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His eyes darken as he strikes out and grips the back of my head, tangling his fingers through my hair, dragging me forward and positioning me how he wants me. My neck balances on the edge of the bed. Releasing his hold on me, he undresses but my eyes are glued to his cock that is still glistening with both our releases. He peers down at me while gripping his cock. I dart my tongue out, needing to taste him.
“Open your legs and show me that cunt.” I eagerly obey him and can’t even find it within myself to be ashamed of how fucking wet I am. His stance widens as he steps forward, forcing me back, his balls resting on my chin. “Open your mouth and suck them.” Opening my mouth I tease him and dart my tongue out tasting him. He jerks forward and growls. “Sneaky bitch,” he snarls. I cry out when he smacks my pussy.
“Knox!” I scold but he delivers another two smacks. I shiver and fight the urge to clench my thighs together for some friction.
“Suck them!” Doing as he demanded, I reach out and grip the globes of his toned ass and force him lower as I suck his balls gently. “Fuck, swirl your tongue,” he snaps. I obey without complaint, loving the taste of him as the salty taste of his cum covers them. Moaning at the taste, I suck him harder, loving the strangled groan that comes from him. Just as I start to enjoy myself, he shifts and crouches down beside my head, then grips my throat as he leans in close. “I’m strong because I have been weak. I’m fearless because I’ve been afraid. I am wise because I have been foolish. I won’t make the same mistake twice.” I try to sit up but his grip on my throat keeps me in place, my head spinning slightly from this angle.
“I don’t understand,” I say honestly.
“I was weak six years ago, then I became strong. I was afraid of losing anyone else I loved, I’m not now because I’m strong enough to protect them. I’m wiser and smarter now because I will never be foolish again. Don’t make me break those vows.”
“I would never,” I say still slightly confused.
“You make me weak because I need you. You bring fear to life because I won’t survive losing you again. You make me foolish because I can’t seem to stay away from you when I know I should until I know the truth.” His raw honesty stumps me for a moment until I gather my thoughts.
“Women love what they hear and men love what they see, that's why women wear makeup and men lie. I don’t wear makeup, Knox. I’m not hiding anything… willingly and I believe you aren’t lying to me. We aren’t like everyone else. Don’t let the fear of striking out keep you from playing the game. Believe me when I tell you that I am in this with you, I want to know the truth as much as you do.” He releases his hold on me and stands. I can see in his eyes he is going to leave so I do the only thing I can, I scramble off the bed and drop to my knees before him.
“Lakeland—” Before he can finish pushing me away, I grip his length as I wrap my lips around the head of his cock, making sure to keep my eyes locked on his as I swallow as much of him as I can. His mouth opens and a groan slips free. I bob up and down on his cock, stroking the base with my hand. “You fool me again, Lake, and I will slit your fucking throat myself and bathe in your blood,” he warns before his hand delves into my hair. Holding me in place, he begins to thrust his hips, forcing me to drop my hand back to my side. “Play with that greedy cunt while you choke on my cock.”
I almost weep in gratitude. Pushing my knees apart, I plunge two fingers inside my drenched pussy, moaning. He groans as the vibrations travel up his cock. I finger fuck my greedy little cunt in rhythm with his thrusts. He may be the one setting the pace but in this moment, I am the one with all the power. I hold the key to bring him to the greatest of highs. Spit trails down my chin as I gag around him but the sight just seems to spur him on. I love the unhinged look in his eyes and the way his lip is pulled back in a snarl—he looks like a fucking nightmare, my nightmare come true.
“Fuck, baby, I’m gonna come.” I quicken my pace as I ride my fingers. He throws his head back and groans so loud it reminds me of a grizzly bear. I feel his cum slide down the back of my throat and savor the taste of him just as my own orgasm begins to crest. Knox pulls his cock free and drops to his knees in front of me, he grips my hand and yanks it free as I whimper. He replaces my fingers with his own and my eyes roll back as he grips my throat, forcing my head back so he claims my lips in a kiss of ownership.
“”Knox… God,” I cry out, breaking the kiss.
“Who’s your fucking God, Lay?” he snarls.
His eyes darken and I know if I don’t answer correctly he’ll pull his fingers free and leave me here on edge. Being bold, I reach out and grip the hair on the back of his head, pulling him in closer. “You are.” His eyes blaze with approval. “Now make me come on your fingers so I can ride your cock.” A sexy smirk tugs at his lips. Pressing the pad of his thumb flat against my clit, I cry out as the orgasm rips through me without warning. I scream his name as I ride this fucking high like there is no tomorrow. We may have a fucked-up history that only one of us can remember but that doesn’t diminish the chemistry or sexual tension that is constantly present when we are near each other. Knox Bronson is the ring around my Saturn and I can’t find it within myself to be pissed about that.
Knox
I’ve created a monster… Again.
Don’t get me wrong, I’m not complaining about Lake being a freak in the sheets, she was never one to be shy about voicing what she wanted. She was never fucking tame when it concerned sex, always wanting to fight for dominance until I would force her to submit and show her that giving me control didn’t make her weak, it just meant she trusted me to care for her and give her the ecstasy she craved, that only my cock could deliver.
It’s been years since I have woken and felt utterly fucking wrecked in the best possible way. Looking to the space beside me, where she has her face buried in the pillows and the blanket bunched around her waist, I bite my lip, debating if I should sink into her and wake her with another orgasm. I shift ready to do just that until my phone begins to vibrate on the nightstand beside me. Fighting back the urge to groan, I reach for the fucking thing to see Xander’s name blaring on the screen. I hit answer and bring it to my ear as I make my way to my bathroom and close the door quietly behind me.
“Yeah?” I bite out.
“Mase is here, you were supposed to be down here first thing to brief the fucking guys.” The anger in his tone brushes me the wrong fucking way.
“You got something you want to say to me?” I snarl.
“Yeah. Pull your head out of that bitch’s pussy long enough to realize she’s playing you.” The motherfucker ends the call before I can say anything else. It takes me showering, changing and staring at Lake’s naked back for five minutes to calm down enough to go downstairs and not murder my best friend. Stealing a final glance at her, I put my poker face in place and clear my head of all thoughts of her, until I grab my jacket off the back of the chair in the corner and the manila envelope drops to the floor.
Knox Bronson.
My name on the front taunts me as I stare down at it, reading what's inside could change everything and rid me of all this anger I feel toward Lake, or it could solidify her future by holding the documents I have already read years ago which would guarantee her death by my hands.
“Hey,” she says sleepily. I turn around and take a long hard look at the girl that believed in me when no one else did. She didn’t see me as the poor kid from the wrong side of the tracks, she just saw me and always said I was worthy and would make something of myself. The longer I take to answer, the happy look in her eyes slowly fades. Reaching down, I snag the envelope and make my way over to her and drop down onto the edge of the bed. She gathers the blankets and draws them up to shield her nakedness from me. I say nothing and allow her to act like I didn’t fuck her seven ways to hell all night long.
“I met you when you were thirteen,” I say as I look down at the fucking stupid envelope in my hands. “By the time you were fourteen I had a crush on you when I had no fucking right to. You were River’s little sister but that wasn’t the reason I stayed away.”
“Why did you then?” she asks quietly.
A sad smile makes its way to my face. “Because you were my sister’s best friend and Wave made it crystal fucking clear you were off limits to all us degenerates.” A quiet laugh leaves her, earning a scowl from me which she ignores. “At fifteen you made it known you felt the same way about me but my sister threatened to cut my balls off if I touched you, she said I had to wait until you were sixteen.”
“You waited, didn’t you?” I slowly turn to meet her gaze to find no malice or disgust in her eyes, just pure innocence.
