He was your typical handsome, intelligent, successful man with a great personality, who could get just about any woman he wanted. I’d dealt with a plethora of them over the years, and nothing about them said forever.
Something about Knox attracted me in a different way. I’d felt it immediately but refused to acknowledge it, and I gave him the runaround, assuming we’d never see each other again.The next time I saw him, the feeling was still there, and I was confused.
When I finally agreed to a date, I made up in my mind that no matter how good a time I had, I’d ignore the feelings in the pit of my stomach and tell him I wasn’t interested. I’d been questioning that choice for the past year.
He adjusted his body, and his arm fell away from me, giving me the opportunity to slip out of bed. I picked up my phone and saw it was just after midnight, then crept into the bathroom, closing the door before turning on the light. When I looked in the mirror, I gasped.
My neck and chest were covered in purplish marks, and there was no one to blame but the man sleeping peacefully in my bed. I leaned closer to the mirror to get a better look and sighed.
It would take a good amount of makeup to cover them, and I didn’t wear makeup like that. Since there wasn’t anything I could do about it, I started the shower and relieved my bladder while the water warmed.
I stepped into the shower, closed my eyes, and let the water cascade down my body, praying the warm water would calm the soreness I’d feel in a few hours. I typically had sex a couple of times a month, and it had been about a month since I last engaged, so I couldn’t say I was out of practice.
Jonathan, Kenneth, and Zion were good in bed, but I wasn’t invested in them and didn’t fully let go. We didn’t kiss with tongue, I provided the condoms, we only went one round, maybe two when I was extra horny, and we didn’t spend the night together.
Knox had fucked all that up. He made me feel as if I didn’t have any rules or standards when it came to my sex life, and I needed a moment to process it all.
I was so lost in my thoughts that I didn’t notice him entering the bathroom until I felt a cold draft on my back. Before I couldturn around, he wrapped his arms around me and kissed my shoulders.
“You mind some company?”
I let my head fall against his chest, and he kissed my neck. He took my loofah from my hands, letting it fall to the floor, then he cupped both breasts with one hand. His other hand slid down my stomach until it reached my center.
A moan fell from my lips as he rubbed my clit with his thumb and dipped a finger, or two, into my pussy. He released one of my breasts and squeezed my nipples between two of his fingers, but I couldn’t tell which ones.
“Shit,” I whispered.
Between his tongue caressing my neck and his fingers doing the same to my nipples and pussy, I didn’t know where I was going, but I knew I’d be cummin’ soon, as a buzzing sensation shot through my body.
As I reached my peak, I could feel him in places he wasn’t touching. My legs weakened, and my pussy trembled around his fingers. He removed them and lifted them to my mouth.
“Open up,” he whispered.
When I opened my mouth, he put his index finger inside, and I greedily sucked my juices off. He then repeated the same action, with his middle finger in his mouth.
“You taste so good, baby.”
He turned me around slowly, pinning me against the wall before cupping my ass and lifting me from the floor. Knox pressed his long, thick dick inside me, stretching it wider.
He had only delivered a few strokes before the buzzing started at my scalp, traveled to my toes, then back up again. I’d barely recovered from the orgasm I’d just had, and he was forcing me into another.
“Knox, please.”
“Please, what, baby? You don’t have to beg.”
“This feels too good. I can’t—I don’t—I’m cummin’!”
I came all over his dick, and not long after, he filled me with his seeds.
After we finally bathed, I changed the sheets while he went to his car, wrapped in a towel, to get his gym bag, where he had some clean clothes. We’d returned to bed, but I wasn’t sleepy, and it seemed neither was he.
“In case you were wondering, the last time I had sex with someone without using a rubber that I provided was when I was sixteen years old, and I get tested every three months.”
This was the most reckless shit I’d done since I was in high school, and I honestly didn’t know what had gotten into me. Not once did a condom cross my mind, and to say that was unlike me would be an understatement.
“You got me beat by about six years,” Knox said.
“What do you mean?”