Timing For A Reunion
Knox watches me the whole time.
I slide the belt out in one quick pull and toss it aside, going for the zipper. When I finally reach in and wrap my hand around him, he jerks, hips twitching into my palm.
His dick springs free, hard and ready, and as I hold it in my fist, he reaches up and pushes my bangs off my face.
"You look hungry," he says.
I can't pretend. "I am."
"Food’s right here. All you gotta do is put it in your mouth."
Those words are like a floodgate, releasing the pent-up need I've been holding back. I adjust myself, positioning my body so I can take him in my mouth. I start at the base and lick a slow line up his shaft, circling the piercing at the tip with my tongue. I can taste the slight metallic tang of his precum, and it only spurs me on.
"Fuck," he groans, his hands gripping my hair, holding me in place.
I take one of his balls into my mouth, rolling it gently with my tongue while I massage the other with my hand. His grunt of approval is music to my ears. Raising my head, I fit as much of his dick as I can into my mouth until he's hitting the back of my throat. I hold him there for a moment, my eyes watering, before pulling back.
"Look at me," he says. "Look at me when you do that."
I meet his gaze, my eyes never leaving his as I take him in my mouth again, my head bobbing up and down.
“Oh, that's it. You're doing so good.”
I pick up the pace. I can feel him hitting the back of my throat with each thrust, and I relax, taking him deeper, my nose touching his pelvis.
"Shit, Sloane," he hisses.
His body coils tight. I want to push him over the edge. But he suddenly pulls my head away, eyes wild.
He lifts me back to my previous position on his lap, keeping my knees on either side of his hips. Reaching between my legs, his fingers find the string of my tampon. He pulls. I don't have time to see what he does with it because his mouth is on mine, kissing me deeply, his tongue exploring, claiming.
He holds me up with one strong arm wrapped around my waist, the other hand positioning himself at my entrance. I can feel the tip of his dick pressing against me. He then drops me down onto his length, impaling me.
I scream, my head falling back and body adjusting to the sudden intrusion. He's so deep, so thick.
"Knox…" I say, digging my fingers into his shoulders. "Don't stop. Take me."
He obliges, his hips snapping up to meet mine. Every inch of him hits all the right spots, sending waves of pleasure coursing through my body. The room fills with the sound of our bodies slapping together, the wet, messy sound of his cock driving into me. I can feel the warmth of my blood coating his skin, making it slippery. And it would be weird if only I was thinking beyond how good he feels inside me.
“Oh my god, Knox,” I say, needing more.
I ride him harder, my body moving of its own accord, chasing the pleasure that's building inside me. I'm a moaning mess, my breath coming in short gasps.
He leans down, his teeth finding my nipple, biting gently, and I can only hold his hair to contain my pleasure.
"Knox," I gasp. "I'm close. So close."
When he pulls back, his eyes are wild. "Come for me, sweet girl. Make a mess on me."
His words send me over the edge. My body convulses, my inner muscles clenching around him. Wave after wave of pleasure consumes me.
He holds me tight, still moving, drawing out my orgasm as I try to run from the intensity of it. His own body is ready to snap. With a final, powerful thrust, he comes undone, filling me up. He throws his head back, a guttural roar escaping his lips.
Our bodies stay locked together afterwards. Frankly, I don't think I can move. I feel him still pulsing inside me.
He looks at me, eyes soft, a lazy grin tilting the corners of his mouth. “Sure you didn’t bleed out your entire body supply?”
I smack his chest without much strength. “You’re disgusting.”
He laughs, not even trying to dodge the hit. His hands settle on my hips, thumbs stroking lazily over my skin. I attempt to shift off him, now self-conscious of the mess I made, but he refuses to let go.
“No,” he says. “Stay.”
“What?”
“I want to fall asleep like this.”
“I can't free bleed all night on you.”
“Who says you can't?”
“You’re insane. Let me go.”
“Nope. Stay put.”
His voice is so casual, but there’s something underneath it. A softness that I feel more than hear. And when he tugs me gently down to lie flat against him, I go. No resistance. My head finds the crook of his shoulder, and his arms come around me like muscle memory.
Then, quietly, he starts to hum.
That song again. The Russian lullaby from the other night. We lie there like that for what feels like hours. Or maybe it’s just minutes. Time’s slippery when you’re a bundle of tangled limbs and sweat and quiet heartbeats.
Eventually, I fall asleep.
And I stay that way. All night. Draped over him, legs tangled with his, one of his hands resting low on my back. Every time I stir, that hand's still there making sure I wouldn’t drift away.
When the buzz starts, I think I’m dreaming.
But it doesn’t stop.
My eyes crack open slowly. The room’s still dim, so I know it isn't dawn yet. The buzzing continues.
Knox groans beneath me, and his hand shoots out toward the nightstand, fumbling.
“Turn it off,” I mumble into his chest. “It’s not even daylight yet.”
He drags the phone into view and squints at the screen.
“Bastard finally came to his senses,” he mutters.
“Who?”
“Your boss.”
Still half-asleep, I blink up at him. “Hunter?”
“Yeah.”
He taps the screen and answers it, switching to speaker.
“Save any gloating word that's about to come out of your mouth, Knox,” Hunter says in greeting. “We need to talk.”
“Hello to you too, Hunt. Pretty shitty timing for a reunion, don't you think? It’s not even six yet.”
“Well, I kidnapped your ex-wife last night, and I don't know what to do with her,” Hunter says. “She's all tied up here and barking my ears off. I had to put duct tape over her mouth. That woman's up to no good. The sooner you come get her, the better.”
Knox sits up fast, dragging me with him.
“Come again?”