Page 81 of Up In Flames
It feels good.Sofucking good.
I roll over, pulling Knox on top of me, just to make sure we cover the entire canvas, but I can only stand the grind for another minute.
“Shit, Knox, I’m close. Get back on your hands and knees.”
He does as I ask, and I position myself behind him with one of my paint-covered hands threaded between his legs, stroking his cock while I move my face back to his ass. Although his cheeks are covered, his hole is free of paint, and I use my free hand to tug one cheek out to the side.
“Support yourself on one arm and use your other hand to help me spread you open. I want as deep as I can get.”
Knox’s multicolored hand reaches behind him, following my directions. I lap at his hole while stroking him faster. It doesn’t take long before he’s pushing back against me.
“More,” he rasps.
I fuck Knox with my tongue and don’t even recognize the sounds coming out of me when his hand leaves his ass cheek to push my head into his crease even further. He’s violently thrusting into my fist now. Every time his hips buck forward, I squeeze my fist, and every time they push back, I meet him with my face until he’s shaking and cussing and spilling his cum onto our canvas.
As soon as he catches his breath, he sits up on his knees and spins around to face me.
“Your turn.”
I hold up my finger in awaitgesture and grab the white paint. When his cum dries, we won’t be able to see it, and that’s no fun. I use that same finger to mix his cum and the white paint in a ‘Z’ pattern. “Now we’ll know where the magic happened,” I say with a grin.
“I thought X was supposed to mark the spot,” he replies with a lighthearted laugh.
Knox looks like a beautiful mess. He has light blue paint on his face and in his beard. Navy blue, light blue, and yellow coat his body everywhere else. I imagine I look similar.
I can tell he’s itching to take the reins, and I happily hand them over since he did so well for me.
He sits back on his heels and pulls me to him, my back to his chest with my own legs tucked under me. My knees are spread wide since my legs are on the outside of his. This position automatically makes my back arch, and I ache to be filled.
Knox wraps one hand around my throat and the other around my leaking dick.
“Is this okay, or do I need to grab the lube?” he asks as he strokes me.
“More paint,” I croak. It’s probably not ideal, and it gets sticky as it dries, but I’m so keyed up from eating Knox’s ass and pulling his orgasm from him that I know this won’t take long.
Replacing his thoroughly painted hand on my dick, and his other hand squeezing slightly at my throat, my body gears up for immediate release as I ride his lap. His softening cock is between my ass cheeks, and the sensation drives me even closer to the edge.
His hand shuttles over my shaft, and I lose it right as his teeth sink into my neck.
Suddenly, Knox bucks his hips forward so violently, I have to catch myself by throwing a hand down on the canvas. He anglesmy dick forward, and I realize he’s positioning me so my release spills onto the painting like his did.
He works the last drop from me, and then I feel his mouth at my ear. “What color do you want, Princess?”
The term of endearment floats out with such ease. Part of me acknowledges that Knox is a much better student at removing labels and embracing his fluid sexuality than I was prepared for. A different part of me fears I’ll have to learn some lessons of my own in order to keep up with the healing he’s achieved.
With my eyes still closed from the rapture I just experienced, I answer, “Pink. Obviously.”
Feeling him lean forward, I open my eyes and watch as Knox squirts the pink paint onto the canvas and swirls his fingers through it, mixing it with my cum, before kissing my cheek and pulling me back against him with a forearm across my stomach.
“You are the most wonderful blend of all the things I never knew I wanted,” he whispers, melting my motherfucking insides like he just injected lava into my veins. “I’ve never done anything like that before.”
“I figured you probably hadn’t,” I choke out around the emotion lodging itself in my throat. “Did you like it?” I ask, talking about my tongue in his ass more than the body paint.
“It’ll take some getting used to, but I didn’t hate it,” he admits.
“For what it’s worth, Knox, you’re a pretty incredible blend of things I knew I wanted but wasn’t sure I’d ever find.”
Again.
