Page 113 of Wanted
Knox hollowed his cheeks, cradling that hard cock on his tongue as desire cascaded down his body, teasing every bit of skin. He murmured when Liv’s grip on his hair tightened. Liv’s dick was the perfect size to enjoy all the fucking time. Thick, but not monstrously so, it had a smooth head and a veiny shaft Knox loved wrapping his lips around.
Tempted by the warmth radiating from Liv’s pants, he reached inside and gave Liv’s balls a gentle squeeze that made him get to his toes with a barely-stifled grunt. “Knoxie... God, I swear you give the best head. I love coming in your mouth,” he rasped, flushed a deep red.
Looking up at Liv’s face and hearing his stifled moans was half of Knox’s pleasure. And yeah, he loved pet names now. Made him feel special.
But they didn’t have all that much time, so while Knox enjoyed tracing his hand all over Liv’s thigh, he pushed forward, letting Liv’s cock into his throat, time and time again as he bobbed his head at an increasing pace, sucking on the shaft as he got into the rhythm of it, encouraged by the way Liv’s hands trembled against his skin.
Yep, he fucking loved blowing his man, and refused to feel ashamed. Bill and his brother could go fuck themselves if they had a problem with it.
The roar of engines and the loud music blocked out whatever sounds the two of them might have been making, but he was so caught in the moment, so utterly hypnotized by the hard meat in his mouth that he didn’t try to make sure they were alone.
He trusted Liv to keep him safe.
And in return, he’d give Liv the best pre-race release.
“Jesus… fuck… almost there, suck me dry,” Liv mumbled, holding Knox’s head and thrusting his hips to jab his cock into Knox’s mouth faster.
Knox teased the head with his tongue before stilling, ready to drink Liv’s cum. When the stiff dick in his mouth went even more rigid, and then shot warmth down his tongue, Knox tightened his lips, creating a seal around Liv’s shaft.
The intoxicating mixture of adrenaline and joy flowed through Knox’s bloodstream, making him drunk and dizzy when Liv stroked his face with a lusty smile. “Come on, my turn.”
Knox clutched at Liv’s clothes and pulled himself up before pressing against him and burying his face in his fragrant neck. “Nah, you’re gonna have to wait until after the race. This way, you reallycan’tcrash.”
Liv blinked, and his lips twitched as he grabbed Knox’s arms, holding him for a deep kiss that had Knox’s body on pins and needles. Oh, he might just come in his pants if they kept grinding against each other like this. Like that first time, when Liv got on top of him and dry humped him to oblivion.
“You tease,” Liv whimpered, lapping up some of the cum that escaped Knox’s lips and rolled down his chin.
Knox chuckled and rearranged his ponytail. “Gotta keep you on your toes.”
They both turned their heads when someone knocked on the roof of their car and cleared his throat.
Dex raised his eyebrows with a little smirk on his freckled face. “All due respect and shit, but there’s a race inminutes? I bet on you.”
“Were you… here the whole time?” Liv asked, adjusting his clothes.
Dex glanced at his nails and shrugged. “I’m a gentleman, I don’t interrupt if I don’t have to.”
Knox shook his head. “That’s fucked up.” Then again, it wasn’t like Dex would have seen much from the other side of the car.
They faced the uninvited guest?or,sponsor, as he’d called himself before?but Dex’s gaze wandered down Knox’s body, and he whistled.
“The mark of a pro.”
Knox glanced down to his soaked jeans. Fuck. It didn’t help that he was still hard and horny. But, at the end of the day, was he really embarrassed of giving head in front ofDex, a guy who had a shameless sex story for every occasion?
“You’d know.”
Dex grinned and pulled his neon green hat lower on his forehead. “This one time—”
“I do have to go,” Liv butted in, taking off his scarf.
Dex nodded. “Yeah, yeah, let’s go. Everyone else left while Knox played your flute,” he said, making a broad gesture at the empty space around their vehicle.
Liv shook his head and put the scarf around Knox’s neck, tying it into a knot at the front. “Gotta take care of a throat this golden,” he whispered, winking as if he wasn’t afraid of what was to come at all.
“Just… be careful,” Knox said, touching his fingers. But he knew there was no way to be careful and win. He could only hope that, despite the bravado that always drew him in like a moth to the flame, Liv would know when to stop.
Liv’s gaze settled on him, and he gave Knox the softest of kisses, barely touching his lips. “This is what I’m good at. Don’t worry. I’ll be back.”
