Knoxed Up

by Mayra Statham

  One arm wrapped around me, but instead of moving his hand to my waist, like I had thought he was going to, he wrapped it around the front of my neck and held me in place with his body flush against mine. With my eyes still shut, and without much thought or what it could possibly mean, I leaned my head back against his pec, giving him better access. I didn’t think or feel vulnerable in that moment like I should have. I had noticed his massive hands earlier, but now that they were on me, they felt bigger in the most delicious way possible.

  “I won’t hurt you,” his deep voice rumbled at my ear, and I melted further into the front of his body.

  “I know you won’t,” I whispered. His nose skimmed my temple as his fingers lightly grazed up and down my bare arms, the sensation wicked and only heightening the anticipation for more.

  “Love this dress,” he groaned. Goose bumps rushed over my skin. “Love it a lot, but I think it’s time to take it off,” he rumbled, letting his hand run down my neck, his fingers running over my sternum, until he reached my waist, his flat palm on my abdomen.

  “I love the way you think.”

  “Thought you would.” I had just met him, but I knew he was smiling by the tone in his voice.

  His hands moved from me, and I straightened, my heart beating fast and furious, knowing something sinfully amazing was about to happen. He expertly and torturously slowly unzipped the back of my dress. With the lightest of touches, the tips of his fingers brought the tiny straps down my shoulders, letting gravity do its thing. My gown fell, skimming, heightening every nerve ending covering my body before it reached my feet.

  His growly curse made my thighs clench together, warmth pooling at my center. I didn’t think I had ever been on this level of turned on in my life.

  “You are better than a fucking dream.” His hands spanned my hips, and I couldn’t get myself to open my eyes. I felt air at my feet and heard him dropping to his knees behind me. “Thank fuck, no swarmy artist has ever crossed your path,” he oddly growled, and I couldn’t help asking.

  “Why is that?”

  “You’re perfection. He would have painted you, and you would have been on display in the Louvre,” he said like it was gospel, and a smile fell over my lips.

  “I don’t think—”

  “Shh… you don’t have to. Don’t think, just feel,” he commanded, his voice low but rough, before I felt his lips at my left hip.

  Like a master, he played my body, and true to his word, he teased me. He teased himself. Kissing and touching every inch of me. I had read that countless times in romance novels, ‘kissing every inch of her,’ but had never experienced it. Never like this. His touch branded me in a way I knew anything with anyone else would be lackluster.

  He would ruin me forever.

  Knox

  On my knees, I worshipped my new temple.

  She was more than mine; she was going to be my religion.

  My compass on dark nights, she would be where I headed to find home.

  I had no clue how the hell I knew that, but I wasn’t going to question it.

  I kissed and licked and nipped the beautiful creamy skin in front of me. Absorbing every little sound she made, committing it to memory. Her skin was smooth under my lips and addictingly sweet.

  “Knox,” she whimpered my name, and I felt like a king. A king worshipping his queen.

  “Open your eyes and get in the bed, on your back,” I ordered, the sound of my voice like gravel against my throat. I was like a rabid animal about to lose control, and she was all I wanted.

  “What?” she breathlessly sighed, and I stood, kissing her shoulder, letting my eyes peek at her front. She was completely nude expect for the mauve G-string she was wearing. She was exquisite.

  “Bed, beautiful. Now.” Jesus, I couldn’t talk in entire sentences. Thank God, she didn’t seem to notice.

  She did my bidding. I watched as her body gracefully moved onto the bed. Captivated by the way she crawled on all fours toward the pillows. The sly little peek over her delicate shoulder and the soft grin and sexy way she bit the flesh of her pouty lip told me she was playing with me. She was purposely teasing me, and damn if I didn’t like that. No. I loved it. I loved the woman in that bed. I stilled, taking in the fierce emotion running through me. I had just met her. I should be freaking the fuck out, but I wasn’t. I was ready to claim her. To have more than a taste of her delectable body and pussy. I needed to fill her, to mark her as mine from the inside out. Do everything and anything to erase every other man, every other kiss or touch from her memory.

  Looking at her splayed out on the hotel bed, I would have never imagined my life changing this incredibly overnight. The night before, I had arrived tired and annoyed about the turbulent flight. Now I had gold in my bed, treasure that men would fight wars for, and I was about to put my stake in.

  “Change your mind?” she asked sitting up on her elbows, tilting her head, her light brown tresses cascading down a shoulder.

  “Brace,” I muttered, and her eyes widened. I prowled over and got on the bed, kneeling in front of her. My hands went from her ankles up to her hips, holding on to the silky strings of her ruined micro thong.

  “Up,” I gritted, and she lifted her hips, letting me pull the very dampened undergarment off her hips and down her satiny smooth legs.

  Just as I brought the tiny scrap of material to my nose, I heard her curse, and my eyes popped up to hers. Her intense, heated stare on mine as I breathed in her feminine aroma was foreplay in itself. She didn’t keep what she wanted hidden away. It was all laid bare for me to see, and I was done torturing both of us. Stuffing them into the front pocket of my dress pants, I kneeled further, my eyes on her incredible body. Her mound was trimmed; just a small triangle of hair covered up what I wanted to see, where I needed to be. I grabbed her hips and threw her legs over my shoulders, then my thumbs opened her lower lips.

  “So fucking pretty.” The most intimate part of her was glisteningly wet, her swollen pretty clit ready and dying for my attention, everything in my new favorite shade of pink.

  I took another taste, this time with nothing in my way, and I ate her like a starving man.

  She tasted incredible on my tongue.

  Her hips gyrated as I licked and sucked and lightly nipped. The sounds she was making filled the room and spurred me to continue. I couldn’t get enough of her. When I pulled away to look at her, my lips on the inside of her hips, my thumb breaching her tight slit, she arched her back before grinding down, and I moved so her pussy was to my face.

  My girl needed more, and I was going to be the only one to give her what she needed from now on.

  I fingered her. Her sweet little snatch pulled my finger in deeper, and when she started to buck, I knew I had her exactly where I wanted her. I was dying to pull away and sink my dick into her, for her first orgasm to be on my cock, but I couldn’t. I didn’t want to hurt her, and I knew with how tight she was, I needed to get her soft and yielding. As I licked and fingered her harder, her body started to tighten, and I knew I was close to getting her off.

  But I didn’t want to give her some mediocre orgasm.

  Hell no.

  I wanted to build it high, higher than she had ever been, so she could crash hard. Forgetting anything and everything other than me. I let the pad of my thumb skim her back entrance, not penetrating her, just testing her reaction. She clenched but didn’t kick me away. If anything, her moans deepened, and her hands clenched the sheets harder. I pressed down further, her own wetness enough lubrication, and I felt her as well as watched. Bringing her to the brink twice and slowing it down before she reached the cusp of pleasure.

  She was fucking captivating.

  Writhing and squirming.

  Moaning and crying.

  My name had never sounded sweeter.

  Time slowed, and this time I didn’t stop. Her back arched fully, her pussy started to spasm, and I slipped my thumb further into her taboo entrance. She writhed to help ge
t it deeper, making me slip in all the way to the knuckle. Working her, relentlessly fingering and eating her, I felt it. She was there. The cries matched the way Lena’s body was milking my fingers, and I hurried. Adding friction to her pretty little clit with my free hand as I licked furiously.

  I never took my eyes off her, watching her intently as another orgasm washed over her before the first even ended. Her lips parted in a pretty little O, and not a fucking sound slipped out as she bucked higher into my hand and her body convulsed before falling back down to the mattress. I kissed her softly, gently taking my fingers out of her body, rubbing up and down her legs as I sat on my knees and we both caught our breath.

  “That was…” She gasped for air with a soft smile and her dark lashes fanning over her face. I wanted her to open her eyes. I wanted to look at them before I sunk into her.

  “It was,” I answered, and when she opened her beautiful golden eyes, my hands went to my dress slacks and started to unbutton them, but she shook her head.

  She sat up and swatted my hands away, then undid my pants and pulled them down. I helped until I kicked them off along with my boxer briefs.

  “Wow, that’s—”

  “More than a mouthful?”

  “Now who’s the smartass?” she teased softly with a sassy little wink. Her eyes met mine, and I tipped her chin up with my fingers, so her lips were closer. I kissed her as softly and gently as I could manage. “Love how you taste, baby,” I muttered against her lips, her tongue swiping mine.

  “I want to taste—” I shook my head, pulling away, leaning my forehead on hers. If she so much as touched me, this would be over before it started.

  Leaning over her so she had to lay back down, I draped my body over hers, and she sweetly opened her legs, resting them against my hips. “Tell me you still need this,” I muttered against her mouth, running my cock head up and down her sensitive slit.

  “I need you,” she whispered, holding my face.

  “Keep your eyes open. I want those pretty eyes on me when I slip inside of you and you take me.”

  “Okay,” she breathed sweetly, her arms wrapping around my shoulders, pulling me closer. I slipped the head of my dick into her, and her eyes widened. For two people who had been talking non-stop since I had approached her, we were suddenly quiet.

  The air was warm and sweet with the mouth-watering scent of her arousal, and our bodies were slick with sweat. Looking into her eyes, I knew this was exactly where I was supposed to be. She felt so fucking good, and no matter how deeply I breathed, I couldn’t get control. As I slid in and out of her body, the way she held on to me with not only her sex but her eyes, I felt my soul fusing with hers.

  I needed more.

  Sinking in as deep as I could, I groaned, my face burying into her delicious-smelling hair.

  “Lena,” I groaned, and she arched up into me. I couldn’t go slow. I lifted my eyes. With our gazes locked to one another, I could tell she wasn’t in pain.

  No. By the glimmer in her eyes, her pretty lips in a perfect O, I knew we were on the same page.

  Her hands moved to my face, and she pulled her body up toward me, making me sink incredibly deeper, deeper than I had thought possible, only to whisper, “More, Knox. Please, I…” she started to beg.

  She was mine, and she didn’t need to beg.

  I pulled out and sunk back in, never taking my eyes off her.

  In and out, we worked together, completely in sync.

  It was fast.

  It was hard.

  It was a fucking religious experience.

  Inside and out, she was made for me.

  Taking my eight and a half girthy inches into her sweet heat with nothing but sweet cries and moans only cemented her future with me. She is mine. More than mine when I realized I had taken her bare. I had never, not once since I’d started to have sex, gone bare. The sensation of her and me together, her slippery wet warmth surrounding my hardness, molding to me, made my balls tighten.

  I was like an animal taking her.

  Harder and rougher.

  I felt her start to tighten up, and I flipped us over, so she would ride me. An unadulterated need to see her ride me took hold. My hands fit perfectly at the flare of her hips, and she was so damn beautiful. With her perfect breasts in front of me, the way her body felt hovering right over me, the heat of her wetness threw me over the edge. When I took a hardened nipple in my mouth, she sunk down my hardness, and the sounds of our moans and skin slapping together filled my hotel room.

  As I moved her up and down my shaft, she gave as good and she got. She rode me hard. Her breasts bounced, her hair a curtain around us, trapping us in our own little world. A familiar tingle started at the base of my spine, and the tiny bit of control I had broke.

  I pistoned into her. Her cries were like music to my ears as her fingernails bit into my chest while her body milked me. Jesus, she was coming so hard I was sure she would break my dick off. The hint of pain combined with the beauty in front of me only brought on my own release.

  I didn’t warn her.

  I didn’t try and pull out.

  I let myself come inside of her. The idea of knocking her up only sending another ribbon of release into her just as she fell into my arms, spent from her own orgasm.

  Silently, we held one another close. Both of us catching our breath, breathing each other’s air. Fuck. She felt good all warm and soft as I went semi soft inside of her.

  “Hi,” she whispered against my scruffy cheek, and I smiled.

  “Hey.” I nuzzled her nose.

  “Was it, umm, pretty, you know…” She was stumbling over her words, and I couldn’t help it. I moved us so my back was against the headboard and her head in the crook of my shoulder and pec. It didn’t surprise me how perfectly her body fit with mine. I just enjoyed it.

  “Was it okay?” she finally asked, showing me a vulnerable side of her I was sure she didn’t show anyone else.

  “What the hell do you think, babe?” I teased and immediately felt her tense. I felt like an asshole. I stroked her back and breathed in the scent of her and us together before explaining, but she beat me to it.

  “Well, I know it was the best sex I’ve had, but you’re probably more experienced,” she blurted out, the agitation clear in her voice. I looked at her.

  “More experienced?” My lip’s twitched. She had just made me come harder than ever, and here she was making me want to laugh out loud and hard all over again.

  “You know what I mean,” she huffed, and I stroked her hair, kissing the top of her head as she settled deeper into my side.

  “Are you implying because of my age and feebleness?”

  “Not one bit.” She doodled circles on my chest, and I could feel her snuggle in closer. As much as I didn’t want to, my eyes were growing heavy. Between the travel time, an early business meeting, and the wedding, plus the amazing sex, it had been a long day.

  “Stay with me tonight.”

  “I should probably go.” She sighed. She might have suggested leaving, but she obviously didn’t want to.

  “Stay. I’ll move my flight to tomorrow night or Monday morning.”

  “Knox, you don’t have to do that.”

  “I want to, Lena. I want more time.”

  “And when Monday morning comes?” she asked, the vulnerability in her voice clear. I held on tighter.

  “Come with me,” I suggested against her temple, and she popped up, her eyes meeting mine, full of pleasant surprise.

  “Go with you?” she repeated, softly tickling my chest. The sensation was something new but nice.

  “New York. Come with me to New York,” I threw out there. I hated that I had to leave, but I couldn’t put off a meeting I had on my schedule.

  “For how long?” Forever was on the tip of my tongue, but I knew I had already come on too strongly and needed to give her a little more time to get used to the idea. “We will figure that out.”

  “We could alway
s do that later,” she whispered, her voice soft as her body grew heavier against mine.

  “Sleep, my funny girl. Sleep.” I stroked her hair until her breathing was heavy and I knew she was deeply asleep.

  Chapter Five

  Lena

  Waking up, I came too slowly, like I was waking up while on vacation. My body relaxed as I stretched out, but my leg hit something. Something that strangely felt like another person, which was weird.

  I didn’t do sleepovers.

  Ever.

  It was a rule of mine.

  Not that I could remember the last time I had gotten lucky with anything not battery operated.

  And even though I felt like a brand-new woman, I stilled, trying to come to without having to open my eyes. Knox, the recesses of my mind whispered, and I relaxed fully, his body heat right beside me.

  I peeked through my eyes and noted he was still asleep. Slowly, I opened my eyes and silently let myself enjoy the view. He was handsome. Older with a light dusting of distinguished salt and pepper at his temples that I hadn’t really noticed the night before. The scruffiness on his jaw line was fuller and dark and made me want to kiss him. Not his lips, though he was a great kisser, but to feel my lips against the scruff on his strong jaw.

  He was as naked as I was, which meant we were together in bed like the day we were born. The view was spectacular. His chest was incredible. He obviously worked out and took care of himself, and by the tenting of the light sheet, he was also up and ready.

  Slowly and without overthinking, I moved my hands slowly downward, letting the white sheet fall lower, his perfect cock springing free and at complete attention. I shifted slightly out of his arms, careful not to wake him. Damn. How that thing fit in me I had no idea, but I did remember how amazing he had felt. I moved down and leaned my head toward his gorgeous cock. He hadn’t let me taste him last night, and I wanted to. I had never felt an ache to go down on a man, but here I was licking his mushroom tip before letting the crown slip between my lips. Sucking and licking him was just as much for my own pleasure as for his.