Only With You (Knights #2)

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JULIANNA

“Yes!” Polly claps, the other loud voices in the arena drowning hers when Jagger shoots the ball into the basket, earning them two points.

“Three more minutes and the championship is ours,” Gabby anxiously but enthusiastically says, her hands clasped at her chin.

I stay silent because my anxiety levels are higher than my excitement. Only three minutes left, but that’s a long time in basketball, something I didn’t realize until I first watched it.

The guys are winning by two points, but Baylor could easily come back up. They were ahead the first half of the game until the second half where NCU managed to make a comeback, but it’s not been a big one because Baylor’s been on their heels.

I don’t mean that figuratively. I literally mean it. Landon’s stepbrother, Ashton, has been riding Landon’s ass, and I don’t have to be down there to know he’s been talking shit.

Then there’s a guy named Xavier. Apparently, he and Saint have issues and they must be deep-rooted because I’ve never seen Saint on the verge of losing his shit. I’ve seen him play a few times, and usually he looks mellow and happy.

“Xavier and Saint went to the same private school. Apparently, he planted drugs in Saint’s stuff. I found that out in a Reddit forum,” Polly says, eyes trained on the court. “I’ve no idea if it’s true because it came from Reddit, but apparently, the person who posted it said they witnessed Saint getting expelled and then coming back as if nothing happened. They said it wasn’t the first time Saint got expelled, but they couldn’t say more because of an NDA everyone has to sign at this private school.”

I went to a private school, but we didn’t have to sign an NDA, even though there were students whose parents are famous.

“You read this all on Reddit?”

She nods matter-of-factly. “You wouldn’t believe the other stuff I found out about Saint and his dad. They’re not just rich, but they’re rich- rich . Old money rich. It’s crazy. Saint doesn’t even need to be in college. He’s set for life.”

I’m momentarily stunned, but it quickly washes away because I came to Portland in a private jet thanks to Saint. That’s not something that just anyone can get and in such a short notice close to a holiday.

“Can you imagine having that kind of money? I would—yes!” Polly throws her hands in the air along with the rest of the crowd.

The guy on Baylor’s team threw the ball from halfway across the court to Ashton, but Landon’s right in front of him. He jumps high and intercepts the pass, taking possession of the ball. He passes it to Jayden, who catches, dribbles it, and passes it to Saint. He gets double-teamed, something that’s been happening all night. He’s had two defense players on him anytime he receives a pass.

I didn’t understand why, but then Gabby explained it to me. She said Saint is one of the best shooters in the country, and he’s fierce and immensely talented in the offense. His six-foot-seven height and stats are testimony of that.

I still don’t understand stats, but all I know is that he’s one of the best.

The guys on defense try to pressure him into giving up the ball and it seems he’s going to do that, but he fakes the pass to Malik, steps back, jumps, and shoots the ball. It circles around the rim, and I swear half of the arena holds their breaths because it almost looks like it’s going to bounce back out, but it finally sinks in, earning us three points.

“Talk about edging.” Polly blows out a breath of relief, interlocking her fingers and bringing them behind her head.

I laugh at that, but she’s not wrong. The next two and a half minutes, it’s a back and forth battle, NCU pushes, but Baylor pushes back harder and vice versa. It’s nerve-wracking to watch and I almost want to close my eyes because they’re tied. There are only thirty seconds left on the clock. We could go into overtime or one team will get lucky and win.

“You’re so adorable,” Polly gushes, her phone up and that’s when I register she’s taking a picture of me. “I’m sending this to Landon. He’ll really appreciate it since you guys are dating now.”

A huge smile stretches across her face, as does Gabby’s.

They didn’t know about us until I arrived at their hotel room. I obviously couldn’t stay with Landon, but he asked the girls if I could stay with them and they didn’t hesitate to say yes. So when he dropped me off and kissed me, they lost their minds.

Once he left, I was interrogated with thousands of questions and I hesitated to answer because of Sienna, but I reminded myself they’re nothing like her. So I told them almost everything, except the sex for tutoring. I was kind of vague about it. It’s not because I don’t trust them, but I like the idea of it being a secret even though El knows. I just don’t plan to tell anyone else.

“I seriously can’t believe you guys went from wanting to kill each other to loving each other.”

My stomach floods with butterflies. We didn’t say we love each other, but would it be too soon to know that I do?

I say nothing, but Polly’s grin makes it hard to conceal the giddy smile on my face.

My gaze lands on Landon as he dribbles the ball and passes it to Jagger. He drives past the defense, quickly and effortlessly, and when he jumps to dunk the ball, one of Baylor’s players, number three, forcefully uses his chest to push him away from the basket. He succeeds to do just that, but Jagger falls backward and slams against the hardwood floor.

Horrified gasps echo around. The cheers fade, replaced with shushed words, then silence takes over.

He rolls on the ground, feet flailing against the floor, and face pinched in agony as he covers his mouth to muffle the pain.

The trainers and Coach Warren run to him, attending to him while the guys and the other staff surround him to conceal what’s going on.

“He’s going to be okay,” I attempt to reassure Gabby, softly rubbing her arm, but I speak too soon because several minutes later, a stretcher is brought onto the court. Then he’s being lifted and taken away.

It’s all precautionary, Dad would say. And that’s what I tell Gabby and Polly. I hope it’s not as bad as it looked, but he fell pretty hard. Still, I keep the spirits up and give them words of affirmation.

The player from Baylor was given a Flagrant 2 foul and ejected from the game for excessive contact. When the game resumes, the energy in the arena isn’t the same anymore. Even when the buzzer goes off and we win, the crowd doesn’t explode with excitement, but they do clap for the guys, whistling and shouting out words of encouragement.

Everything that happens afterward is a complete blur. The guys get their trophy, do a post-game interview, and go see Jagger at the hospital.

We would’ve gone, but only his family and team could go. Gabby was the only one allowed because of her living situation with Jagger’s parents. So, Polly and I are at the hotel room—well, Polly will be. I’m about to leave because I’m meeting Landon at the hotel’s ballroom.

We couldn’t meet here because Polly is working on a project for her final exam. And not in his room because he shares it with Jagger. When he comes back, he’ll need all the rest he can get before they fly back to North Carolina.

“Are you sure you’re okay with me leaving? I can stay with you.”

“No, please go. I’m sure Landon could use the distraction and I definitely need to finish this.”

“If you need anything, text me, okay?”

“Yes, now go.” She throws a pillow at me. I duck before it hits me and slip out of the room and head to the elevator.

I press my floor button and it descends until the doors slide open and someone gets on from another floor. Not looking up, I move to the side to give the guy some space.

He stays on his side, but every so often, I feel his eyes on me. Luckily, the door opens and I hastily exit, but I don’t make it far before the guy calls after me.

“Hey.”

I tense, my eyes darting to the security camera in the corner of the wall and then to the other not too far from it. When I turn to face him, I’m surprised to find it’s Ashton.

“Sorry, I didn’t mean to scare you. I should’ve said something in the elevator, but I was working up the courage to talk to you.” He charms me with a coy smile, but I’ve seen smiles like that before. It’s the kind that makes you believe they have nothing but good intentions, but really, it’s the opposite of that. “I’m Ashton.”

I plaster a smile. “I’m not interested.”

I walk away, but he catches up and falls into step next to me.

“I play for Baylor. You can look me up, and you’ll find me. I’ve also done sponsorships that will validate who I am.” His voice drips with arrogance.

“I really don’t care.” I keep walking and he follows.

“Hey, wait, I’m sorry. Can we start over?”

I stop, keeping my expression blank. “No, I’m not interested. I’m going to walk away now.”

“But—”

“Ashton, fuck off.” Landon comes from behind me and slips his arm around my waist. My body melts against his, feeling more at ease.

He stares, bemused, gaze jumping to our faces and down to where Landon’s arm is holding me.

Ashton sardonically laughs. “So Lucy wasn’t lying. Please tell me he paid you?”

“Ignore him. That usually does the trick,” Landon says and grabs my hand, tugging me in the direction of the ballroom.

“Be careful with that one. I’d hate for someone as pretty as you to waste your time with someone like him.”

Landon stops and I know he’s about to speak up, but I beat him to it.

Shooting my head back, I grimace. “Such an original, creative comment. I can tell you’re an ignorant fuck who’s never had an original thought in his life.”

Ashton’s jaw clenches, forehead creases, and lips tighten, but the anger fades, a cunning smile taking over. “Do you know about Polly? She?—”

“Ahhh, yes, she drew the short stick, right?” I lazily let my eyes sweep over him, humming in displeasure.

This time, he doesn’t bother to hide how annoyed he is. “Landon, you let your girlfriend fight for you now?”

“Yeah, how about that?” He chuckles. “If I were you, I’d be careful. She might just run you over.”

I conceal my laugh at the confusion on Ashton’s face, and before he can get another word in, I pull Landon until we’re tucked away in the ballroom.

“What a dick. I wasn’t sure anyone could beat—” The rest of my words get cut off as Landon grabs the back of my neck and locks my lips to his.

He snakes his other arm around my back, drawing me in closer until I’m firmly pressed against him. I wrap my arms around his shoulders and let him take control. He takes his time, kissing me languidly, tongue teasing mine, his mouth sucking my bottom lip.

My eyes flutter closed and I moan into his mouth, feeling his semi-hard erection dig into my stomach. When I rub myself against it, it becomes fully erect. He groans into my mouth, and his hand slides down to my ass and cups it.

My fingers tangle at the hair at his nape as he deepens the kiss. It’s hurried now and rough. His warm lips intoxicate me, and I become delirious at the feel of his tongue on mine, and the vibrations of his groans roll down my body.

I want more and I almost beg for it, but then I remember where we’re at. I break the kiss, panting to catch my breath, and my hands hang loosely off his shoulder.

“We’re probably being watched.” I look at the security cameras at each corner of the ballroom.

His palm clasps around the side of my neck, lips hovering over my head. “There are no cameras in the bridal suite.”

I lift a questioning brow.

“I did my research.”

My lips rise mischievously. “So, what are we still doing here?”

Hand in hand, our fingers intertwined, he briskly guides me to the back of the ballroom that leads down a long hall until we spot the bridal suite.

Landon ushers me inside of the dark room, and like the ballroom and hall, the lights must be sensor and turn on when motion is detected because quickly, they come on.

He locks the door behind him and eyes me hungrily.

“Everything needs to come off,” the gravely tone in his voice shoots heat straight to my core.

We hastily shed all of our clothes. I should have worn something other than leggings because removing them was not as sensual as I wanted it to look. Landon must’ve not paid attention or doesn’t care because he stares at me like he’s ready to defile every inch of my body.

My gaze drops down to his thick and massive cock. Angry veins decorate his shaft and the tip leaks with pre-cum. An idea pops in my head, and this time, it’s me who takes the initiative. I grab his hand, lead him to the couch, and force him to sit.

He stares at me with frustration and impatience.

“Don’t look at me like that. I promise you’ll love it.” I smirk at the recognition that flares in his dilated eyes. He said the same thing to me when he fucked me with the strap-on.

Straddling his hips, I hold on to his inked shoulders for support, my hair cascading over my face as I let myself hover over the crown. It’s for a good cause and he deserves it, I tell myself because I desperately want to ride him, but I don’t.

“Julianna, sit on my cock,” he impatiently demands, grabbing my hips.

“Not yet,” I whimper as his crown brushes my entrance, but I push through despite how I ache for him.

Keeping one hand on his shoulder, I glide the other across his collarbone, tracing over the ink before I slide my palm around his throat.

His breath catches, fingers squeezing my hips in a bruising manner, but I don’t let up. “You like that, don’t you?” I whisper in his ear, enjoying the way his throat bobs when I tighten my grip on him. He thrusts his hips up and the tip almost goes in, but I jerk away before it does.

I kiss the side of his ear and down to his lobe and suck it briefly. Then continue, my lips following along his bearded jaw.

“Fucking tease,” he roughly drawls.

I smile against his jaw, squeezing his throat again one last time. “I can be petty, too.” Letting go, I bring both hands behind his neck, grab the clasp of his chain, remove it, and put it on.

Still hovering over his dick, I sit up and let him see all of me. His teeth sink into his bottom lip, dragging it into his mouth. He shakes his head, brows set and eyes shot wild with lust as they roam over me.

“I love that you’re mine.”

“I love being yours,” he ardently rasps.

Climbing off him, I sink down to my knees and muster all the strength not to look nervous because I’m out of my depth here. I already know what having him inside me feels like but having him in my mouth is different.

“Scared?” he taunts.

I flip him off and grab the base, squeezing him, and he hisses.

“Spit on it,” he orders, his fingers threading through my hair and fisting it. “And spread your thighs for me.”

I wanted to be in control, but I’m weak, and when he speaks to me like that, I forget how to think.

I don’t understand why he wants me to spread my thighs, but I do and I spit on the crown.

“That’s not enough, open your mouth,” he orders, and when I do, he inserts two fingers inside of me.

With my eyes on his, I draw them in and out of my mouth. I swear he intentionally drags the saliva out of my mouth when they partially slip out. It drips onto my chest and slides between my cleavage.

I moan against his fingers, bringing my thighs together to squeeze them, but he pulls my hair up and thrusts his fingers deeper, and I gag.

“Don’t do that. Keep your thighs apart.” He removes his fingers from my mouth, the saliva pooling out, and wraps that hand around his length, coating it with me, and rubs his crown too. He strokes himself long and slow, and I almost close my thighs, but his eyes narrow threateningly.

“Now, suck.”

It’s embarrassing how aroused I get when he talks to me like that and even more so how I desire it. I should get my feminism card revoked because I lean in, open my mouth, and draw the crown of his cock into my mouth.

I twirl my tongue around it and then the tip, licking and tasting his pre-cum, humming at how good he tastes and feels. He groans and I hiss as he pulls my hair, my scalp screaming to get him to stop, but my body encourages me to keep going. So I do, I open my mouth wider, drawing him in as deep as I can until he hits the back of my throat. I gag but pull back a bit and do it again. My eyes water and my throat reflexes, but the look on Landon’s face is worth it.

His head is angled back. He’s breathing harshly, jaw flexed, veins popping on his neck, and eyes closed shut.

I quicken my speed, my lips creating a suction noise and filling the space in the room every time I suck him in.

“Like that,” he says through clenched teeth, meeting my eyes now and keeping them on me. “Fuck, you’re doing so good,” he praises and pushes my head deeper, and I gag again and the tears spring, streaking down my cheeks. “Relax and breathe…” I inhale through my nose as he keeps his dick close to my throat. “Yeah, like that.”

I shudder. Hot electricity shoots down my spine. Everything feels so heightened, I swear I can feel my arousal dripping out of me, but I can’t look to see.

“Keep sucking.” He loosens his hold on me and I catch my breath.

I alternate between my hand and mouth, but he tenses, a low moan leaving him when I flatten my tongue, and lick the seam on the underside of his head.

“God…damn, Julianna. Fuck yes.” He sits up, body tightening at the anticipation of his release, but he forces out of my mouth before it happens. “I want to come with my cock between your tits.”

I struggle not to squeeze my thighs as he grabs my hard nipple and rolls it.

“These are perfect.” He lets it go and slaps the side of my breasts and watches it bounce. “They were made to be fucked. Weren’t they?”

I moan as he pays attention to the other breast, smacking it hard. “Yes.”

I falter, staring down in shock at the wet drops of my arousal that coat the floor.

He grips my chin, making me look up at him. “You’ll get it soon. Now, hurry up.”

Scooting closer, I cup my tender breasts and part them, clamping my fingers around my nipples, and smother his cock with them.

He releases a throaty groan as he stares down at me and leans back on the couch, long legs lazily sprawled on either side of me. I swear this is what dreams are made of.

Holding my breasts together, I raise them on his shaft and slide them down. I repeat the motion, doing my best to add pressure and not squeeze my thighs. Then I hold still and lean forward, licking the seam of the tip, and circle my tongue around.

“You’re so fucking hot. Keep going,” he grits. His hips buck and I feel his cock pulse against my breasts, the crown dripping with more pre-cum. “I’m going to come…” he drawls, his breaths ragged and labored.

I move faster, my breasts bouncing with every glide, and I whimper as I pinch my nipples. My body is burning with the need to come. I feel it build in my core and how every shock becomes more fierce than the last.

“Open your mouth and stick your tongue out,” he demands gruffly. When I do, he releases himself on me. The spurts of cum land on my tongue, chin, and all over my breasts.

I stare in awe, watching the man who always does this to me crumble as he continues to come. His body shakes and choked breaths combined with moans echo in the room.

Dropping my hands from my breasts, I stare down at the mess all over me and now clench my thighs. We’ve done so many things, but this is different and I feel so hot and good. This is insane, right? Being turned on because I have his cum on me? It’s literally dripping down onto my thighs and all I can do is stare at it and become wetter.

Before I swallow, Landon wipes a single finger across my lips that are dotted in cum and inserts it in my mouth. I close my mouth around it and suck and swallow.

“You like that, don’t you? Being covered in my cum, swallowing it?”

My face burns and I slowly nod. But now I feel like I’ve been thrown into a volcano because he pulls out, then uses two fingers to gather some of the cum off my chest, forces me to stand, and slowly thrusts them inside of me.

“I swear to God you better not, but for whatever reason, if you forget who you belong to, remember this moment. Being covered in my cum, it down your throat, it inside your pussy, how your cunt is choking and sucking in my fingers, refusing to let go.”

I hold on to his shoulders, eyes rolling back as he finger fucks me. “Landon,” I moan, my head lolling. “I promise I won’t forget. I prom—ohhh…don’t stop. Like that…”

I grind on his hand, but he forces me to stop and I look at him. He pulls himself out of me, uses three fingers this time to gather more of the cum off my chest, and sinks to his knees. He grabs my leg and props my foot on the couch to give him more access to me.

“You look so goddamn beautiful covered in me.”

I watch in stupefaction as he inserts those cum-covered fingers inside me again. I clench around them as they stretch me. A gasp gets caught in the back of my throat once they’re buried as deep as he can get them. Slowly, he thrusts them in and out, but when he brings his face to my pussy and sucks my clit into his mouth, I lose all sense of reality.

“Ohhh, fuck, Landon,” I mewl, my fingers tangling through his hair, and I pull on it as his teeth graze the swollen nub and fingers fuck me relentlessly. Stars dance in my vision and I become drunk on him, my orgasm in the cusps of erupting. “I’m so close.” I whimper, almost crying out from the sensory overload.

He stops flicking my clit and lays his tongue flat on it. And instead of thrusting in and out of me, he keeps his fingers inside, but he faintly strokes me. I don’t know what it is about them slightly moving, but that has me losing my mind and I come.

My jaw drops and my cry gets suppressed by a high-pitched squeal. I fist his hair, grounding myself to his fingers and mouth as everything spasms out of control.

Everything is so heightened and sensitive, I can feel his tongue still teasing, flicking, and twirling on my clit despite how it convulses against him. And my walls pulse around his fingers, keeping them locked into place as waves of ecstasy keep rolling down my body.

Just when I think I’m done, another orgasm wracks through my body.

I whimper his name, my body trembling as everything shatters around me.

I’m not sure how much time passes or how long I stand here, but when I finally come back to my senses, my legs wobble and almost give out on me.

“Oh,” I breathe as he stands to his full height, hands on my waist, keeping me steady.

He grins, mouth and beard glistening with my cum. “You taste so bloody good.”

I bite my lip, staring down at his dick that’s fully erect again. “I want to ride you.”

“You sure?” He thickly swallows, eyeing my breasts still covered in him.

Nodding, I push him down on the couch, lift myself, and straddle him. I grab his shaft and align him to my entrance. We keep our eyes glued to where we’re going to connect, and when I sink down, the crown disappears inside of me. He groans and I moan.

I remove my hand and slowly sink all the way down until I’m completely sitting on him, and I feel his balls pressed to my ass.

“You’re so perfect. Every inch of you,” he says through clenched teeth and grabs my hips.

“I know.” I softly moan as I feel his dick twitch in me as I lean back a bit and lay my hands on his stomach. I lazily let them roam over his abs, feeling every ridge and indent, and slide them to his pecs.

Locking my eyes on his, I glide my fingers up and along his collarbone and grin as I lift them higher and wrap my hands around his throat.

“You drive me fucking crazy.” His chest expands and his throat bobs when I add pressure and begin to grind on him.

With his hand still at my hips, he rocks me, pushing me forward, knowing that movement will cause my clit to graze him.

I keep my hands on his throat, every so often squeezing it when he rocks me forward and keeps me grounded on him.

“Fuck.” A bead of sweat drips down the side of my face as he continues this. He knows what he’s doing, the way he’s adding pressure and holding me down every time I’m close. I clench around him and writhe, but he doesn’t let up. “Let me come!” I whine, not caring how I sound.

He huskily laughs. “I’m not withholding them from you. You’re doing that on your own.”

I blink a few times. “What? No, I’m not.”

“You are because you want me to use you. Treat you however the fuck I want. My cum on you isn’t enough. Like the desperate slut that you are, your cunt gets off on it. That’s why you clenched your thighs right now, why you’re holding back that pretty little moan from me.”

My body burns and I stay silent, but that gives me away.

“Hold on to my throat and don’t let go.”

I let him lift me slightly off his dick and forcefully push me down. He does it a few times, coaxing the moans I was holding back to claw out. When he’s wet enough from me, he makes me bounce on him fast and rough while he stares at my breasts that move as I do. It’s perverse, so erotic how turned on I get by the sound of his balls slapping my ass, the slick sounds my pussy makes every time he goes in and out, and the noise leaving our mouths.

My fingernails dig into the skin of his throat, holding and choking him as he fucks me with no remorse. He sucks in a sharp breath, cups my ass, and holds me down on his cock.

“Keep one hand on my throat and play with your clit while I come inside of you.”

I swallow hard, bringing one hand to the middle of his throat and the other shaky one between us. I lean back and slide it between my thighs right where my engorged, wet clit begs to be touched.

“Fucking play with it,” he gravelly orders, smacks the side of my ass hard, and I jerk up and do what he says.

My ass burns, but he doesn’t soothe it. He cups it and makes me ride him while I play with myself.

“Like that, keep playing with your pretty little clit. Pinch it.”

“Ohhhh, mmmm.” I gasp as I do, and I do it again, my hand on his throat tightening.

“Look down at us. I’m going to come and I want you to see.”

I pant, drawing my gaze down to us, and forget how to breathe as I watch him slip in and out of me, my hand on myself, and how wet and messy we are.

I feel him swell inside of me and he tenses, expelling a harsh, disgruntled breath as he releases inside of me. “Pinch it again and hold it.”

And I do, still keeping my gaze glued on us, but I lose it when I see his cum seep out of my pussy. Beads of it trickle down his cock and I come right after him.

My hands fall slack to my sides and I slump down to his chest, letting the orgasm take over my body. I feel like I’m floating on a cloud and I never want to come down.

I don’t know how long I sit here, but when I finally come to my senses, I realize just how dirty I am.

“Please tell me there’s a shower in here?”

He chuckles, moving my hair away from my sweaty forehead. “There is.”