Page 69 of Up In Flames
Knox’s back bows off the bed.
“Holyfuckingshitthatfeelssogood.” It comes out as one long word, some letters not even pronounced at all, as he shudders through the statement. But I have to agree, itdoesfeel so good.
“Mmm,” is all I manage out loud as I continue jerking us off together before leaning forward. I want to mark him with more than just my cum. He whines at the loss of contact from my hand, but the friction from our bodies soothes him as I ride his lap, our dicks trapped between our torsos. I bite his pec hard enough to bruise, then suck to make sure I break every capillary under the skin, wanting my mark to last. His big hand lands on the back of my neck, encouraging me to continue violating his flesh. After achieving my goal, I sit back up and grip our cocks again.
At some point, I become totally selfish, using all the strokes I like. I’m about to adjust, choosing something that might suit him more, when I feel Knox begin to swell.
“Oh, fuck yes. Let me watch you come undone,” I beg, pumping my hips into my hand as I work Knox through his orgasm. As soon as the first drop of cum hits my hand, I use it as lube on my shaft, and my release soon follows.
Once we’re both covered in sweat and cum and our breathing evens out, he brushes my hair off my forehead and gives me the most achingly sweet kiss.
Knox is a lot better at this than he gives himself credit for.
I didn’t necessarily expect him to do forehead kisses, but the reassurance it provided me just now has my stupid heart melting, and we haven’t even discussed where this is headed.
“Tell me what you meant earlier,” he says as I roll off of him to snuggle into his side, liking the way it feels far too much.
He flips me so I’m facing away from him as he cocoons me in his arms like I’m something precious, and molds himself against me.
Turns out Knox is a spooner, after all.
“What I meant when?” I ask sleepily.
“When you said I was starting to catch on. Catch on to what?”
“To dropping the label,” I answer easily. “See, I think sexuality fluctuates on a spectrum instead of being a definitive point,” I explain. “Most straight people are only straight because they’ve never allowed themselves to look for a potential partner of the same sex. Sure, our DNA and biology point to male/female pairings for reproduction and to keep our species alive…but our species isn’t in danger of extinction at this point. That driving force in our biology is no longer required, and society is starting to reflect that.” Just to make sure Knox understands that I’m not casting shade onanyone, I add, “There’s nothing wrong with solely being attracted to members of the opposite sex. Just likethere’s nothing wrong with solely being attracted to members of the same sex. But that’s the point, isn’t it? Why can’t everyone just be attracted to whomever they want? Relationships should be built on three main principles. One: mutual respect. Two: consent between adults. And three: it’s no one else’s business.”
When my rant finishes, Knox makes no comment, but sits with my words for a couple of minutes. Finally, I feel his head nod on the pillow behind me as he whispers in my ear, “If you’re feeling up for it, would you want to go out to lunch with me tomorrow?”
He can’t see my smile because I’m facing away from him, but I know he can hear it. “Like a date?” I clarify.
“Yeah,” he confirms. “Like a date.”
“I’d be honored.”
“Can I pull your chair out for you?” he asks skeptically, like if I say no, it’s a deal breaker.
“Yes.”
“And I can open your door?”
“Yes.”
“And I can pay for your meal?”
Laughing, I answer, “Of course, you can. It’s nice to know chivalry hasn’t completely died,butI would like to do those things for you sometimes, too.”
Knox kisses the back of my head and says, “I like you.”
I try to look over my shoulder, but my neck is still sore. Knox must notice because his fingers land on the back of it, rubbing gently. Before I can tell him I like him too, he says, “And I really like those fucking lips of yours.”
“Oh, baby, you haven’t seen anything yet,” I tease.
I got close this morning, before Javi’s phone call, but I was interrupted.
My lips are fucking magical, and it’s probably too soon to make Knox fall in love with me.
Chapter 25
