Page 50 of On Your Knees

When he pulls out of me, I gasp and choke like I’ve just been resurrected. As I roll onto my side, coughing, he scoops me up and sits on the couch. I’m partway in his lap, curling into him. He pets my hair with a shaky hand.

Ethan says in a low, rough voice, “I shouldn’t have come here.”

I tilt my head to look up at him. I can’t gather my thoughts enough to react, but I don’t like what he just said.

I’m not able to think about what I’m doing as I curl my hand around his cock, which has relaxed from his orgasm but is still fat like he could stiffen again. He grunts like it hurts, so I squeeze harder.

He gazes down at me, scowling slightly. “I told you that you’re not safe with me. Do you understand now?”

I pull his dick toward my face and lick the tip of it. He jerks under me but doesn’t push me away. I lick again. I loosen my grip to let blood flow into his cock. It stiffens in my hand as I keep licking. I switch to sucking, then I pop him from my mouth and nuzzle him.

“Goddamn it,” he mutters as his hips lift up under me. His fingers play with my hair, strangely tender now. “God, I need you. Fuck, Levi, I fucking need you.”

I murmur around his cock, shifting to get more comfortable as I lick and suck and stroke my hand up and down his hard length.

“Oh my God,” he murmurs as his head tilts back against the back of the couch.

I rub my hand up his abdomen, feeling how hard he’s breathing. He needs me. I close my eyes in pleasure as my cock, stiff and aching again, throbs in the mess of my cum inside my sweats.

“Oh fuck,” Ethan mutters. “Oh my God. Fuck, why does that feel so good?”

I rumble against his throbbing cock. I stroke his balls. I’m gentler this time and so is he. He pumps shallowly into my mouth, and when he comes, there’s no violence in it. It’s a soft, yielding release that lets me savor the salty bitterness of his cum as he pumps into my mouth.

Breath stutters into him with a shaky sound like he’s upset, but his fingers keep playing with my hair. I settle against his lap, releasing his cock but keeping my face pressed against it. He leans over and slides his hand into my sweats, curling it around my erection, stroking me with the cum from my first release. I thrust gently into his hand until I come again, straining and spilling all over him.

As I quiet, he pulls his hand free, then I watch in fascination as he licks my cum from his hand. A warm feeling settles in my stomach and I sigh against his cock.

He plays with my hair. I breathe against him.

I doze.

I’m drifting in and out, so there’s a dreamlike quality to Ethan’s words when he says quietly, “We’re going to break each other.”

I turn my face, blinking up at him sleepily, and there’s a dreamlike quality to my own voice when I whisper, in agreement, or maybe consent, “Yes.”

SIXTEEN

Ethan

I get a little weird over the next two days. I don’t leave the penthouse, and I don’t reply to any of Ruby’s messages about how we need to talk. I don’t want to deal with any of that. I just want to be with Levi.

I fuck him more than I should, but the more I fuck him, the more he wants. He likes being bound. He likes being spanked. He likes when I call him a pretty little whore.

He loves the Kindle and reads late into the night. That’s what makes him notice that I don’t sleep much. That, and the fact that one night he comes to find me. It’s 2 a.m. and I’m in my workout room on the treadmill. He doesn’t say anything. He just goes to the corner and curls up on the floor.

When I’m tired enough that I feel sick, I scoop Levi up and take him back to the bedroom. I intend to put him in bed and leave him there while I shower, but he feels so good in my arms that I get in bed with him, despite being hot and sweaty. He’s half asleep when I clamp a hand over his mouth, shove his legs apart, and force my way inside him. He struggles, so I bite his neck, pin him to the bed, and fuck him until he comes screaming against my hand.

* * *

The doorbell wakes me. At first, I don’t realize that’s what it is. I jolt out of sleep, groggy and vaguely panicked in the early morning light. Then it chimes again.

I flop back. “Fuck.”

Beside me, Levi’s head lifts from the pillow. He’s disheveled and squinting, and it’s so fucking sexy that I want to pull him under me, get between his legs, and fuck him until nothing else exists.

The doorbell rings again. I throw the sheets aside and get out of bed. I cleaned Levi up last night and pulled him away from the mess, but I didn’t bother cleaning myself up. The sweats I yank on cover most of the mess, but I still smell like sweat and sex.

I don’t give a shit. Anyone bothering me at whatever fucking time it is will get the clear signal that they’re interrupting. It’s probably Patrick, pissed off that I’ve been ignoring his check-in messages. I could check the camera, but I don’t know where my phone is.