Page 42 of Wanted
Oh fuck.
Knox replied with a broken moan, but then warm hands that already felt so familiar snuck under his top, exploring his body with confidence none of Knox’s previous lovers had. Nails teased his stomach, leaving fiery trails, only to continue north. His nipples throbbed even before Liv drew all over them with his fingers.
Liv’s voice curled in his ear like a tender caress. “This is the night. The night I’m going to pop your sweet cherry.”
Breath caught in Knox’s throat, because as much as he knew he shouldn’t, he enjoyed every heartbeat of this. “You know I’ve fucked before, right?” he said, trying to play it cool as he pressed his scorching forehead against the wall. He could hardly believe what Liv’s fingers were doing to him.
What if he cametoofast? Or just from touching? That would have been the most embarrassing moment of his fucking life.
Liv hummed, and his skillful fingers rolled down, making sure to trace every rib before settling on Knox’s hips as if they’d always belonged there. In control. Taking the reins of whatever was to happen next.
And Knox was glad for it, becausehesure as fuck didn’t know how to proceed.
“Maybe. But not like this. Not with a man. And not with me,” Liv whispered so quietly Knox needed to focus to hear him over the noise coming from the hangar next door.
God. If Liv pushed his pants down and tried slamming into him right here, in near-complete darkness, standing against the wall, Knox would have done nothing to stop him.
He’d never felt like this in sex. He was always the one expected to know what he was doing, the one in charge. It felt so good to let go and be open to whatever came next.
“What if you don’t like it?” Knox whispered, giving voice to one of his nagging, insecure thoughts as he stood still, with hands against the wall as if he was about to get frisked by a cop.
The room smelled of stale air, but the scent Liv carried on him—fresh yet tinged with the familiar aroma of motor oil—both excited and calmed Knox. It made leaning into this so much easier. He trusted this man, and if Liv promised to keep him safe, Knox was ready to take a leap into the unknown.
“You, moaning my name, legs spread as I push my dick in your tight ass? I’m pretty sure I’m gonna fucking like it.” Liv gave Knox’s neck a teasing bite.
“Oh,” was all Knox managed to say, because his cockthrobbedin response. He was getting lightheaded just from listening to Liv’s dirty words. This was already the hottest experience of his life, and they hadn’t even undressed.
“Just ‘oh’?” Liv insisted and gave Knox’s nape a long lick before pulling him away, toward a blanket-covered bed that dipped under his hand with a squeak of old springs.
“You’re… intense. I’ve never seen you like this,” Knox muttered as Liv pushed him down on the mattress. He wouldn’t dream of fighting back. This was where he wanted to be. No wonder countless women had fallen over themselves to get their hands on Liv.
His eyes adjusted to the dim light, but Liv was still barely a shape with the dirty window behind him. A very attractive shape, with shoulders much wider than his hips and the swagger of a rockstar. Liv was the epitome of cool, of never giving a fuck. In comparison, Knox was such a pathetic bundle of nerves.
And yet, somehow, Liv wanted him. The why, and what, and how would come later. They were questions too complicated for Knox’s lust-soaked brain, so he tried to even out his breath as Liv kicked off his sneakers and then opened the zipper of his jeans so loudly it seemed to echo in the quiet room. Once his pants were off, he approached like a jaguar stalking Knox in the dark.
Knox couldn’t explain it, but the fact that he was still wearing a T-shirt and socks, as if undressing all the way were too bothersome, made him somehow even hotter.
Gay coke?
No. His new addiction wasn’t about just any man. Knox was already getting hooked onLiv.
“Ready for me?” Liv teased as he straddled Knox’s waist, resting his cock and balls right under Knox’s pecs.
And while Knox wasdefinitelynot ready, he whispered a breathless, “yes.”
Knox considered reaching out to touch Liv’s hard dick, but before he could have made up his mind, Liv rose over him, and the air became dense with the warm aroma of lust. Knox couldn’t see what Liv was reaching for in the dark, but—
A small, dusty lamp went on, bringing outallthe details.
Heat flushed Knox’s face like a punch as he stared at the stiff dick swaying right above his nose. Thick, long, and scented with arousal, it was the most beautiful thing Knox had ever laid his eyes on, and its wide head glistened, inviting his mouth for a taste.
Liv moved closer, until his knees tickled Knox’s armpits, and his balls rested against Knox’s chin when he lowered himself with a cocky grin. Knox had to force himself to look beyond the beautiful piece of equipment, because Liv’s whole body was deserving of worship. So he swept his gaze over the intense expression on his friend’s face, the chest wrapped in a T-shirt at least a size too small, and down the insanely hot V-shape below, which led the eye straight back to Liv’s cock.
Acting on pure instinct, Knox opened his mouth and licked the sac hovering above his lips. When he tasted the salt and soap on soft, hairy skin, Liv’s thighs tightened around his head and he moved forward, dragging his balls over Knox’s lips. His harddick twitched against Knox’s face, and when Knox nuzzled it, Liv took a deep breath.
“Fuuuck…” His fingers slid into the hair at the top of Knox’s head, massaging his scalp, as if Knox were a dog in need of petting. “I thought you needed to trydick, but be my guest.” He chuckled, rocking above as if he had all the time in the world when Knox was fuckingboiling.
Knox glanced into his eyes, helpless as he let his lips explore what had always been forbidden, even in his own mind. “I want it all,” he mumbled, because he wouldn’t take his mouth off Liv if he didn’t have to.
