Page 72 of Wanted
Knox laughed. “To be fair, you did wear horns.”
“And no shirt. It was a sexy devil, not the son of Satan.”
“Oh, I remember. I was dating Louisa back then, and she insisted on couple costumes, so I ended up as a piece of toast with jam, while she was a piece of toast with peanut butter. She made them out of cardboard and I didn’t have the heart to tell her I didn’t wanna wear mine. We broke up a month later anyway.”
Liv snorted. “It wasn’t meant to be. What would our couples costume be?” he asked, leaning closer as the movie started.
As much as he liked it, right now he didn’t give a rat’s ass about Ripley, the crew, or anyone else. All he cared about was that Knox squeezed his hand harder.
Knox shook his head with a smile. “At this point? Two inmates. You could pull it off though. You look hot in overalls.”
Liv’s mouth crooked into a smile, and he pulled Knox close, until the warm head rested on his shoulder as they watched the start of the film. “Youshould wear something with easy access, because I’d definitely want to tap that on Halloween.”
Knox shrugged and pulled on Liv’s ear with his teeth. “You always have access to my face.”
Lust flooded Liv, starting where those soft lips closed around his earlobe and cascading down his body until it burned. He was hard within seconds.
“Oh shit,” he whispered, trembling when Knox’s breath caressed his sensitive skin.
“Just focus on the movie,” Knox said but his mischievous grin told Liv that he knew exactly what he did. It was almost as if they were just hanging out and having fun without all the baggage of being wanted by the cops and living off-grid.
“I don’t want to,” murmured Liv as the warm mouth descended down his neck. This was something he’d usually dotohis girlfriends, not the other way around, but damn, it felt good.
“We paid for this,” Knox whispered, but his hand still slid between Liv’s legs and squeezed his dick, making up for their spat. “Oh no. Down, boy,” Knox said and gently patted Liv’s crotch before taking his hand away.
Liv blinked in shock, turning to look at Knox’s grin. “That’s just cruel.”
Knox turned to the screen with a self-satisfied smile. “I’m not giving you a hand job at the movies. You just gotta live with it.”
Knox probably meant this to be gentle teasing. A hot prelude to an amazing fuck later. But to Liv it was a challenge, and he slid to the carpeted floor, kneeling between Knox’s spread legs.
“I don’thaveto do anything.”
Knox’s eyes went so wide Liv could see the whole universe in their depths. Or they were just reflecting the galaxies on the screen. Either way, he didn’t move a muscle. He might have even stopped breathing. It was great to know Liv had this effect on him.
Maybe he was shocked that Liv, who hadn’t given him head yet, was now possibly-maybe about to do that. And why hadn’t he? Knox had a great dick. Maybe it was just fear of the unknown? Of not being good at it? Or that it was definitely a very,verygay thing to do.
But right now? He felt himself salivate because of the way Knox watched him, uncertain of what Liv was about to do. Anticipation looked so beautiful on him.
Breathless, Liv placed his hands on Knox’s hard thighs and squeezed them before leaning in to steal a kiss from lips he’d become so addicted to.
“Are you really gonna…?” Knox whispered but didn’t push Liv away.
His nervousness only made Liv want to do it more. It was a dick. What could go wrong? He knew how dicks worked, and it wasn’t like he could attempt his first deepthroating with other people in the room. There were way too many silent moments in this movie.
So Liv grinned and pulled both his hands along Knox’s thighs, to meet at his groin. And oh, Knox was as hard as he was.
“Should I?” he teased.
Knox bent forward to whisper. “There’s people here.”
That wasn’t a ‘no’. And the presence of other people wouldn’t stop Liv, because fuck them. He’d finally gathered the courage totry this, and nothing could have dissuaded him. “I’m hornynow. And so are you,” he rasped, petting Knox’s bulge in a circular motion that had Knox’s eyelids fluttering.
Knox stared at him, then put his hand on Liv’s shoulder. Oh yes. It wason.
“You’ll miss the plot,” Knox said, but didn’t manage to hide his grin. Liv couldn’t wait to make him squirm. Soon enough, the smirk would be gone, replaced by an expression of ecstasy.
“Thisis the plot,” Liv whispered, moving lower to rub his face against the hoodie that already smelled of Knox, not just Ezra’s fabric softener. His hands found the fly, and moments later it was open, Knox’s cock only restrained by a layer of cotton.
