Chapter Twenty-Nine

Shawn

I was trying to play it cool when really my heart was pounding way too fast inside my body, and I knew at any time he was going to take one look at me and bail, right? Or say it was all a joke. Or worse, he’d say something stupid like, “And this is where we’re done teaching you all you need to know, young grasshopper. Hurry. Run free. Go make sweet love to another poor college student while we critique your every move.”

A sense of lightheaded giddiness overcame me when he took another step closer.

And then his shirt was being flung to the ground, and his hands moved to the button of his jeans. I held my breath as he very slowly and deliberately unbuttoned then lowered the zipper.

The sound was so loud I could almost feel the vibrations against the air.

If anything would wake up Slater, it would be that stupid zipper. I licked my lips as his abs actually glistened like he’d just casually rubbed coconut oil on all the chunky muscles in preparation for a photo shoot. I reached out, and my hand caressed the third ab down; it was hard and sizzling hot. I pressed my full palm against his skin then slid that same hand down until I was able to shove his hands away.

“Are you going to undress me now?” he smirked.

“I was toying with the idea.” I ran my knuckles down the front of his abs again. “But I tend to get distracted by big… thick… bulging… things.”

Knox’s laugh was seductive, low, but I noticed he was breathing a bit faster. “Well, you’re in luck. I have just the thing.”

“No way,” I teased. “Think I’ll be impressed?”

“Some may even say obsessed.” His lips met mine in a quick peck before he guided both of my hands to his jeans.

I gripped the fabric and tried not to stare too hard as the curve of his ass came into view. I’d never thought guys’ asses could be nice. Then again, I’d never seen one that looked like Knox’s. Tight in all the right places, smooth. I was almost jealous.

I slid the pants down.

“No boxers or briefs?” I whispered into the night air. “Scandalous.”

“I don’t like restriction.” His half-lidded gaze drank me in. Then his jeans landed on the floor, and something that needed my immediate attention was between us.

“You weren’t exaggerating.” I gulped, but fascination drove me to explore. Almost breathlessly, I ran my thumb over his tip until his length twitched, and he tensed. Amused, I repeated the move. I bent forward, ready to take him in my mouth, but his hands on my shoulders prevented me from tasting. For now.

His mouth crashed against mine as he picked me up in his arms and flung us both onto his bed. We landed with his weight on his elbows.

I met his kiss, deepening it, giving him my tongue, my mouth, pressing my body so tight against him that I could feel his heat pulsing against my thigh, while I too pulsed in intimate places. He was right; clenching my thighs didn’t help — not when my body was demanding he fill it hard and fast. Who was I kidding? I’d wanted him the minute I saw him then I’d fallen hard when he’d opened his mouth and even harder each day after, until it was impossible to say anything but yes.

He moved on top of me, shifting slightly as his hand inched up my skirt, his eyes never losing focus while he watched me watching him. Mouth suddenly dry, I waited for him to say something to break the tension, something to get me out of my head. Wasn’t that what these guys did?

His hand came into contact with my bare butt cheek. He squeezed and gave his head a shake. “I thought you were wearing a thong when we were dancing, and the whole time I could have just bent you over the bar and had my way with you?”

“And risked possible jail time, yes,” I answered with a breathy sigh that made me feel equal parts aroused and stupid. I wasn’t that girl, the one who just randomly slept with guys who looked like movie stars, but it was Knox.

And even if I wasn’t his game changer…

He felt like mine.

He squeezed, his head descended, and his hot mouth pressed an open kiss to my neck as he tugged my skirt down my legs. I was completely exposed to him, his skin so steamy against mine. Yet I shivered. I wanted to feel more of him, more of our bodies sliding against each other, his hard against my soft.

“Remember…” He nuzzled my neck, his words hot against my ear. “…no screaming equals no death.”

“No death.”

With his lips, he tugged my earlobe.

A shiver rippled through me, even though my body burned and throbbed with need. “Yeah, got it, no… death.”

Knox let out a dark chuckle against my neck then pulled back, his eyes searching mine. “I haven’t done this in three years.”

“I haven’t done this… ever.”

His eyes went so wide, his skin so pale, that I nearly died laughing. “I’m joking! You should have seen your face!”

“Oh, you think that’s funny?” He reached for my hips and pulled me first to a sitting position then over his shoulder until my bare ass was facing the ceiling. And next, he slapped — hard enough to make it sting, hard enough to make my thighs clench together with each hit. Then it started feeling different… good. Pain moved toward pleasure at such an alarming rate that I let out a moan.

Each stinging slap drove a spike of tingling desire directly to my core. The muscles at my center clenched and unclenched as my most intimate place literally wept for him to fill me.

Crack. This time his palm lingered, and his fingers that were clenched around my ass cheek squeezed firmly before sliding off. I gasped as air hit the spot he’d vacated, and then…

Crack. His palm slid across stinging skin, and he grazed the sensitive spot between my legs with his fingertips. I writhed beneath his touch, wanting more…

Oh, so much more.

What was he doing to me?

Crack. I bit down on my lip to keep from screaming then his hand was at my mouth, gently covering. I bit down on his fingers lightly. That slap had been harder, but the memory of his fingers brushing against my core at the same time made me tremble as the fiery, throbbing need built.

His hand left my mouth as I let out a gasp.

Crack. One finger breached my most intimate place and stayed inside. Groaning, I clenched my muscles around that finger. My body shook as I tried to hold on. “More,” I ordered. “More.”

With a sharp intake of breath, he pulled back and slapped me once more. I rocked against him, the tips of my breasts rubbing against his naked back, the motion making my nipples ache to have his mouth there.

“Damn, they feel good everywhere, don’t they?” he murmured, rubbing my ass with his right hand then pulling me down so I straddled his lap. His mouth was on mine before I could answer.

My body tingled and shook with awareness. So close… I just had to move a few inches… He rubbed against me, driving me crazy. He was all velvet heat, and I was more than ready to invite him in.

He kissed me harder, deeper. I was lost in his taste, in the way his hair felt wrapped around my fingers as I moved on top of him. His hands left my back as the sound of a condom wrapper tearing filled the air. There wasn’t any fumbling, no laughing, just desperation on both our parts as he broke away from me. I licked my lips in anticipation.

A click then total silence came from the main room. The TV had been turned off.

“Hey…” A knock sounded on the door. “…you guys back yet?”

Knox’s chest heaved as he slowly shook his head at me.

I nodded and grabbed the condom. I unrolled it and slowly sheathed him.

He gritted his teeth as I moved my hand up and down lightly and winked.

“Guys?” Slater called again.

Knox bit down on his lip so hard it turned white.

With one fluid movement, he gripped me by the hips and slid me down onto him. There had been no warning, only complete fullness that had me opening my mouth on a scream.

He clapped a hand over my mouth and moved.

I felt my eyes roll back as my body responded. I gripped his shoulders while Slater stood on the other side of the door.

“Guys?” He knocked again.

Knox moved faster then pulled out and jerked me into his arms. He walked me backward toward the very door where Slater was, no doubt, still standing. My eyes must have been wide because he smirked like it was the funniest thing he’d ever seen, and when he pressed my bare ass against the wood and entered me, shoving me harder against the door, I almost kicked him. My lips parted again. I’d never had to be quiet before. I didn’t think I could now.

But this time I had no choice.

And it felt so good I wanted the world to know that it was Knox doing this, only Knox.

My legs shook as pleasure built between us, nearly combusting when Knox kissed down my neck only to come back to my mouth and swallow my next whimper as if he knew I’d been about to lose it.

And when the sound of footsteps retreating filled the empty space behind the door, I breathed a sigh of relief. Knox clenched his teeth. I was so close, yet impressed that it had been three years, but the guy had the stamina of a rock star.

“Remember,” he panted, “no screams.”

“And…” I moaned as he went deeper, making my vision momentarily blur as my body tightened then gave and adjusted to him. “…if I have to?”

“Death.” He chuckled and slowed his thrusts, driving me crazy. I pounded my fist against his chest.

“You’re stopping why?”

“Eh, just building up your climax, Shower Girl.” He winked. “Lean back.”

“What?”

He sat me on the desk and pushed me back. “Over the desk, lean backward at an angle.”

Then I lost all consciousness, or it felt like it, when our bodies slid together, and with his fingers, he thoroughly explored unknown territory, according to my last ex-boyfriend, whose idea of sex was two minutes long and a nice high-five afterward.

“Knox—” I clamped my teeth together. “—I—”

He slammed his mouth against mine, and I greedily took all I could get, ripping at his hair and pulling him hard against me as wave after wave rocked through my core like a category-12 tsunami. My legs turned to complete jelly when he followed and whispered with a dark promise, “Round one, position two… give me forty minutes. Oh, and Shower Girl? Better hydrate.”