Chapter 61 CHAPTER 61
CHAPTER 61
YAEL
The fairy lights were already glowing when I climbed the ladder, soft gold against the bare branches outside. Knox had texted me an hour ago—just “Treehouse. Now. Bring your smile.”—and I’d dropped everything, heart racing like a teenager.
I poked my head through the opening and stopped dead.
He’d turned the place into magic.
Blankets piled thick on the floor, pillows everywhere, candles flickering in mason jars. A full picnic spread: charcuterie board with my favorite cheeses, fresh strawberries, little sandwiches cut into triangles, a bottle of sparkling cider chilling in a bucket of snow he’d dragged up. He was kneeling in the middle of it all, wearing a black thermal that hugged his arms, looking up at me with that half-smirk that always wrecked me.
“Hi, princess,” he said, voice low and warm.
I couldn’t help it. My smile stretched so wide my cheeks hurt, and I felt that little dimple pop on my left side.
Knox’s eyes lit up. “There it is,” he murmured. “That dimple. Fuck, you’re cute.”
“Shut up,” I laughed, climbing the rest of the way in and kicking off my boots. “This is insane. When did you even do all this?”
“Had some time after practice,” he said, standing and pulling me into his arms. “Wanted to spoil you.”
He kissed me soft and slow, hands sliding down to my waist. I melted into him, tasting cider on his lips already.
“You’re ridiculous,” I whispered against his mouth.
“Ridiculously into you,” he corrected, grinning. “Sit. I slaved over this.”
I dropped onto the blankets, crossing my legs. “You slaved? You bought this at the gourmet market downtown, didn’t you?”
He clutched his chest dramatically. “You wound me. I arranged the crackers myself.”
I laughed, popping a strawberry in my mouth. “Impressive.”
We ate and talked for hours—about nothing and everything. Classes, the upcoming playoffs, how he hated his econ professor, how I was obsessed with this new book. He fed me grapes like a total cheeseball, and I smeared brie on a cracker and held it to his lips.
“You’re messy,” he teased when cheese got on his thumb.
“You love it.”
“I do.”
We played around after the food was gone—wrestling over the last strawberry, him tickling me until I was breathless and squealing. I tried to pin him down, but he let me win for about three seconds before flipping us.
I landed on top of him with an “oof,” straddling his waist, hair falling around us like a curtain.
“Got you,” I said triumphantly.
He smirked up at me, hands settling on my hips. “Do you though?”
I leaned down, nose brushing his. “You know, there’s a little submissiveness in you.”
His eyebrow arched. “Excuse me?”
“You heard me,” I said, biting my lip to hide my grin. “Remember last time? When I had my hand around your throat and you whimpered like a good boy?”
He rolled his eyes, but his cheeks flushed just a little. “You’re never letting that go, are you?”
“Nope.” I leaned closer, lips at his ear. “You liked it.”
He groaned as I bit his earlobe gently. “Fine. You’re the first person I’d ever do that for. Happy?”
“Very.” I laughed, nipping again. He fell back against the blankets with another groan, hands tightening on my hips.
“I might be a bit of a dom myself,” I whispered, sitting up straighter. “So tell me, Knox. What do you want me to do to you?”
His eyes darkened instantly. “You serious?”
“Dead serious. List five things. Filthy ones.”
He didn’t hesitate.
“One,” he said, voice rough. “I want your hand around my throat while you ride me slowly.”
“Two?”
“Two—I want you to edge me until I’m begging, then let me come in your mouth.”
I shivered. “Three?”
“Three—tie my hands and tease me with that pretty mouth until I’m losing my mind.”
“Four?”
“Four—sit on my face and don’t move until you’ve come at least twice.”
“And five?” I breathed.
“Five—mark me up everywhere. Hickeys, scratches, bites. I want to feel you for days.”
He surged up and kissed me hard, possessive and hungry, hands fisting in my hair.
“Your turn,” he growled against my lips. “But first—I’m starving again.”
He flipped us in one smooth move, laying me back on the blankets. My sweater came off, then my bra, then everything else until I was bare under the fairy lights.
Knox settled between my legs, eyes locked on mine.
“Gonna make you come until you can’t think,” he promised.
His mouth was on me in seconds—slow, deliberate licks that had me arching immediately.
“Knox—oh God—”
He groaned against me. “Love the way you taste, princess. So fucking sweet.”
His tongue circled my clit, perfect pressure, while two fingers slid inside me, curling just right.
“Yes—right there—don’t stop—”
He didn’t. He sucked and licked and fingered me until I came hard, thighs shaking around his head.
“That’s one,” he murmured, not stopping. “Give me another.”
He kept going, relentless, adding a third finger, stretching me perfectly.
“Come on, princess,” he coaxed. “Let go for me again.”
I did—harder this time, crying out his name as pleasure crashed over me.
He flipped me onto my stomach before I could catch my breath, pulling my hips up.
“Ready?” he asked, voice rough.
“Please,” I begged.
He pushed in slowly at first, letting me feel every inch, then slammed home.
We both moaned.
“So tight,” he growled, starting to move. Hard, deep thrusts that rocked me forward.
He gathered my hair in one fist, pulling just enough to arch my back.
“Look at you taking me,” he rasped. “So fucking perfect. My good girl. My princess.”
“Harder,” I gasped.
He gave it to me—pounding relentlessly, hand tight in my hair, the other gripping my hip.
“You feel so good,” he praised. “Squeezing me like you were made for this cock.”
I came again suddenly, clenching around him, moaning into the blankets.
“That’s it,” he groaned. “Come on me—fuck—”
One more thrust and he followed, burying himself deep and coming with my name on his lips.
We collapsed in a sweaty, breathl
ess tangle, his weight perfect on top of me.
He kissed my shoulder, my neck, my cheek.
“You okay, princess?”
I laughed weakly. “More than okay.”