He sucked in a breath.
“I believe it’s my turn to take you apart.”
I pushed him back against the refrigerator, and he made quick work of unfastening his belt. I tore open the button of his jeans and reached for the zipper.
I paused to look at him.
“Please don’t stop,” he begged.
How the tables had turned. I was the one in control this time. It was better that way.
I licked my lips, drawing a needy moan from him. “I don’t want a boyfriend.”
He exhaled a shaky laugh. “Good, because I’m not fit to be anyone’s boyfriend.”
“This is just sex. You’re okay with that?”
“Yes! Just please—” I drew the zip down and reached into his underwear. His cock was hot and hard under my fingers. “Fuck. Yes.”
He hooked his thumbs in the waistband of his jeans and underwear, shoving fabric down to give me access. His cock popped free, thick and juicy.
I dipped my head to kiss his tip. His hips twitched. He was eager for more. Knight didn’t take over, though. He combed his fingers through my hair, whispering how gorgeous I was while I bathed his cockhead with my tongue.
When I finally took him fully into my mouth, I flicked a glance up through my lashes.
He gazed at me, transfixed, his eyes hot as he watched his cock slide between my lips. I swirled my tongue around his shaft, then slowly backed off until I was teasing the ridge beneath his cockhead.
“Angel, please,” he begged.
A rush of power hit me, and I surged forward. He groaned as I took him into my mouth, giving him what he craved.
I wrapped my arms around him, partly for balance, and grabbed handfuls of his ass. I pulled him forward, into my throat, and he caught on, rocking into my mouth at the pace I set. I took him so deep I saw stars, nose buried in his groin.
“Wait,” he gasped. “Not yet.”
He gently nudged me back. I drew off his cock with a slurp. “What’s wrong?”
“I don’t want to come yet. I’ve been waiting too long for this.”
He grabbed my arm and raised me up, then cupped my cheek and kissed me, almost gently this time. “Your mouth is incredible. Your lips have been tormenting me for weeks.”
I gave a breathless laugh. “Yeah, well, your everything has been tormenting me.”
He grinned. “Is that why you kept hiding from me?”
“Yes,” I answered honestly.
His eyes softened. “We don’t have to do this.”
“Oh, yes, we fucking do,” I said. “Just promise me we won’t let it get messy. I’m only here for a year, and I don’t want to fuck up my living arrangements.”
“No muss, no fuss,” he said, lips quirking. “I think I can handle that, Dr. Donovan.”
He drew me in for another kiss, working my buttons open one by one as his mouth drifted to my jaw and neck. He ran a big hand down my chest, brushing his thumb over my left nipple, sending tingles through me.
“Beautiful,” he murmured before lowering his mouth to lash my nipple with his tongue.
I sucked in a breath, holding on to his shoulders as he nibbled my chest and worked open my jeans. His hand engulfed my aching cock, and a whimper of need escaped me as he stroked me from root to tip.