Page 95 of Knock Knock

“I got you,” he promised. Conjuring lube from the kitchen drawer, he slid his slick cock up and down my ass crack, teasing me.

“No time for teasing.” I tried to push back enough to make him fuck me.

“Always time for teasing. This is my fake courting. Want this sex all your life, fake husband?”

“I want this sex right now. For real. And all my life. Give it to me.”

Xavi pushed inside, going slow enough to make my eyes close with the satisfaction of being filled. He buried himself deep and pressed his forehead to the back of my neck, breathing against my skin.

“I still have bottom vibes,” he whispered. “But fuck. I like top vibes, too.”

“Versatile vibes,” I said, gripping the oven door handle. “That’s the word. I learned it in my gay bible studies.”

“Keep studying, Nate,” Xavi rasped, starting to rock enough to make me rock back. “I fucking love learning with you.”

My fingers tightened around the handle, and Xavi slammed into me hard and abruptly. My forehead clacked off the stove fan and my cock nudged the handle. The heat from the burner made my face hot, but the temperature between us caused a full body flush. But when Xavi reached around and wrapped his fingers around my throat, tilting my head back, I burned alive.

“Primal play,” he growled at me. “Let’s check it off the list.”

“How?” I asked, hips bucking backwards to fuck his dick.

His teeth sank into my earlobe, and his one-word answer made me shiver. “Run.”

I ass-checked him and ran. I’d been chased by cops, Old Man Hank, debt collectors, my dad, and meth heads, but none of them sent a thrill through my naked body like being chased by Xavi Kane did.

I swung around the counter, heading for the bedroom. My feet gripped the carpet until I got to the hallway and my socks slipped on the hard floor.

Xavi caught my wrist, pulling me back. I spun out of his hold and made it to the bedroom with a sinister laugh on my lips. Adrenaline chased pleasure through my bloodstream to hear him behind me.

“You’re trapped, baby,” Xavi said, entirely the hunter. “Where’re you gonna go now?”

I didn’t care because I felt crazed. Who knew I’d get such a high from being chased through my own house? At the end of the bed, I turned to face him, letting him see the fire in my eyes. I didn’t know if I should count myself lucky or unlucky to see the fire in his staring back at me. We’d once watched a show about being naked and afraid, and we’d had a long debate about how being naked made things more terrifying. But right now, I felt the opposite of terrified.

I was alive. Brimming with anticipation and dripping with adrenaline. I wanted him to catch me because I wanted what I’d get when he did, but I wanted the fight, too. The challenge. The game.

He stepped forward and I stepped back, dancing with the bed between us. When he cocked his head to the side with a sexy grin on his lips, I breathed harder, lungs clear of smoke and tar.

“Such a helpless little bunny caught in my trap.” Xavi stalked closer. My back hit the wall. “Gonna fight for your life or let me devour you?” He licked his lips.

Was this roleplay, too? I didn’t care. Short of trying to wedge myself through the small window, I had nowhere to go. So, I’d fight for my life.

I smirked at him. “Find out.”

Oh, he found out. He lunged over the bed, grabbing my wrist and yanking me onto it. He flipped me onto my back, but I wasn’t a helpless little bunny. I was a fucking jackrabbit, and I kicked and squirmed until I worked my way free. With my eyes on the door, I crawled away from him.

“Uh-uh.” Xavi cackled, grabbing my ankle and tugging me back.

I collapsed onto my stomach, Xavi on top of me. There was still a little fight left in me, so I got myself to my knees and kept on moving.

Until he latched onto my hips, pulled them back hard, and buried himself inside of me.

“Ah, fuck,” I moaned, the fight leaving me.

“Mine,” he growled. “All fucking mine, Nate.” He fucked into me so hard that my hands landed on the bed and I just… took it. Battled through it. Gave up control of my body because he knew exactly what to do with it. He’d caught me, and I’d never been stuck in a more pleasurable trap.

“Hands,” he demanded.

Letting myself fall forward, I reached behind me to give him my hands. He linked our fingers, pressed them to my lower back, and used them as a handhold to fuck me harder.

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