Page 45 of Wanted
He met Liv half-way and kissed him. And as their lips touched, the tip of Liv’s slick finger pushed inside Knox.
This time, their kiss wasn’t just a frantic clash of mouths, so he let himself savor the hoppy aftertaste of Liv’s tongue, which distracted him from the two fingertips prodding at his hole.
Loud music drummed around them, resonating through the walls, like a barrier keeping their bed hidden from intruders. At this point though, nothing could have diverted Knox’s attention from their kiss. Liv nudged his mouth open before licking his tongue in a slow caress that melted Knox’s brain.
A finger dove into him all the way until Liv’s knuckles met his buttocks.
He shifted, but there was no pain, just the strange feeling of being penetrated, and while so far it wasn’t earth-shattering in any way, the fact that Liv was touching him someplace so intimate made it exciting. Knox slipped his hand under Liv’s T-shirt, and all the way to his armpit, before stroking the coarse hair there with his thumb. Was it pervy of him to find that spot arousing?
Drunk on lips sparking electricity against his, Knox rocked against Liv’s insistent fingers, more and more relaxed about touching him back.
Liv. The man he’d always considered the hottest guy at any party and a threat to every husband. The guy whose roguishsmile made women of all ages cream their panties and who was the one person to ever care about Knox. He was here. Having sex withKnox.
Time stood still, locking the two of them in a moment of tender touch, sweet obscenities whispered straight into Knox’s mouth and resonating over his teeth. Life had never been easy for Knox, but all the joyful moments had one thing in common—he’d always shared them with Liv. He’d always been there to hold Knox’s hand and have his back when shit got real.
It only made sense he was with Knox in this moment of self-discovery too. Three of Liv’s fingers were buried to the knuckle in Knox’s ass, and his tongue play-fought Knox’s with such flourish it was impossible not to start grinding between the pillow and the slick digits that made his hole burn.
Liv’s sturdy muscles danced under Knox’s touch any time Knox shifted his fingers under the T-shirt. He’d been with an athletic girl once, but her body was incomparable to the sturdiness of Liv’s form, the texture of his skin, the masculine scent he carried… He took charge of things. He was playful, dirty, exhilarating and tender.
Liv was like the cars he loved to race?dangerous yet irresistible to any adrenaline junkie.
He was everything Knox wanted, regardless of how this night went.
Knox whimpered when Liv thrust his fingers in a bit too hard, because… fuck… it was a tight fit.
Still, he did relax after a bit more teasing, and then Liv gave him a final kiss, removed his fingers and rolled back on top. Knox was hot as a furnace and ready to take the hard rod that had been poking his flesh so insistently.
More lube.
A soft stroke on the back of his head, and then, Liv rested his weight on a hand he placed right next to Knox’s face and pushed.
Oh damn.
Knox’s body attempted to ward him off as if he were an intruder, not someone Knox itched to welcome inside. Pain radiated down his thighs and made him shiver, but Liv stayed still, his breathing shallow yet almost deliberately slow.
“Fuck, you’re like a vice around me.”
Knox gasped for air, shocked by the thick presence at the entrance to his body. He did not imagine it feeling this intense. “You’ve got a big fucking dick, okay?”
Liv chuckled and kissed the back of his head. “I know. All for you. I’ll ease you in so you can take it. Does this feel good?” he asked as he pushed in just a little farther, making Knox shiver with excitement despite the pain. Because maybe this dull ache was all part of the package, something he needed to accept if he wanted Liv to fuck him?
Knox moaned as sweat made his T-shirt stick to his back. “M-maybe,” he uttered, overwhelmed yet oh so horny despite the presence inside causing him so much discomfort. He still wanted to take it all. So. Very. Desperately.
“‘Maybe’ isn’t good enough, Knox. You gotta tell me if you want it, or I’ll stop,” Liv said in a warm rasp that had goosebumps erupting all over vulnerable flesh.
“I… I want it. Go deeper,” Knox uttered, because he needed to know how it would feel to have all of Liv’s dick in, how it would feel when Liv sawed into him for real, holding his hips in place as the bed rattled.
The tip was barely in, but as Liv’s mouth descended on his arm, trailing kisses up his neck and giving his cheek a playful nip, the strong muscle around Knox’s entrance relaxed. And when the initial pain subsided, Liv made his move, pushing in until the soft pillow of pubes cushioned Knox’s ass.
Oh God.
Livwas all the way inside. Hard, and alive, and ready to take pleasure in Knox’s body.
Liv’s sigh was the sweetest sound Knox ever heard, and he arched his back like a cat, wanting for more of their skin to touch.
“You smell so good,” Liv whispered, pushing his nose into Knox’s hair.
He did? Liv liked it? Because, of course Liv liked getting off with a warm body, but did he like that Knox had hard muscle? That he smelled like a guy? That he had stubble?
