Page 96 of These Secret Years

“Can you send your dick over to my side?”

I don’t hesitate. I reach down and shove my erection between my legs, enjoying the strain and the pressure of the unnatural position.

“Jesus, it’s like Christmas.”

Somehow that pulls a laugh out of me.

Almost experimentally, he flicks his tongue against my slit, then pauses like he thinks I’m going to stop him. I’m not. I only turn my head as far as I can and watch to remind myself who I’m with. Our eyes meet, and he looks so fucking earnest. So good. Then, like he’s finally taking me at my word that he can do anything, he sucks one of my balls into this mouth.

“Ohhh…”

I fucking forgot how good he is with his mouth. How voracious. Stars explode in my vision, and my body reacts all on its own. Shifting my weight forward, I draw up my knees, presenting all my parts to him in the most vulnerable way possible.

Another pleased hum comes out of him, and he wraps a hand around my dick, tugging it gently back toward him and rubbing his thumb up the underside. Not like he’s jerking me off, but more like it’s a fidget toy, and I love it. Each of my balls gets a turn in his mouth. It’s cold, and it’s hot, and it’s all so wet, I’m a panting mess in danger of drooling on the pillow. Because I don’t want him asking questions or checking in, I tell him it’s so good. I remind him not to stop.

It’s like my words remind him what he’s there for, and he releases my nut with a pop. He lets my dick go, too. His hands clasp my ass again, and he spreads me open just as perfectly as he did before. He plants a sloppy kiss directly on my hole.

“Oh shit,” I gasp. We’re in new territory for me. It’s far too dirty a deed for Adrian to do, and Quinn is not in the business of making me feel good, so I didn’t realize how fucking intense this would be. No one’s ever played with my hole. I’ve never been stretched or teased, and I’ve certainly never had this. I might even recoil from it if Knight’s sounds were anything less than ravenous.

I lean into his mouth, willing myself to relax and open for him. His thumbs dig into my ass cheeks rubbing small firm circles in the meat of the muscle. His stubble scratches at my taint, and even that feels good. Like extremely good. But it’s his tongue circling my rim, teasing at it that really has me panting.

I reach down to grab my cock, giving it a few strokes. It’s so hard, any friction feels electric. I could come from this. My leaking dick is proof, but I don’t want him to stop. When his tongue finally spears inside, I cry out, and he pulls away.

“Don’t stop. Please don’t stop.”

He doesn’t say anything, just goes back to exactly where he was before, only this time, he eases his tongue in slowly. My legs shake. My fucking abs shake. I even make a shaky noise as my hand shuttles faster over my erection. His kisses are probing and slow. His breaths are hot in my crack, and then it’s like he settles in with his tongue inside me and his lips doing almost all the work on the sensitive skin of my expanding rim. There’s some slight movement inside, but mostly there’s a sucking rhythm against my hole that has me coming un-fucking glued.

“Oh fuck. Jesus. I’m gonna come.”

Like he’s reading my mind, Knight doesn’t change a thing. An extreme amount of pleasure tightens my balls, spills down my thighs, and shoots up my spine. I come in heavy convulsions, my hand squeezing my dick for every possible drop. I’m louder than I think I’ve ever been until it’s all so intense I nearly choke on my own sounds. Letting go of my totally overstimulated dick, I collapse forward, separating my ass from Knight’s mouth. His hands move down the sides of my legs in a soothing, possessive way that has me whining as the aftershocks wrack a few more shudders out of me.

Once I’m still and only breathing heavily, his hand moves up and down my back, with the other settled on my hip. It feels so safe. Protective. Like he’s taking care of me. Like he’s telling me I’m good and also that he recognizes at least part of what that was like for me.

After a few gorgeous minutes of that, he shifts around, getting out from between my legs, and appearing beside me, facing me with two wet wipes in his hand. “Do you want me to?” he asks.

I squeeze my eyes shut and nod. I roll onto my side and let him wipe me up. Cum, ass crack, and everything. When he’s done, we look at each other. He’s got a slight smile on his face, and I’m close enough to appreciate the new freckles spattering his nose and cheekbones. They’re amazing on his olive skin beneath his dark, heavily lashed eyes. He’s even better close up.

I know I can’t fall for him, but I also don’t know how I’m supposed to help it. I’d honestly rather never see him again, though, than feel like I was holding him back from anything, or even giving him a single moment of anxiety.

I don’t want to say any of that now, not when he’s looking at me like this. I will enjoy this moment, because right now, it feels like it could go on forever. The sun is barely starting to set. “Do you have someplace you need to be?” I ask.

“No.”

“You brought wipes.”

“In my defense those could have come in handy with a BJ too.”

My lips twitch. “Did you like that?”

“Mmhm,” he rumbles.

“Are you hard?”

He takes one of my hands and pulls it down to feel his rigid length. I want to wrap my fist around it, but he keeps control and doesn’t let me touch him long enough. “I’m saving it,” he tells me.

“I wanna suck it,” I say.

“Change your mind?”