Taste of Commitment (Whisky and Risky #2)

24. Taylor

Taylor

I fold the towel back over the rack, the black cotton blending in with my fresh manicure. I take one last look at myself in the mirror. My cut-off ‘Ride the Cowboy’ T-shirt paired with my black lace boyshorts don’t hide much, but they still feel like some kind of armor to me.

I open the bathroom door but don’t make it more than one step when I spot a shirtless Knox sitting on the edge of his bed. Knox, covered in clothes, still has the body of a superhero. Knox without a shirt on? He has the body that would put a Greek god to shame.

My body heats as his eyes take inventory, trailing from my lips, over my nipples, past my stomach, pausing briefly between my legs, and then continuing all the way down to my toes. The intensity of his gaze burns straight to my chest, setting fire to the thumping organ that resides there.

“Taylor—” My name slips from his lips, but that deep guttural noise came from a place far in the back of his throat.

My bare feet pad soundlessly and quickly across the floor until I stand between his legs, cup the sides of his face, and press my lips on his. His hands squeeze the backs of my thighs, pulling me in closer to him as I wrap my arms around his neck and do the same. There isn’t a single inch of space between us, and yet I can’t seem to get close enough to him. I open my mouth, inviting him in so there can be even less space, but it still doesn’t feel like enough. The rough hairs of his beard are at odds against the softness of my hands, and I feel a slight sting in the backs of my legs where his fingers dig into my skin—I’m focusing on anything tangible to remind myself this is as close as we can possibly get, that there isn’t anything left.

Knox pulls back gently, trailing his hand up my body. His long, fingers rest against my neck and the palm of his hand splays across the top of my chest where he must be able to feel my out-of-control pulse. I use the moment to suck down any oxygen I can get, but pause when the intensity of his stare settles on me.

“For the record, I like everything I see in you, too.”

I shudder on an inhale but fall into him with a relieved exhale and it was that. It was those simple words, I like everything I see in you, too that I needed to close any remaining space between us. It wasn’t physical, but emotional space I was holding.

I lean down, kissing him again, but softer this time. There isn’t any part of me that feels frantic or wants to hurry this time. His mouth slants over mine, claiming me, fully.

We stay like this for a few minutes, his hold around me never wavering—always solid and firm. Just like Knox.

His lips caress my own, and I feel it all the way down to my core. A mild throbbing pulses between my legs, and I drop down to my knees in front of him. My hands trail over the ridges and valleys of his stomach, down to the top of his dark jeans. The button is warm beneath my fingers, though tight from the way he’s straining against the unforgiving fabric. I take my time, carefully sliding his zipper down, and he helps me by sliding his pants down past his hips. When I reach my hand into his black briefs, I relish in the hiss that escapes him. One of his hands grips the sheets beneath him tightly while the other brushes the hair out of my face, gripping lightly at the back of my head, giving him an unobstructed view.

I pause, drinking him in. Knox is all man. His body is pure, undiluted power. There’s no other way to describe him. It’s as if he’s invincible, like nothing in the world could take him down. So when my hand wraps around his length and I set him free from his briefs, finding that pool of precum at his tip and his eyelids drop slightly, I feel unstoppable. This man is at my mercy. I dip my chin, running my tongue along the underside of his shaft. He’s warm and thick and rigid, and goes utterly still when I finally reach the end and lap up the salty liquid at his tip.

“Fuck.” His deep voice sends a wave of pleasure between my legs and I squeeze my thighs together, shifting slightly, trying to ease some of the pressure building there. My fingers don’t quite touch as I wrap them around the base of his cock and circle my tongue over his head in long lazy sweeps.

The air feels warm and thick around us, despite the cracked window letting in the cold night air. It’s similar to how my chest and core are melting, yet my skin is still able to pebble under his touch. I lower my mouth, taking in as much of him as I can until he hits the back of my throat and my free hand is digging into the top of his thigh. I look up at him, expecting his head to be dropped back, but his eyes pierce straight through me and I feel my own wetness start to drip between my thighs.

I lift and lower my mouth, sucking him greedily now, opening my throat and taking him further each time until my eyes begin to water and I gag. I wouldn’t say that I’m a prude by any means, but I would say I’ve always been kind of a selfish lover. My past sexual experiences have been about me and getting my needs met. Most men could cum in their pants with a quick game of pocket pool, so I never felt the need to go above and beyond. But with Knox, I don’t just want to please him. I want to bring him to his knees until he’s begging me, until he’s praying to whoever will listen to him, until he forgets his goddamn name. I want him to feel something he’s never felt before. And I want to be the one to give it to him.

The muscles in his jaw flex at the same time his hold on my hair tightens and he struggles to suppress a deep moan. The pressure between my legs is now unbearable but I don’t stop, my one hand still squeezing his leg so tight that I’m sure it will bruise, and the other continues to work in tandem with my mouth. I suck, feeling my cheeks hollow out one second, and the next, his hands are gripping my shoulders, and he’s pulled me off. I release him with a loud pop and then I’m standing in front of him again. My breaths are heavy when his rough hands move up my thighs, causing my nipples to grow vastly tight through my shirt.

“What’s wrong?”

“You let me fuck your mouth like that and think that something’s wrong?”

I bite my lip, hiding my accomplished smile and the way my cheeks flame. “Then why’d you stop me?”

“Because if you gagged anymore on my cock, I was going to cum immediately.”

“So?” I cross my arms at the bottom of my shirt and pull it off, revealing my bare breasts to him.

“I saw the way you were pinching those legs together.” His hand reaches up, cupping my pussy through the lace fabric, causing me to yelp. “And I would rather die than miss the opportunity to have you cum in my mouth again.”

His mouth descends on my breast, kissing, sucking, and biting while his hands lower my underwear. My fingers rake through his thick head of hair as my own head drops back, my mouth falls open to the ceiling, and soft moans tumble out. Knox lifts my knees to the bed until my naked body is now straddling him. I’ll never get over the feeling of his warm, hard body against my pebbled, soft one. Nothing has ever felt more right.

His tongue circles around my nipple before he lightly clamps his teeth over it and I vaguely feel his skin beneath my fingers as I claw at his back.

“You're dripping.”

“Huh?” I hadn’t realized I was rolling my hips over him, so lost in the pleasure he caused to circle through me.

He dips his hand between us, his fingers running along my wetness. “Look at this mess you’ve made.”

With both hands on his chest, I guide him until he’s flat on his back and his arms come up behind his head.

I lean forward, lifting slightly so that I can run the length of him through my slit but not actually putting him inside yet. I rock up and down, side to side, rolling his erection over my throbbing bundle of nerves. I’m so close, my eyelids flutter closed and I feel Knox’s hands slide up my thighs to my hips.

“That’s it, love, use my cock,” he grunts. “Open your eyes, Taylor. Look how pretty you look sliding that wet cunt over me.”

I can’t get air down fast enough when I watch myself slide over him, mixing more of his precum with my own arousal. My breath is embarrassing, it’s loud and pained but I feel nothing but deep, euphoric pleasure as his hold on my hips tightens and I lift up and down once more, sending my orgasm ripping through me. I breathe in deeply, looking at Knox but unable to focus, until a sinister smile spreads across his face.

“Oh, Nova girl.” I feel his strong hands running up and down my thighs but I still can’t bring my eyes to focus on anything other than his face. “Now we both get to taste you.”

I don’t have a second to process his words before he lifts my hips, spins me around, and pulls me down to his face. I buck and scream out the second he sucks my clit into his mouth.

“Knox!” It’s all I can manage to get out. No other words come to me as he covers my entire pussy with his mouth and drags a flat tongue over my clit. The pressure is so intense, that black spots begin to fill my vision. I blink them away to find the thick, veiny length of him standing up right before me.

I still can’t catch a breath but I grip him at the base with my hand and my jaw trembles as I open and lower my mouth to him. A combination of salty and sweet coats my tongue and I now realize what he meant. I pull back, keeping a light suction around him but unable to focus on anything else. Pleasured groans reverberate from his mouth to my clit and I squeeze my legs around him, parts of me dangerously close to his neck.

“Fuck, love.” His words caress my skin. “Squeeze me harder.”

This fucking man. I clench my legs against my control, and it only causes him to moan harder and his tongue works faster. I’m so close my chest hammers matching the thundering pulse between my legs and I fixate on Knox’s cock before me. I pull him in my mouth once more, opening my throat to fit him further than I ever have and his tongue dips inside me. My eyes squeeze shut and I lose all sense when he pulls me harder to his face, practically burying himself in me. He sucks my clit hard enough that I see stars and the muscles in my legs and ass constrict so hard they spasm and my voice is a hoarse cry around him. Not a moment later his cock is twitching and I lap him up when he spills down my throat.