Page 94 of Knox's Boy

“You beg so beautifully,” I told him.

From the moment I pressed inside him, we both shuddered. I held there for a beat, savoring the tight, trembling clutch of hisbody and the way his mouth dropped open, as if stunned by the reality of it.

I started slow, drawing almost all the way out, then driving back into him. Florian was vocal, always, little gasps and muffled swears at the apex of every thrust, as if he was shocked anew by every inch I gave him. His legs coiled around me, heels digging into my back, urging me closer, harder, deeper. I let him think he was in charge for a few strokes before I eased back, catching his gaze and holding it.

“Keep your eyes on me,” I said. He did, blue eyes wide with wonder, pupils blown nearly black. I watched him take in every sensation, the way his lips parted and trembled with each inhale, the sweat starting to pearl at his hairline. I reached between us, fingers curling around him, matching the thrust of my hips with the rhythm of my hand. He whimpered, biting down on the pad of my thumb when the sensation threatened to overwhelm him.

“Let go,” I whispered, mouth against his ear, “don’t hold back.” He nodded, the movement jerky, and I could feel the tension winding tighter and tighter inside him.I shifted my angle, searching for that spot I knew, and when I found it, his entire body seized, back bowing off the mattress. His cries were muffled at first. He buried his face against my neck, but I wanted to hear him.

"My beautiful boy," I praised, adjusting the angle to make him cry out. "My perfect birthday gift."

“Daddy, m-may I…?”

“Yes, you may cum.”

His release came suddenly, intensely, his body clenching around me as he spilled between us with a primal growl. Thesight of him undone, combined with the exquisite pressure, sent me over the edge seconds later, my own orgasm crashing through me with unexpected force.

Afterward, we lay, breathing heavily, my weight partially supported on my forearms to avoid crushing him. Florian reached up to trace my jawline, his expression soft with satisfaction and love.

"Breakfast is definitely cold now," he murmured, a lazy smile spreading across his lips.

I glanced at the untouched tray, then back at him. "Worth it," I said, pressing a kiss to his forehead. "Though it was a lovely effort. We can reheat it."

He laughed softly. "Happy birthday, Daddy."

I rolled to his side, pulling him against me. "It certainly is now. The best one yet."

Chapter 40. Knox

I inhaled deeply as we stepped out of the car, savoring the familiar scent of earth and fruit. Beside me, Florian stood perfectly still, his eyes wide as he took in the landscape. He wore the outfit we'd selected together, chinos and a sweater in a shade that intensified the blue of his eyes, on top of a white shirt.

"It's beautiful," he whispered, his voice carrying a genuine awe that pleased me.

"It is," I agreed, placing my hand at his back. "Come. Let me show you around before everyone arrives."

The stone facade of the main building gleamed in the sunlight, ivy climbing one corner. Two of the estate caretakers emerged from the wide oak doors, smiling as they recognized me.

"Mr. Knox! Happy birthday, sir," called Alex, the vineyard manager who had overseen these grounds for nearly two decades. "Everything is prepared as you requested."

I shook his hand, feeling Florian shift slightly behind me. "Alex, this is Florian. Florian, this is the man responsible for many of the bottles of wine you've tasted."

Alex's smile widened as he extended his hand to Florian. "A pleasure to meet you."

Florian's hand disappeared into Alex's larger one, his smile still tight with anxiety. "Nice to meet you too," he managed.

We had just completed a brief tour of the central building when the first of my friends arrived. I felt Florian tense beside me as the sound of car doors and voices floated up from the circular driveway.

"Remember," I murmured close to his ear, "you deserve to be here. Isn't that right?"

“Yes, Daddy.”

“Good boy,” I said.

Lucas arrived first with his partner, James, a young architect. Then came Sophia and her husband David, colleagues from my early days who had become like family.

"Rob!" Lucas called out, embracing me with the easy familiarity of three decades' friendship. His dark hair was combed back and his green eyes gleamed happily. "Happy birthday, you old bastard."

James hung back, offering me a warm smile before his gaze found Florian. He had hair the color of honey and brown eyes. I made the introductions, my hand remaining at Florian's back. He was so tense I could feel the muscles jumping beneath my palm.