Page 95 of Up In Flames
Placing my palms on his knees, I push them back into his chest while also using them as leverage, and I begin rocking in and out of him.
“Oh, fuck,” I moan, my head rolling back before I quickly bring my eyes back to the sight in front of me.
“Should’ve done this sooner,” Knox mutters. I have his massive frame almost folded in half, and he reaches forward, placing his hands on my hips.
“Every night from now on,” I say, picking up speed with each thrust. I look down, spit directly on his cock, and wrap my hand around it. “I need you to come with me, Knox. I’m going over the edge, and I want you there, too.”
I pump my hand three times for every one thrust of my hips, and I can tell he’s getting close because his cockhead is swelling and?—
“Oh, fuck yes. Taylor, I’m there. I’m?—”
“Give it to me,” I demand. “Your pleasure belongs tome. I’m the only one allowed to fuck it out of you.”
“Yes…fuck…ungh…ungh…unnnngh.” Knox groans, his abs contract, and his ass chokes my cock so hard I’m flying over the edge right after him.
Slamming my hips into him, I spill so far up his ass he’ll be leaking my cum for a week.
Several minutes later, I still haven’t caught my breath, but I slide out of Knox as gently as I can and grab a warm, wet washcloth from his bathroom to begin the cleanup process.
I think he’s asleep until I begin to drag the cloth over his ass, and he bolts upright.
“I can do that.”
I press a kiss to his chest before pushing him back down with my hand. “I know. But this is part of it. I made the mess. I’ll clean it up.” A lesson that was obviously not taught to several of my previous partners.
Knox sounds almost angry when he says, “You don’t have to wipe my ass for Christ’s sake, Taylor.”
And then I realize he’s embarrassed. Post-nut clarity is a real thing and sometimes it creates more problems than the sex itself.
I stop what I’m doing and sit back on my heels. “Did you enjoy it?”
“Obviously,” he answers grumpily.
“Then why the attitude?” I ask, not letting him off the hook.
He’s quiet while he searches for an answer before finally saying, “This part doesn’t feel sexy.”
“Oh, but it is. Nothing is hotter than watching my cum drip from your hole. In fact, I’d actually rather watch it for twenty minutes andthenclean you up, but baby steps.” I shoot him a wink, and he shakes his head.
He likes to pretend that he thinks I’m being ridiculous, but I know he loves it.
Once we’re both cleaned up and back in bed, I lay my head on his chest.
“So, is it safe to say we’re doing this?” I ask as Knox’s fingers play with my hair.
“This,as in a relationship?” he asks, and I feel him looking down at me. I catch his smirk out of the corner of my eye as he follows it up with another question. “Are you asking me to DTR?”
Now it’s my turn to shake my head and laugh. “You’re showing your age with that phrase.”
“Says the guy with the theme song toFriendsas his ringtone,” Knox fires back.
“Hey,Friendsis iconic and transcends generational age gaps, thank you very much.”
Growing serious, Knox asks, “Do you thinkwecan transcend a generational age gap?”
“I think we just did.”
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