Page 128 of Knox Unleashed
“What kind of thinking?” I ask, slipping my finger into my wetness and then dragging it up over my clit.
“When I turned around in that shower the first night and saw you naked. Think I knew deep down in my bones there was no way I was going to be able to stay away from you.”
He smiles and closes his eyes again. I can’t see him work his cock, but there is something about the way his shoulder and bicep move that tells me what is happening off camera. And, God, does that turns me on anyway.
He shifts, then looks at me again. “If you were here right now…” He shakes his head. “Fuck, you wouldn’t even make it through that door.”
A shiver runs through me. “What would you do?”
He goes still, for a second, then works his cock a little firmer. “Would like to think I could be a gentleman about it…but I’vefelt that cunt of yours squeeze my cock, so…I’d probably fuck you like I did out by my place.”
My breath catches.
“So fucking dangerous,” he mutters. “Sitting there, looking soft and sweet, wearing my fucking shirt.”
I pop a button open, then another. “Jesus, babe. Yeah. Show me your tits. I’m gonna fuck ‘em one day. Slide between them and come all over your throat.”
I slide the shirt open, revealing my breasts.
It was drilled into me a million times as a kid to be careful what I do over the internet, but I trust Knox. And he’s too busy stroking himself and looking at me slack-jawed to even think about hitting any kind of screen-record function.
“Jesus Christ,” he says, his voice dropping low and gruff. “Look at you.”
The way he says it, like he’s half in awe, and half desperate for me, sends a sharp pulse of desire to my clit. My fingers slide through my lips, then drag over the hardened little nub. Years of practice of playing solo and I know just how to get myself off.
My body is already responding, already chasing the feelings so easily.
But the look in Knox’s gaze is ramping me higher.
“Don’t stop talking,” I whisper.
“Can’t believe you’re fucking mine, Maren. Sitting there in my bed. Wearing my shirt. Showing yourself to me like that. I’m gonna… lose what little control I’ve got left. Look how fucking hard I am for you, Maren. And you’re not even here.”
He flips the camera manually. In his drunken state, he doesn’t keep it stable enough, but it’s impossible to miss just how hard he’s working his own cock. And how precum leaks from its tip.
I remember the taste of it.
My breath hitches, my heels digging into the mattress as my hips move against my fingers, and I imagine Knox’s hands on me.
“Maybe I want you to lose control,” I admit.
That does something to him, breaking his last tenuous hold on control. His jaw tightens. “You’re gonna be the end of me, Maren.”
There’s a stretch of silence that isn’t really silent. Not with the way we’re breathing, gasping, and moaning when the feeling gets too good. I hear the wet slap of his hand as he works his cock hard.
“Come with me, Maren. Don’t wanna do it alone.”
“I’m going to,” I admit as the intensity of what we’re doing crests. “Oh, God.”
His gaze locks onto mine, sharp despite the alcohol. Present, and lost in this, just like I am.
“That’s it,” he says. “Just…look at me like that.”
The tension snaps, hitting me like a sudden and overwhelming wave. But I never take my eyes off him. Not when my whole body shakes, not when my mouth opens in a silent cry, not when I gasp at how good it feels.
On the screen, Knox lets out a low, strained groan. His head drops forward, his shoulders tight, like his release is sucking the life out of him.
For a second, neither of us speaks, even though the connection between the two of us hums through the screen.
