Midnight Muse

Before I can come up with a witty retort, Knox is pushing in, and the words are ripped from my throat as he works himself all the way into the hilt in one swift thrust. Immediately, my legs wind around his hips, holding him to me as we share a groan of pleasure.

We’ve been torturing each other.

“Kind of a mouthful, don’t you think?” I pant when he begins moving. My fingers are buried deeply in his hair, and I use my leverage to pull his face down to mine, pressing my mouth against his in my own way of trying to distract him.

“More than a mouthful, Princess, as you well know.” Knox smirks when we part, and I pinch his side. It’s hard because he’s all muscle but I manage, not that it affects him in the slightest. Asshole. “You want it? You’re going to have to agree to my terms.”

“Did you want a blood oath, or…” Knox pulls back and I whimper, my pussy clenching around him when his cock is just about to slip all of the way out of me. I scramble, heart pounding in my chest and my eyes flying wide, and I’m clawing down his back, begging to keep his cock stuffed inside of me. “Fine! Fine.”

Knox leans down, and the way that his cock plunges a centimeter further into my aching pussy has me gasping, moaning against his mouth when he rewards me with a kiss. I want to bite the smirk right off his lips but he tastes too good, and his tongue is swirling against mine, making me forget. “Was going to ask you to be my girlfriend anyway, Princess, even if you hadn’t agreed.”

Shifting my hips helps guide him deeper inside me, but it’s not enough. I need him moving now. I need to feel his cock pistoning into me, stretching me out, shoving the air from my lungs and taking me like he’s losing control of his body.

“Well, good for you, Knox,” I whine, but he’s still not moving. Dammit, has he always been so strong-willed? Quickly sifting through ideas, I realize all too fast that my only option really is giving him what he wants. Sighing, I peer up at him, glaring when I see his lip tucked between his teeth, his face all too amused at my desperation. “I’ll take some of the most special cock I’ve ever had the pleasure of coming on,” I grit. “Though that is yet to be determined.”

My taunt does nothing to irk him into moving. Instead, Knox releases that lip, letting that wicked yet breath-taking smirk shine. His jade eyes are glittering. “You forgot pretty, Princess. It’s pretty, too, isn’t it?”

“Come on then, pretty,” I whine, on the verge of screaming.

“I don’t think so, I haven’t held up my part of the bargain yet.” His words are followed by him pressing himself the rest of the way inside of me, and I’m sure he’s enjoying the way that the tension leaves my body when he’s nestled to the hilt again. It’s better, so much better being full of him like this, but Knox is still refusing to continue and my poor clit is about three seconds from shriveling up and falling off if she isn’t granted the attention she’s owed.

I want him to start moving, need him to start moving, but Knox has gone all serious suddenly, capturing my hands in his own and pinning them to the bed when I try to snake a hand between us to relieve myself.

“Will you be my girlfriend, Quinn?”

“Yes,” I cry out, feeling so full that my heart could burst. He releases my hands as soon as I’m moving, dragging him down to me for a kiss that’s hot and desperate and a little sloppy. “Yes, I’ll be your girlfriend, Knox. Now, please move, baby, I need your cock.”

Knox’s gaze goes molten at my acceptance. He pulls his hips back and presses them forward again, finally giving me the friction we’ve both been desperately craving.

“Of course, Princess. Let’s give you what you need.”

Things slowly begin to enter a new normal.

I go to class, see my friends, and spend most nights with my boyfriend, licking, teasing, tasting each other on every available inch of skin we can find. The five of us hang out as a group and I’ve never been happier.

I’m even passing Art History, thanks to Knox’s fool-proof system of studying: a sexual favor in exchange for every correct answer I give him when he quizzes me.

For the most part, everything seems like a dream. Compared to the beginning of the year, it is. There’s still that nagging feeling of imposter syndrome inside of me that I just can’t seem to get over, though.

As I sit in the art building working on my latest project for Beatrice’s drawing class, I’m not entirely sure what to do. It’s the last project of the semester, and I’ve started and restarted the drawing three times already, all of my attempted creativity fizzling out as quickly as it comes.

Currently, I’m on the cusp of tears. It’s late and I’m frustrated. I don’t like anything I’m putting down, and there is only a week until the semester ends. Even if I didn’t turn this project in, I’d still pass the class, but that’s not the point. It’s not so much about the grade—which my parents and GPA might disagree with—but about the art, about the passion that I’m still trying to find for drawing.

It’s not from lack of trying. I’ve been struggling to force myself to tap into my inner creative and find my muse, just like Knox said. I want to create something that I’m proud of, but there’s nothing for my heart to grasp onto, no genius ideas that make me want to pour my soul onto the paper.

I’m starting to think I might have to give up art altogether.

Rory offered to tag along, but she finished her project fairly quickly after it was assigned, and things have been a little awkward with Reid since I told him about Knox and I.

Well, he found out, more like.

Naturally, the event occurred after one of our drawing classes. Knox had picked me up, looking glorious in the sun where he stood all leaned up against his parked motorcycle like a badass, sexy as hell in his leather jacket with his helmet hooked under his arm and a second one perched on the seat of his bike, waiting for me.

I can admit that I’m starting to enjoy riding his motorcycle with him. He’s even taken me to his favorite spot where he often goes to draw or think, escaping the stressors of life back on campus like his father pestering him and the apprenticeships he keeps interviewing for.

“Quinn, hold on a second,” Reid said, stopping me with a hand from descending the stairs of the building to meet Knox. Rory continued downward after I gently waved her on, but I didn’t miss the way that Knox’s eyes narrowed.

“What’s up, Reid?” I asked, although I already knew what he was wondering. It didn’t take a genius to figure out whatever Knox and I started out as is now the complete opposite. He’s no longer my infuriating neighbor, but something so much more than that.