Midnight Muse

Fuck. He fills me so perfectly, all the way to the brim. His cock is nestled so deeply into me that the breath is forced from my lungs. My fingers dig into his broad shoulders as I take the time to adjust to his size before giving a soft rock. Knox makes a choked noise at the motion.

When I’m able to pry my eyes back open and look down at him, he’s already staring. His jade gaze is heavy and hot on my own and all of my unspoken questions are answered there, right at the surface.

I’m greedy with it, rolling my hips, grinding my clit against his pubic bone. Knox’s words only encourage me further, and soon enough I’m emitting the filthiest noises as I ride him like I’ve never ridden anything in my life.

“That’s it, Princess. Take it,” Knox says, his hands sliding up my body to play with my breasts. He squeezes one, rolling my pebbled nipple between his thumb and forefinger, and surges forward to suck it into his mouth. He teethes over it and my head rolls back on my shoulders, fingers finding his hair and burying themselves into its silky softness.

I’m clinging to him like an animal, desperate and needy for an orgasm. I want his come, want him fucking it into me so hard that it leaks out around his girth because there’s not enough room.

But the condom will prevent that.

Knox’s large hands wrap around my waist, his palms dragging deliciously against my skin. He grips me hard, pulling me down onto his cock with more force and a moan bursts from my mouth when he shifts his hips, hitting an entirely new spot.

I arch into his chest, begging for more.

“Again!”

Knox listens, fucking right into the same spot that has me crying out like a banshee.

I writhe on top of him as much as I can with his iron grip around me, chasing the burning feeling that’s quickly heightening.

The room is filled with noise: music from next door, my screaming, Knox’s soft grunts as he plants his feet into the mattress and pistons his hips into mine, the hard slapping of our bodies clashing. My bed creaks at how hard we’re going at it, but neither of us care about that or the fact that anyone can probably hear us if they listened hard enough.

It’s a symphony of euphoria, and I’m loving every second of it.

I come with a cry that Knox desperately tries to swallow, forcing my chin down and pressing his lips against mine. It’s dirty and hot, a clacking of teeth that would normally make me laugh but I’m too blissed out to care right now, gripping him tighter with both my hands and my pussy, urging him to come.

“Your body was made for me, Princess,” Knox moans, hips stuttering as he releases. He follows that feeling with a few more sharp thrusts, before he’s tugging me down to the bed.

I go slack against him, utterly blissed out from the amazing orgasm we shared. Our chests heave against one another and I revel in the feeling of Knox’s hands stroking long lines down my sides and back up again, following the motion until either of us are able to string together coherent words again.

Slowly, Knox’s body begins to relax under mine. He hasn’t pulled out yet and there’s this primal part of me that doesn’t want him to. I’m enjoying the feeling of his cock inside of me, resting there all warm and perfect. If he weren’t wearing a condom, he’d be trapping his come in me and I shiver at the thought alone.

Knox’s grip around me tightens even though we’re already body to body. His lips find mine, rewarding me with a sensual kiss.

“So good for me,” he whispers. He shifts, his cock grazing my insides, and I whimper because I’m not all too sure I can go for another round so quickly, no matter how badly I might want to.

Knox shushes me softly, brushing the hair from my face so he can stroke soothing patterns against my cheek.

“That was incredible. A-plus,” I sigh, shutting my eyes, more than content to lie here like this for the rest of the night.

But it seems like Knox hasn’t forgotten what I’d been forcing myself to do before he arrived, because he says, “It was. Now, let’s clean up and get you that A-plus for real.”

CHAPTER 27

QUINN

“So…” Rory trails off and my gaze finds hers in the mirror where I’m brushing on blush. My first date with Knox is tonight and I haven’t been able to focus on anything all day. My stomach is a bundle of nerves. “You and Knox?”

“Yeah,” I respond softly, trying to fight the smile that’s tugging on my lips at the mere mention of his name, but I fail. Rory has known about Knox and I since a few days after Thanksgiving break when she came back to the apartment with Ace in tow, trying to get me to join them for breakfast. When Knox strolled out of my room shirtless, her jaw almost hit the floor in surprise. Rory was sputtering like a child while Ace helped her get her bearings, oceanic eyes glittering as he grinned at his roommate. “Knox and I.”

Her eyebrows are furrowed, and I don’t like that look. Swiveling in my chair to face her, I question: “Is that such a crazy concept? I feel like this sort of thing happens all the time.”

“In movies,” Slate pipes up, dreamily. He’s sitting on my bed next to Rory, having invited himself over an hour ago to hang out while I got ready for my date.

I eye him. “What are you doing here again, Slate? Shouldn’t you be hyping Knox up or something?”

“Nah, he has Ace for that.” He winks at Rory, who only raises her eyebrows in response. “I’m here because I’m seeing you off tonight.”