Page 110 of Knot Going Down
I want to taste Declan, want to feel the weight of him in my mouth, want to sink my teeth into his proverbial forbidden fruit.
His cock is stunning. Thick and long and precisely manicured. A perfect representation of the man. Controlled. Presentable. It twitches against his stomach.
“What are you going to do to me?” he growls.
Fuck, I love how growly he is, always with that grumbling gravelly tone.
“I’m going to enjoy you.”
Starting slow, I lick the underside of his length from balls to tip, spending a little extra time teasing the space right below his rounded head. He tastes salty and musky, but there’s a hint of his forest scent, like… pine nuts. It’s a heady concoction I could easily get addicted to.
He bucks his hips. “If you’re going to blow me, do it already.”
“Oh, Officer. I’m not just gonna suck you off, I’m gonna break down every ounce of resistance you have to this. By the end, you’ll be in my custody as much as I’m in yours.”
I spit on his cock, watching as the warmth of my mouth drips down to his sack. He groans. I do it again.
“Please,” he grits out through his teeth.
“That’s it, beg for it.” Taking him all the way into my mouth, I hollow my cheeks and suck. My cock leaks over the comforter. I smile a little, thinking of how thoroughly we’re going to destroy this room and each other tonight.
He thrusts into my mouth, taking charge from below. I pin his thighs to the mattress. From the tension in his body and the noises he makes, I can tell he likes it.
“Fuck, I want to see you.” He tugs on the cuffs, metal scraping the wood. “Let me see you, Knox.”
After a brief internal debate, I push his shirt off his eyes, so it rests above his head on his forearms. Then I resume what I was doing.
It feels more intimate with him watching. This time when he bucks up into my mouth, I let him take control. There’s a sense of surrender in the act that isn’t one sided. He’s surrendering to me, letting me take the most vulnerable part of him inside me. And I’m surrendering to him, submitting, letting him use me for his pleasure.
“You look so good with my cock in your mouth,” he moans. “Fuck, don’t stop. Don’t you dare fucking stop.”
I stop.
Long enough to smirk at him—smug and unrepentant. He laughs, low and wrecked, and I go back to devouring him.
My cock is harder than it’s ever been, and I rut it into the bed, trying to get the friction I need.
“Knox,” he says, all breathy and hoarse. “Knox!”
He kicks me with his foot. How long was he trying to get my attention?
“Look at me.”
I release him with a pop and lick my lips.
“Bring your cock up here. I want to taste you.” There’s a command in his voice I don’t want to deny, but…
“Are you sure?”
“Turn around and get. Your. Ass. Up. Here.” He barks this time. Fucking barks at me.
And I smile, because I fucking love the way we push each other.
“Bossy,” I murmur, even as I shift to straddle his face. “You know that only makes me worse, right?”
His mouth opens to respond, but I cut him off with the grind of my hips against his face—and then we’re both too far gone for smartass comebacks. He sucks me in like he’s starving, sloppy and eager, and I bend to take him back into my mouth, matching his rhythm with more urgency this time.
His lips bump against my knot again and again, each pass making my spine bow. I hum around his shaft, helpless to do anything else. I want to tell him how good he tastes, how fucking perfect this is, but my mouth’s full, and I don’t want to stop.
