Page 89 of Twisted Knight

With a breath that’s shaky from equal parts nerves and anticipation, I move to my bed and do as he asks—on my back, legs spread, eyes on him.

I don’t even have time for modesty to hit me because Holden moves to the edge of the bed in all his naked glory.

He’s hard lines and cut dents. He’s broad shoulders and strong thighs. He has a trimmed waist and an incredibly gorgeous cock that’s a little above average in length and more than ample in girth. He’s strong forearms and big hands. Hands that are currently occupied—one slowly stroking his cock up and down. The other holding my crumpled panties to his nose where he’s making a show of breathing them in.

Simply put, the man is gorgeous. Sexy. Commanding. And that smirk he gives as he lowers the scrap of lace and looks at them before meeting my eyes adds an element of danger to him.

“Did you wear these for him? For Gregory?” Holden asks as he brings them to his nose again and sniffs them. “Is this—you on them—from him, Rowan? Or did you put them on thinking of me? Hoping for me? Did you soak them only when you kissed me?”

My breath quickens. My pulse races. My nipples harden. My body craves.

“That’s what I thought.” He chuckles. “It was for me.” He drops the panties, runs his hands up my calves, and then pulls me so that my calves are hanging over the bed. “Don’t be shy to admit it. It turns me on knowing you were sitting with another man but dripping for me.” He lifts my leg up and kisses the inside of my ankle, but his eyes continue to remain on me, creating a kind of intimacy I’m not used to.

Like I’m the center of this man’s world and everything that happens from here on out is dependent on my responses.

It’s heady.

It’s overwhelming.

“You’ve touched yourself thinking about me, haven’t you?” He stands before me, rolling a condom on his cock before taking its entirety in his hand, his lips parting as he slowly strokes himself. Down. Up. A twist of his wrist over his crest. Then the mesmerizing process starts all over again. “Come on, now. Don’t be shy. I’m about to do a lot more than ask questions. The least you can do is give me the answer I deserve.”

I close my eyes, sink my teeth in my bottom lip, and die of embarrassment as I nod.

I yelp and my eyes fly open at the warm, wet heat of Holden sliding his tongue up the seam between my thighs without warning. My breath hitches. My hips lift. My legs open wider. My hands reach out to grip his hair but he’s standing up with an arrogant grin on his lips before I can.

“Show me what you did.”

“Holden.” His name is part sigh, part mortification, part rejection. I’m not a prude by any means, but I’m also not used to being put on display like Holden is doing right now.

He raises his eyebrows. “Show me and I’ll show you.” He continues his slow, steady stroke. “Just like this. In my shower. In my bed. In…” His groan replaces his words as I slide my hands down my abdomen, part myself with one hand, and rub lazy circles over my clit with the other. “Just like that, baby.”

I’m self-conscious at first. Sure, I’ve done this with lovers before, but not someone on our first time. Not like this. But I force myself to keep my eyes on Holden. On the taut tendons in his neck. In the flex of his bicep with each pump. On the way he squeezes the base and then tightens it again at his crest. On his face pulling tight and his eyelids growing heavy.

“Keep going. Show me what the thought of me does to you.”

I dip my fingers down below to wet them before sliding them back up and moving faster this time.

“Fucking perfection.” He steps forward so that with each stroke of his cock, each rock of his hips into his hands, his tip brushes where I want it desperately. In me.

The burn becomes an ache.

The ache becomes a need I have to reach.

A tsunami I need to take the ride on.

I lose myself in the sensations. In the way he watches me. In the anticipation of what’s to come. In the orgasm I can feel is slowly building brick by brick, row by row.

“Fucking hell,” Holden groans, pulling me from my haze of pleasure as he pushes his way into me, his hips bucking involuntarily.

It’s the slightest of slips of his control, but it’s incredibly empowering knowing I made him lose it.

I moan until my breath is robbed from the feel of my body stretching around him. Of him pushing into me. Of my nerve endings being assaulted in the most sensual of ways.

“Take it all for me, baby.” His free hand presses my thighs wider. “C’mon.” His head falls back momentarily as the same pleasure swamping me claims him. “I know you can.” He focuses back on where we’re joined. “Can you take any more?”

I sink my teeth into my bottom lip, my hands suddenly losing their dexterity, but my body sings from his touch now. I meet his eyes and am about to say something but the words get lost in a choked-out breath as Holden begins to move.

He’s slow at first. Long, deliberate strokes that hit each and every nerve within. He has one hand on the side of my waist holding me still, the other is under my ass holding my hips up at an angle.