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Lying down on my stomach, I take a second to let my brain catch up to my body. I’m trying to navigate my way through this while fighting against nerves and lust.
I run my hands over his abs before tracing the lines at his hips with my index fingers. I follow them all the way to his cock before wrapping a hand around it and tugging once.
“Ungh,” he groans, pushing upward, straining to reach my mouth.
I watch with rapt attention as pre-cum beads at his tip. Still holding on, I run my tongue over his cockhead, reveling in his sweet flavor. He shudders beneath my touch, his fingers twisting in my hair, pushing me down.
“Do that again.Fuck,Knox. Do it again,” he pleads.
I obey, taking another swipe, and am rewarded with the most delicious sounds and another burst of flavor on my tongue. My sexual history isn’t long. In fact, it contains a whopping total of three women. Even still, not one of those partners—including the one I was married to—has ever been this responsive, needy, or desperate for me to touch them.
And fuck if it doesn’t make me want to rock his world.
Finally done with the teasing, I remove my right hand from his dick and grab a hold of his balls again as I pull his rigid cock into my mouth. Taylor and I groan at the same time. Mine is a wordless vibration. His is my name.
“Knox…fuuuuck, yes.”
I smile and begin to really get into it. It’s not long before I have to adjust the angle—this isn’t a motion my neck is used to. I sit back on my heels and lean forward so I can bob up and down more than back and forth.
I really have no clue what I’m doing, but Taylor seems into it.
The way his body tenses and his muscles tighten with certain motions and speeds clues me in to what he likes, and I focus on those. He doesn’t play coy, try to push me off, or worry about smells, sounds, or tastes. He just lies back and enjoys it, giving in to the pleasure.
And fuck if it’s not the hottest thing I’ve ever witnessed.
I can tell when he starts to get close because his groans become staccato whimpers, so I pull off his cock.
I’m not ready for this to be over.
Chapter 24
Taylor
“Why’d you stop?” I ask, pushing up onto my elbows to look at Knox, afraid it was too much too soon, and he’s going to bolt.
Fuck, I hate this feeling.
“I don’t want it to be over so fast,” he says, rubbing my thigh, once again surprising me with how quickly he’s learning to embrace this side of himself.
His answer has me relaxing and lowering myself back down onto the pillows.
It’s definitely an odd time to reflect on my relationship with Patrick, but perhaps I’m able to do so because I’m starting to feel safer with Knox. As this thing between us progresses, it’s becoming easier to see the ugly truths behind my last relationship…but the higher the toxicity, the harder it seems to let it go. Like, without a chance to confront it, it’s somehow cemented itself in my mind as this thing of perfection it never was.
Our dynamic was always a little off because it was alwaysmegoing tohim,but I understood our relationship was hard for him, and I wanted to make him comfortable. It wasmetaking care ofPatrick, trying to keep him afloat. We only went out inpublic a few times, and Patrick made us drive an hour in any direction just for dinner. He’d never hold my hand in case we ran into someone either of us knew, and while the sneaking around was fun in the beginning, six months of it was a red flag that hindsight has so kindly pointed out.
Meanwhile, even though Knox is battling his own demon of loss, I can’t help but notice that instead of using me, he's pouring himself into me. Instead of bleeding me dry, he’s filling me up.
My erection hasn’t subsided under Knox’s heated gaze, but enough time must have passed because he lowers his mouth back to my eager cock. Tightening his lips, he repeatedly runs them over my crown.
I don’t know why everyone tries to deepthroat all the time. The sensation from this short range of motion right here has my balls drawing up and lightning racing down my spine…and he only has two inches of my dick in his mouth. His trimmed beard is also deliciously scratching the inside of my thighs just like I thought it would.
Knox is fucking huge. His six-foot-four body bent over my dick looks like an oxymoron, but it’s so damn hot.
“Knox, I’m about to come,” I warn. “If you don’t want to swallow?—”
He pops off my dick.
“If I didn’t want to swallow, I’d finish you with my hands,” he informs me, taking charge of a situation he’s barely dipped a toe in.
