. I moan into the kiss, my hands coming up to tangle in his hair, pulling him closer.

Instead Knox pulls back slightly, pushing back against my grip, his teeth grazing my lower lip. "Swallow," he growls, his voice rough with desire.

I obey without hesitation, swallowing the whiskey. Knox watches intently, his eyes dark with lust as my throat bobs. The moment the last drop disappears, he surges forward again, reclaiming my mouth in a searing kiss.

He pulls me up off the couch and then his hands shift, one pressing firmly on my shoulders, guiding me down. His growl is both rough and irresistible as he commands, “On your knees.”

I sink down until I’m on my knees before him. My heart races, anticipation and desire coursing through me.

Knox's hand threads through my hair again, gripping firmly. "Good boy," he murmurs, his deep voice sending shivers down my spine. I melt at his praise. His other hand moves to the waistband of his sweats, slowly pushing them down.

I watch, transfixed, as his impressive length springs free. He's large, thick and hard, the sight making my mouth water. Knox guides my head closer, the tip of his cock brushing against my lips.

"Open," he commands.

I hesitate for just a moment, a wicked grin pulling at my lips before he grips my hair tightly. The heat pooling low in my belly and the ache in my cock overrides everything else. I part my lips, allowing Knox to guide himself into my waiting mouth.

He groans low in his throat as I take him in, the sound sending another jolt of arousal through me. His fingers tightens in my hair harder as he begins to move, setting a slow but insistent rhythm.

I hollow my cheeks, swirling my tongue along his length as he slides in and out. The taste of him, the weight on my tongue, the stretch of my lips around him, the sounds he makes when I move my tongue just right–it's intoxicating, it’s addictive. I moan softly, the vibrations making Knox's hips jerk. The head of his cock hits the back of my throat and I swallow around him before forcing myself to relax.

"That's it, fuck, you’re mouth is perfect," he growls, pushing deeper. My eyes flick up to his and the look I see there tells me everything I need without words. Before Knox, I never knew it was possible to have a look of pure worship on your face when you aren’t the one on your knees.

I'm consumed by the taste and feel of Knox in my mouth, my senses overwhelmed. His grip in my hair is tight as he guides my movements, controlling the pace. I focus on relaxing my throat more, taking him deeper with each thrust.

I'm lost in the sensation of Knox, the taste of him on my tongue, when suddenly he's pulling me to my feet. His hands are rough as he yanks down my own sweatpants, exposing my aching cock to the cool air. I shiver, partly from the chill and partly from anticipation.

Knox's eyes rake over my body, dark with lust. "You little tease," he growls, his voice husky. "Wearing these all day, knowing what they do to me."

I open my mouth to retort about him doing the exact same thing, but I'm cut off by the sound of the front door opening. We both freeze, turning towards the entrance.

Rayne steps in, a knowing smirk playing on her full lips as she takes in the scene before her. She's wearing a long winter coat over her dress, which isn't surprising given the frigid temperatures outside. What is surprising is the way her eyes gleam with a predatory light, a look we've come to know well over the past six months.

"Don't stop on my account, boys," she purrs, her voice low and sultry.

As she speaks, she lets the coat slip from her shoulders, allowing it to pool at her feet. The sight that greets us steals the breath from my lungs.

Rayne stands before us in a form-fitting black dress that clings to every luscious contour of her body. But it's not the dress that captures our attention. It's the blood. Rich, crimson blood coats her arms up to the elbows, splattered across her chest and face in a macabre pattern. It glistens wetly in the soft light of our apartment, still fresh and vibrant. The sight is both terrifying and breathtakingly beautiful.

Knox's grip on my hip tightens, his fingers digging into my flesh hard enough to bruise. I can feel the tremor that runs through his body, a mix of surprise and arousal. My own cock twitches in response, hardening further despite the shock of Rayne's unexpected appearance.

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