Knox
I must’ve started hallucinating that I’d ended up in one of my own books, but if that was true, I never wanted to wake up.
I made the best characters.
“We’re going to make it so pretty.” Rohan’s voice seemed to get even deeper as I rocked against him. Had he gotten harder? “And don’t worry. If one orgasm isn’t enough cum, I’ve read some very interesting material on milking, so I’ll be able to help you make more.”
Oh, he’d read that one too.
I couldn’t decide if reenacting those scenes sounded like a good idea or not, but I knew they’d be hot as hell.
Rohan’s chuckle said I might not have been as subtle about that thought as I’d hoped. “Naughty boy.”
Yes.
Yes, I was.
And somehow, he didn’t seem to mind that.
It felt like something I should praise him for just so he’d remember to keep liking it, but I lost those thoughts before they could fully form when he pinched me again. “Such pretty moans.”
Moans?
Oh, me.
“That...that feels so...” Good. Painful. “Yes...it’s very...”
Something.
It was very something.
“I’m glad.” Rohan was so glad, he leaned down and kissed my neck. “I’m enjoying it too. I like hearing you moan and whimper.”
Best character ever...even if he was real.
“I’m so glad.” That meant he’d keep doing it. “You can do it whenever you want.”
His low chuckle sent a shiver through me and had my dick at the angry hard level. “Is that one of my bribes or is that a reward for you?”
“Both? I think...I think that’s fair.” There was more I should’ve said—I had the words somewhere—but Rohan’s strong fingers moved over to my other nipple and all I could do was whine.
“Yes, pretty sounds.” Giving the newly touched nipple a tug, he laughed as I sucked in a breath and my legs went wobbly. “Needy boy.”
He wasn’t wrong, but I wasn’t sure agreeing would be the right move. For some reason, men got huffy when they heard that a bottom had been horny before they’d met. It seemed like even for a hump-and-dump kind of date, they needed to be the reason a slutty bottom was slutty.
It was ridiculous.
But I’d learned not to say anything that might provoke that response, even if I didn’t understand it.
“I could see how needy you were when we first met.” His wonderful fingers kept tugging on me, twisting and pinching until I was whining again. “I bet you were imagining being bent over that table and fucked before you’d even said hello.”
It would be rude to lie, right?
“You...you were very sexy.” That couldn’t offend him.
Hopefully,it couldn’t offend him.
I really didn’t want to offend him.
