Page 44 of Wanted
At least he didn’t need to face Liv while it happened, but his back still went rigid with nerves. Liv reassured him that he’d like this, but what if he didn’t? What if Knox turned out to be a complete disappointment and proved to be more work than Liv was willing to put in?
Knox had to remind himself to breathe, and it distracted him until his pants were all the way off, leaving his skin bare to the cool air. Anticipation coursed through his blood when the mattress dipped under Liv’s weight, right behind him.
“Can’t wait to hear it slapping against my hips,” Liv said in a low voice and big, unmistakably male, hands gave Knox’s buttocks a squeeze.
Knox uttered an embarrassing little squeal that made him hide his face in the pillow.
Oh god. How was he to survive this?
Liv shushed him and pressed his hard dick against the very top of Knox’s crack as he drove his palm up to rest between the shoulder blades. “It’s okay. I know what I’m doing.”
But what if he only knew how to deal with women?
It’s an ass, his brain reminded him,everyone has one, you’re not special.
But the proximity of Liv’s thick dick was too distracting to think rationally.
“I’m just… you know, I never—”
“I know. It’s fine. Gimmie that,” Liv said, and only then did Knox realize that he was hugging a pillow and was reluctant to let go of it.
Which was childish, so he surrendered his comfort cushion, avoiding Liv’s gaze. He listened when Liv told him to lift his hips, and moments later he had his dick against the pillow and butt arched for the taking. He felt like some ancient offering to the Gods.
He whimpered when Liv kneeled between his thighs and spread his cheeks open without a hint of hesitation. And he gave a sigh. Soft, smooth, and sweet like a gooey strawberry marshmallow.
“You’re pretty even down here,” Liv rasped, and his thumb swept the hairy skin on the inner side of Knox’s buttocks, touching the hole that felt almost painfully tight.
Knox’s stomach ached from tension, and while he longed to get swept up by desire, the reality of what he wanted made him so self-conscious even his teeth felt out of place in his body.
The flavor of Liv’s cock still lingering in his mouth wasn’t enough to soothe Knox’s frantic thoughts. But when Liv rested on top of him, cock pressed to the small of Knox’s back, mouth against Knox’s jaw, the overpowering tension eased.
“That’s what you want, right? For me to slowly drill you open until you’re trembling and you stain that pillow with your cum?”
Oh, fuck.
Liv was so warm and heavy on top, and his dick felt so delicious pressed to Knox’s back. It reminded Knox of how Liv had rubbed against him in the morning. How he’d come between their bodies and how hot that had been.
“Yes,” he whispered.
Liv kissed the back of his head, making butterflies flutter in Knox’s stomach. “What was that? Didn’t hear you.”
“I want your dick in me,” Knox said and dared to rock his ass against Liv.
He wouldn’t have wanted this to happen with Cyborg. He would have chickened out.
Or worse. Went with it out of embarrassment and then gone back home with his tail between his legs. But while offering himself like this made him nervous like a feral cat getting salmon treats for the first time, he knew with absolute certainty that Liv would never hurt him. They shared the kind of trust that could only be forged through years of facing bullshit together. He shouldn’t have run from this in the first place.
The sharp click of plastic made him rigid, but then Liv slid off him, resting on his side right next to Knox, and kissed his shoulder. “Don’t think.”
The cool touch of lube-covered fingers did make Knoxthink, mostly with worry how Liv felt about touching him this way, but the relaxed way Liv’s knee rested on the back of Knox’s thigh calmed him somewhat.
“What if I don’t like it?” Knox uttered, even though the slippery touch sent all his nerve endings into overdrive.
It felt so good. And knowing that Liv intended to put his dick in that tight, sensitive hole made the world around them whirr.
“Then we’ll stop,” Liv said, and nudged Knox with his nose before leaning in for a kiss.
Something in Knox’s mind glitched because, of course Liv would stop if asked. Why had he worried about that in the first place?
