CHAPTER 8

 

 

Knox

 

 

 

Fuck.

I stare at the gorgeous woman sprawled out before me. My chest heaves as I look at her. Her body is amazing: full tits, tapered waist, and generous hips. Exactly the kind of figure that makes me hard and hot, and she responded to me perfectly. Maybe the most amazing goddamn orgasm of my life.

Without using a condom.

I squeeze the back of my neck. Fuck, fuck, fuck.

“Whoa.” She swallows and pushes herself up to a sitting position.

“Yeah.” An understatement if I ever heard one, but I swallow the snarky comment. It isn’t London’s fault. It’s mine. All mine. I’m the one who stormed into her room, pinned her to the goddamn door, and fucked her without one damn thought about anything except getting inside her.

“Hey.” She crawls to her knees and curls an unsteady hand over my arm. “It’s okay. It’s…it’ll be okay.”

“Okay?” I snap. “What’s okay about it?”

Fuck. Nothing has been okay in my life since our stepfather went after Bree. I was glad to get her out of Austin and away from him, but that somehow shoved her into Ajia’s bed. Now she’s sleeping with him, and who knows where that will lead? Worse, those rumors about Bree, the band…and me are making me seriously crazy.

I told myself I was holding it together, but that was just another lie. I can’t think straight about anything, have no control over the shit going on around me, and now I just made it so much worse by fucking the band’s new publicist.

Without protection!

London offers me a careful half-smile. “Does it help if I tell you I’m on birth control?” she asks softly.

The pounding in my heart changes. “What?” I force the question out.

“The shot. I get a shot every three months.”

I blow out a long, ragged breath that makes me feel only a little better. Her strange golden gaze lingers on mine. “Thank God for that.”

Her lips shift to a slightly more genuine smile, and she lifts one shoulder. “I’m clean, too. I get tested when I get the shot, and I haven’t—well…” She drops her gaze and pulls her hand away. “I haven’t been with anybody in a while.”

A girl who looks like her? Hard to believe.

“How long?” I ask before I can stop myself.

“Months. Since last time I got the shot.”

My heart’s starting to settle down, and I can breathe more normally again. “You don’t know the right kind of men, baby.”

She snaps off a harsh laugh. “That’s the bloody truth.”

“What?”

She shakes her head. “Never mind. What about you?”

“What about me?”

“Are you clean?”

“Yeah. I get tested every six months, and I always wear a condom.” Every. Single. Fucking. Time.

“Except tonight.”

I snort, a rough sound that doesn’t come close to describing the shit churning through my gut. I shove my hair back from my face and nod. “Yeah. Except tonight.”

“Hey, Knox.”

London holds out her hand, steady this time, and waits for me to move. She doesn’t flinch, doesn’t get impatient, doesn’t lose her cool, and so finally I twine my fingers around hers. She pulls me toward her.

“It’s okay.” She scoots back to the middle of the bed, and I follow until we’re both crouched on the mattress. “Things got a little…hot.” I slant her a look. “Okay, bloody, amazingly hot,” she adds with a soft smile. “It got away from us, but that doesn’t have to mean anything.”

“Doesn’t have to mean anything?” Why should that piss me off?

“The sex was fantastic.” She smiles almost uneasily. “As for the rest of it, we can both get tested again if you want.”

“Tested again.”

Her eyes narrow. “Why do you keep repeating everything I say?”

I shake my head, feeling somehow like I’ve been caught up in some vague line of circular thinking that makes absolutely no freaking sense. “Sorry.” I know I don’t sound it, so I add, “I’m just…a little fucked up, I guess.”

She drags her gaze slowly from my face and down over my body. I feel it like a hot, electric touch, and my dick twitches awake.

“C’mere.” She pushes me onto my back. “Let’s release some of that…tension.”

“Tension?” I repeat. Her tits sway with her movements, and I can’t look away. Who would want to? They’re gorgeous tits! And then, fuck me if I don’t feel my muscles loosen, my shoulders and legs begin to relax.

“Tension,” she agrees, and then she’s straddling my hips, leaning forward until her mouth almost rests against mine. “Let me take care of you, luv.”

Her tongue traces the outline of my lips, pretending to be a seductive tease right up to the moment she turns aggressive. She seals our lips together and slips her tongue into my mouth. I welcome her with a sweep of my tongue and then swallow a low groan as she follows with a thorough discovery of the depths of my mouth.

Who knew a kiss could be so fucking sexy?

We trade control, back and forth in my mouth and then hers, until, finally, we’re both panting. She pulls back with a naughty smile and breathy gasp for air, and then scoots down to drop kisses at my throat, my shoulders, my chest.

“Someday,” she says, licking her way around the Celtic cross tat I have on my left pec, “you’re going to tell me all about your tattoos. Why you got them and what they mean to you.”

“You think so?” Is it the temptation of her tongue or my ever-hardening cock that makes my voice sound so winded?

“Yep.” She takes a soft bite of my chest, then soothes with her tongue. “But not now.”

“No?”

“Nope.” She drags her open mouth down, over my chest and abs to my belly button. My cock, hard as a rock, waits there anxiously. “I have something else in mind now.”

She kisses the tip of my dick, swipes her tongue over it, and licks up the drops of pre-cum that gather there. Her soft noise, maybe one of satisfaction, echoes through the room, and then she takes just the head into her mouth and sucks. Hard.

“Jesus!” My hips flex upward, but she moves with the movement and holds me off until, finally, she swirls her tongue all around me.

I shove my hands into her hair, ripping it from the tidy ponytail, and holding her close. She laughs and pulls back enough to start at the tip again, this time licking her way up and down the shaft until she’s bathed every fucking inch. My balls are next, and she gets to know them very up close and personal. She sucks them into her mouth, licks them all over, and at the same time strokes a firm, steady hand up and down my cock from tip to base.

“Goddamn, English.” My hips shift again, and I guess she approves, because she sucks and strokes harder.

I lose a soft groan, and she changes her tactics. She licks up to the head, and in one deliberate movement, swallows my dick as far as she can. Never had a woman who can take me all the way, but London goes farther than most. I press against the back of her throat, and after a moment, she relaxes to let me go a little farther. Once there, she holds me with a little bob of her head until she gags.

She does it again. Again. And again, until finally she pulls back to haul in a long, panting breath. Saliva collects at the corners of her mouth, stray tears dot her cheeks, and she sniffs like her nose wants to run.

I wipe her tears with my thumbs. “You okay, baby?”

She smiles and swirls her tongue around the head of my dick again. “Oh, I’m good. Real good, luv.” She does that thing with her tongue again. “You’re just…well, I told you. Never had a man built like you.”

I can’t help grinning. “You saying I have a big dick?”

“The biggest.” She sucks me deep again, and then sighs when she comes up for air. “It’s perfect.”

She does it again, swallowing a little more each time, until I have to move.

“Hold still, baby.” I hold her face between my hands and give a twist of my hips to bring them up from the bed. “I’m gonna fuck your mouth.”

She groans deep in her throat, and I start to thrust. I have to. The soft, wet heat of her mouth makes it impossible for me to do anything else. I’m not gonna let myself come, but, holy hell, I just have to feel her surround me.

She gags from time to time, and I feel her try to relax her throat more and more. I try to pull back, but she’s having none of it. If I don’t fuck her mouth, her mouth is fucking my dick.

“Stop, baby, before I blow your fucking head off.”

I force her up and catch her mouth with mine. Our kiss is as deep and hot as those from earlier, thinning my control over my prick even further.

“Knox,” she whispers, her lips against mine. “I need you inside me. Bad.”

She slips away, and then she lowers herself over my cock. I’ve hardly touched her this time, except for kissing, and she’s soaked. Ready for me. Needs me, she said.

“Holy fuck, you’re tight, baby.”

I wrap my hands around her waist and try to thrust up, but she’s in control of the action. She doesn’t go all the way down, and some vague, ragged voice reminds me of her admission. You go all the way to my cervix. And, later, I’ve never been with a guy who’s built like you.

“You doin’ okay, baby?” It takes everything I have to hold still as I ask.

“Yeah. But…Jesus, Knox. You’re so goddamn big!”

“Too much?” I hate asking. How many times have I had to hold myself back from chicks who can’t deal with ten inches?

“No! God, no! Never!”

She throws her head back, and her hair flies all around her face. Her breasts thrust forward, and I reach up, palm her, then twist my fingers until I can take her nipple between them. I roll it, alternating soft and then harder, and she groans. That’s all I need to hear, and I pinch it tight.

London gasps, and the next thing I know she’s dropped herself all the way down. I feel a little resistance at the tip—her cervix?—but then she’s moving again, and this time I have to move with her. She groans deep in her throat.

“Yeah.” She makes a strange mewling sound. “Please. Jesus, Knox. Fuck me! Please. Just…fuck me.”

I thrust up. “Like this?”

“Yeah. God. Just…like…that.”

Yeah. Just like that.

I have a better idea. I twist up and off the bed, and then London is beneath me. I haul her legs up over my shoulders. I all but impale her on my cock, and I don’t stop. I can’t.

“I’ll fuck you, baby. I’ll fuck you till you can’t walk tomorrow.”

Until my dick falls off and I can’t walk. I have no other choice. I have to.

I cup her ass in my hands, raise her up and shove myself in and out. She makes a ragged, keening cry and grips my shoulder with one hand, the other grabbing for my ass. She squeezes in rhythm with our other movements. My lungs heave in response.

I have to move. Jesus. Even if I wanted to stop, I couldn’t. Sensation charges through me, my balls tighten, and I know I’m not going to last long.

I free one hand and slip it between us, amazing myself at how easily I find her clit. It’s a hard little nub, and my thumb settles there firmly. She shrieks, arches toward me, and I trap her mouth with mine.

“You gonna come for me, baby?” It’s a demand I make against her lips.

“I…” She breathes more than says anything else.

“C’mon, English,” I mutter hoarsely as I pound into her. My thumb works its magic. “You know you want it.”

And if she doesn’t, I do.

“Knox.”

Never heard my name in quite that grunt, groan, and moan combination, but it affects me like no other sound. My cock tightens, maybe even expands, if I can guess by the way the walls of her pussy tighten around me.

“That’s it, baby. Come for me.” I keep up the pace, rubbing her clit and plunging in and out of her.

“I…” She pants and surges against me. “Knox! Yeah. C’mon, baby. Fuck me!”

I slam into her once more, and then she’s screaming and her cunt pulses around me. I’m only good for one, maybe two more strokes, and then I bury myself in her, cum filling her like a goddamn fire hose.

“What the fuck do you do to me?” I ask as I collapse over her.

“What do you do to me?”

I can’t answer as reality fades.