Midnight Muse

I trace the line of his jaw and Knox allows me to drink my fill of him. My heart is beating just as fast as his, and with the way that he’s looking down at me, all hot desire and burning need, I think I’ve found my inspiration for my next drawing.

Moving downwards, I follow the planes of his collarbones, fingering the whirling ink there, dark swirls like shadows. They expand up across his broad shoulders and Knox shivers when I lean in and flick my tongue against them.

His breath hitches as I take my time inspecting each and every single one of his tattoos like I haven’t done this almost every time we’ve had sex. They’re beautiful, intricate masterpieces, all of them. His dick strains against his pants, but I know he won’t move until I’m done with this, allowing me to take my time with him.

Marked beneath the curling swirls are two cupids, bows fully loaded and ready to launch their arrows. On his arm, the tattoo of the female warrior I noticed at dinner, and her counterpart on his other bicep, stare at me.

“Who are they?” I ask softly, and his answer is just as quiet, not wanting to shatter the trance we both seem to find ourselves in.

“Nemesis. The Goddess of vengeance,” Knox explains, and my chest stings with grief. He’s smiling softly at me though, and tenderly tucking a piece of hair behind my ear. He nods his head towards his other arm, the other warrior inked there. “That’s Eleos, Goddess of forgiveness.”

I can’t help the urge to surge forward and kiss him. His tattoos serve as reminders of a life he once lived, one filled with rage and hurt, the actions his father and step-brother took against him. The vengeance he must have wanted and the forgiveness he sought after his accident.

Knox lifts me into his arms and my legs wind around his waist without having to think about it. He’s kissing me just as passionately as I’m kissing him as he walks us towards my bed.

He places me down and follows me up onto it but I’m not done with my exploration yet. With a little coaxing, I find myself straddling him, pulling away from a dizzying kiss that leaves my mouth a mess of tingles and tasting like him.

There’s an image of a winged man falling from the sky on the side of his ribcage. Each and every tattoo is more captivating than the last, and as I hover around the waistband of his pants, I take the moment to lean forward and lick a long stripe over the muscle lining his hips.

“Fuck,” Knox curses, hips jolting at the movement. His hands smooth my hair from my face where it’s falling with the angle I’m at. He wraps it around his fist and I almost whimper at the thought of him guiding my head while my mouth is full of his cock. “Princess,” Knox warns, but the sound is choked. “I thought you were studying.”

“I am,” I answer breathlessly, unbuttoning his pants. Knox isn’t doing a lot to help me focus on that work, and I won’t be able to pay it any attention until I’ve tasted him, felt him like the piece of artwork he is. “I’m cashing in on my reward early.”

He hums, helping me rid him of his pants and boxers. His cock sticks out, thick and heavy. It’s pink and leaking at the tip, ready for me to wrap my lips around.

I caress the inside of his thighs, right over where his scars are. Narrow patches of his skin have been grafted to reconstruct his hands after his accident. They’re another beautiful addition to his skin, and I kiss over those too.

“You don’t have to—” Knox’s words dispel into a rough bark when I take him into my hand and lick his slit. The taste of him explodes on my tongue, just as heady and delightful as the rest of him. I know that I don’t have to, but with a tug of my hand up his shaft while I suck the head of his cock into my mouth, his fingers tighten in my hair. I want this. I really really want this.

I swirl my tongue teasingly around his cock, jerking and twisting my hand down the length of him. On reflex, he tries to shove me further and I allow it, moaning lewdly around him when he hits the back of my throat.

I take him as far as I can, reveling in the noises he makes in response to my movements. When I suction my cheeks, I lave my tongue wet and wildly across his silky length, using my grip on his base to stroke him when I need to pull back for air.

I keep the crown of his cock in my mouth, panting around his girth as I stare up at Knox with wide eyes.

“Princess,” he hisses when I twist my hand again. “Fuck, baby, need you to stop or I’m going to come.”

God, do I want that. Before I can eagerly continue my ministrations, Knox is easing me away from his cock, tearing at my clothing. I’m distracted by the way that his hands desperately slide under the fabric of my shirt, and I’m trying to relieve myself of my clothing so that I can feel more of his touch across my skin.

“Come here, gorgeous,” Knox pants, pressing my naked body flush against his. I slant my mouth over his as I grind against him, my clit aching with need.

“Condom,” I breathe between kisses. His hands smooth from my ass up my back and down again, guiding my hips to drag my weeping pussy against him.

“Pocket,” he answers against my lips. I strain to reach over the side of the bed and am able to retrieve the condom with ease. I don’t even take the time to scoff at him for stuffing three in there before coming over, clearly knowing exactly how this night was going to end.

I tear the corner of the foil off and pull the condom out, rolling it down his cock. Knox’s green eyes are hot on my body as he pulls me in for another kiss, his hands caressing my jaw to keep me in place. I’m addicted to his lips, to the feeling of his body pressed up against mine.

His fingers trace me like I’m the finest, most expensive piece of art he’s ever had the pleasure of touching. Like I’m going to crumble under the pressure of his hands.

Maybe when my orgasm hits me, I’ll crumble, but for all of the right reasons.

The words roll effortlessly off of that devilish tongue of his, good for more than just taunting. “Sit on my cock, Quinn,” Knox says, keeping me steady when I swing my leg over his hips, positioning myself right over him. I can feel the heat from where I’m hovering and my pussy drips in anticipation. “Come get your reward.”

He doesn’t have to tell me twice. Guiding the head of his cock against my center, I tease, brushing him through my wetness. The slick sound it makes has the both of us groaning, Knox’s fingers tightening on my hips.

“No time to tease, Princess. You still have to get back to studying.”

“You didn’t seem all that concerned about my studying when you were texting me all night,” I counter, and before Knox can come back with a witty retort, I sink down on his cock.