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For now, that was enough.
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Kieran
I managed a fitful sleep for therest of the night, waking with the dawn.
I slipped out of bed, leaving Emily wrapped up tight in Knox’s embrace. There was a pinch of jealousy from seeing them like that. After all, I’d been the one here with her all week, having dinner, sharing her bed. But the moment Knox returned, they were in each other’s arms.
Shaking off the odd emotion, I headed for the second master bath. This one was smaller than Emily’s, designed specifically for a man. The decor was the opposite, dark versus light.
Not that I cared about that. The only thing I wanted was a shower to help wash away the haze of sleep so I could get on with my day.
I used voice command to turn on the water, had the temperature set to what I was using as my new normal since Emily preferred her showers just shy of scalding. I stepped beneath the spray, leaned my head back, and let the water sluice over me. As the heat penetrated my tired muscles, my mood began to lift.
The sound of the water blocked out Knox’s approach, but I wasn’t startled when he joined me, his lips pressing to the back of my neck as he moved up behind me. I sighed inwardly when his hands slid around, moving over my chest, my stomach. He held me like that for what felt like an eternity, both of us content to just be for a minute.
As soon as his hands shifted lower, firmly gripping my cock, I pulled out of his grasp, turning to face him.
It was rare for me to be the aggressor when it came to our intimate moments, but there were times when I had no desire to be at Knox’s mercy. This was one of them.
Gripping his chin firmly, I leaned in, sealed my lips to his, and thrust my tongue inside. He was ready for me, his tongue thrashing against mine, his hands knocking mine away.
“You want me?” I growled against his mouth. “Prove it.”
He slammed me against the wall, his body pressing to mine, his hand fisting both our cocks together. I inhaled sharply, the pleasure intense, but we both knew I wasn’t going to give in. Not this time.
“Prove. It,” I repeated harshly, dragging my mouth to his neck. I nipped hard, gripping his wrist to still his motions, then meeting his eyes. “Turn around.”
Knox bit my lower lip, a sharp sting making my cock throb painfully. His eyes roamed my face seconds before he turned away from me, planting his hands on the tiled wall. I stepped up behind him, bit his shoulder, and pressed a finger along the crease of his ass. I went lower until I found his hot hole, pushing my finger in deep.
He groaned low in his throat but welcomed the intrusion, shoving his hips back. I teased him with one wet finger, crushing my chest to his back.
“I won’t be gentle,” I warned, throwing back the exact words he’d used on me so many times.
“I don’t need gentle, Kieran. Never have.”
No, he didn’t.
Although Knox preferred to be in control, to be the top at all times, he craved this just as much as I did. In the beginning, he had fought me viciously, refusing to give in. But it had only taken the one time for me to fuck him for Knox to realize what he’d been missing. I was the only man who’d ever had his cock inside Knox, and you better believe that was a heady feeling.
While I said I wouldn’t be gentle, I damn sure wasn’t going to affect the pleasure to be found if I could help it. Thankfully, there was a small bottle of lubricant on the tiled ledge. Knox would’ve been the one to have it put there, or he’d stashed it himself. However it got there, it was damn convenient.
Keeping him pressed to the wall with my body, I grabbed the lube, greased two fingers, and pushed them deep inside him.
“Fuck,” Knox groaned, spreading his feet wider, pressing his hips back, inviting my fingers deeper.
I knew exactly what to do to make him beg, so I fingered him, pressing against his prostate until he was growling softly. Only then did I replace my fingers with my cock, lining my dick with his hole, gripping his hips, and pulling him back on me. I impaled him, driving my hips forward, giving him my entire length in one punishing thrust.
“Kieran…”
I slammed forward again.
“Fuck…”
Digging my fingertips into his hips, I held him still as I slammed in, retreated, ramming in again. His ass gripped me tightly, dragging ragged moans from my chest. The pleasure was unparalleled, an all-consuming ecstasy that stole my breath. I didn’t relent, fucking him harder, deeper, faster. I let my fury from what he’d done drive me, taking from him all that he owed me in atonement. And when I’d wrung all I could, I shifted, forcing him to plant one foot on the tiled bench. I drove into him again, changing the angle, forcing myself deeper.
“Oh, fuck me,” he moaned. “Kieran … fuck … I won’t last.”
