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“I asked you a question.Youstorm into my office demanding answers, and now you suddenly forget how to speak. Answer me,” he demands, picking up speed with each thrust of his hips.
“Oh God, Knox…” I moan. “I don’t know, just please… don’t stop.” I don’t know anything right now, not even my name.
“What is it about you?” he rasps before wrapping his fingers in my hair and slamming his mouth to mine.
We groan in unison as our lips and tongues collide for the second time. I wrap my arms around his neck, digging my fingernails into his shoulders, my grip sure to leave a mark. I start to roll my hips, meeting the rhythm of his thrusts. Never in my life would I have imagined that dry humping would feel this good.I think I’m in heaven.
Knox moves his hot mouth from my lips to my neck, sucking in all the places he knows will drive me crazy.
“You like that? My mouth marking you?” He asks me in a possessive tone, as if he already knows the answer.
“Knox,” I whimper.
“God, Phoebe. You are so addicting. Why can’t I stop?” he asks between wet kisses, slowly making his way down to my breasts. Taking me by surprise, he sucks my hard nipple into his mouth, still covered by the soft fabric of my dress.
I squirm beneath him at the feeling, my moans growing louder with each tug of his lips. “Knox. Please…”
“Please what? Tell me what you want and it’s yours,” he rasps, biting down on my nipple before sucking it into his mouth again.
“I need to… ahh,” I moan as his dick rubs me from a deeper angle, causing me to lose my train of thought.
“Tell me, Bee,” he whispers, softly pressing his lips back to mine. He called me a new nickname, one only he knows.Oh, holy hotness.
“I need to come. Please, Knox. I might die if I don’t,” I breathe out, not joking at all.
“Fuck, Phoebe. Lift up your dress, or you’re going to have a mess all over it any second now,” he replies, indicating he’s losing control too.
I lift up the hem of my dress in one hand, completely baring my stomach and thighs to him. I move my other hand into his hair and hold on for dear life as I try to make this feeling last as long as possible.I want to stay here forever.
“Look at you, Phoebe. So damn perfect,” he groans, thrusting harder against me.
I look down between our bodies and see the most erotic view of my entire life. Knox’s swollen tip has slipped out of the waistband of his sweatpants from our grinding. Pre-cum leaks out of his slit, and the sight makes me lose all sense of reality. I’ve never actually found a dick attractive before, just a means to an end, but his is a fucking work of art.
“I can’t. Knox, I’m so close,” I moan, clutching on to him as my orgasm takes over my entire body.
“I know. I’ve got you, Bee,” he whispers, softly kissing my jaw as I ride out the waves of pleasurehebrought me. Knox cradles my face in his hands, breathing rapidly, and pushing our foreheads together as I feel hot liquid coat my stomach.
“Phoebe…” he groans. “Look at what you do to me. I tilt my chin down, silently answering the question I came here for. Before I can respond, a loud knock sounds against his office door.
“Knox! You in there? We need to discuss the rotation today before practice,” a deep voice calls out through the locked door. It sounds like his assistant coach.
“Shit!” Knox curses under his breath. “There’s a storage closet over there. I need you to get in and not make a sound until I tell you, okay?” he says, planting a kiss on my forehead and lightly setting me on my feet, pointing towards a small door in his office.
“Got it,” I whisper back, walking towards the closet, quickly opening the door, and shutting myself in. Thankfully, I find an athletic towel folded in the closet and wipe away his sticky release from my stomach.I can’t believe that just happened.My body is still shaking from the aftershocks of my orgasm.
I hear nothing but silence as Knox takes a second to gather himself and unlock the door, picking up the scattered papers from the floor and sliding into the chair behind his desk. It’s clear he’s using his desk as a barrier to hide his arousal.
“Sorry, I was on a confidential call. Come in,” he calls out. I try to listen in on their conversation, but all I hear are muffled sounds discussing what drills we’re running at practice today.
I’m in the closet for what seems like forever before Knox opens the door. The heat in the room has suddenly been replaced by a frigid cold, and we stare at each other in silence before Knox retreats back into his shell.
“This is exactly why we can’t do this, Phoebe,” he says, defeat evident in his voice. “We have no control. Do you realize if my door was unlocked how bad this could have been?”
“But it wasn't. We made sure it was locked,” I reply.
“That’s not the fucking point,” he says in frustration, running his hand through his hair. “The point is we could have easily been caught rutting against the wall like a couple of wild animals. Hell, someone could have heard us.”
“Knox, we can figure out a way-”
