“Amelia…” The word is practically a growl, and it’s suddenly my mission to fuck the thought of any other man out of her.
“Don’t Amelia me! Do you know how hard it’s been not to roll over on the couch and mount you every night this week? You’ve been toying with me, I swear. Every time you graze my bare skin, chills course throughout my whole body. My lady parts get all tingly, my heart beats like its Pete Charles closin’ out ‘Black Betty,’ and just the thought of you doing something—anything—gets me so damn excited. Except you’ve done practically nothing. I can’t even touch my damn self because it’s not the same as it being you! So please, do something about it or else I’m going to combust!”
I’m trying not to grin from her tirade, but it’s nearly impossible. She’s agitated and it’s fucking cute. So I tell her.
“Fuck, you’re cute.”
“Oh my god, you make me want to tear my hair out!”
“Still fucking cute.”
“Arg!”
I’m tired of talking. Amelia’s been a good, patient girl, and it’s time she got her reward.
I’m up the steps, two at a time, in record speed. Amelia lets out a shriek when I bend down, scoop her up, and carry her back to her house. She pushes the door open wider from in my arms, and I kick it closed behind us. I don’t put her down until we’re in her bedroom. My hand comes down to brush a lock of hair off her cheek. Then I take it in my palm. Her breath is ragged even though I’m the one who raced through her house like a madman.
“You still wanna mount me, babe?”
Emerald eyes widen. A smooth, pink tongue wets gorgeous, plump lips.
“Yeah, you do. Don’t worry. You’ll have your turn soon enough.”
Amelia’s tongue darts out to moisten her lips. Fuck me, I don’t know how I lasted a week. I don’t know how I’m surviving now. Every internal instinct beckons me to strip her down, throw her onto the bed, and sink into her, taking her, making her mine. My fingers trace her jawline, my lips aching to do the same. Amelia trembles underneath my touch.
God, am I really going to do this?
For her? Yeah. She’s more than fucking earned it.
I take a step back from her, her eyes widening when I wrench my T-shirt off over my head. “I’m usually a selfish man. I take what I want when I want.”
“Then take, Knox. Take it. Take me.” Her whispered, eager words aren’t making this easy.
“As much as I want to, you’ve been a good girl, Amelia. It’s time you got your way.”
Bewitching eyes flutter with confusion. I take another step back, this time bringing my fingers to the button of my shorts. She watches with rapt attention as I unleash my cock, ready to relinquish all control.
I fall back onto her bed in all my naked glory, my achingly stiff cock jutting straight up into the air, ready for mounting. And then I wait. Because now? It’s Amelia’s turn to make her move.
“By all means, gorgeous, mount away.”
MOUNT AWAY.
I’m not sure if two sexier, more enticing words have ever been uttered. At least not to me. It’s impossible to take my eyes off the naked man sprawled in my bed.
Impossible.
Considering I’ve had nearly a week’s worth of ogling him on the beach, I shouldn’t be surprised at just how masculine he is. But with him here, now, utterly bare for my eyes only, I’m breathless. Speechless. And really freaking turned on.
But here’s the thing.
Knox made me wait days for this. Days. Now, that might not seem like much, but when a girl hasn’t gotten her socks rocked in nearly half a year and she’s been making out with God’s greatest gift to women for days on end, she gets a little—okay, a lot—frustrated. Horny. And every night when Knox left me, I had to take care of myself. As an independent woman whose last relationship was with a selfish ass, I’ve come to quite enjoy my own fingers. However, that doesn’t mean it hasn’t been delicious torture from the man.
I crave him in ways I didn’t know were possible. And even though my lady parts sizzle in wait, I’m gonna repay the favor with a little bit of torture myself.
I walk over to my dresser, where my boombox sits. Clicking it on, I grin over at Knox when “Riding High” by Faze-O comes over the speakers. Feels a bit cosmic.
“Babe, get over here.”
I want to. I soooo do. But I’ll get there in my own damn time. Just like he did.
Instead of complying, I sway my hips along to the funky music, my shoulders shaking back and forth, my head bopping. Knox’s eyes narrow as I saunter towards the bed, slowly removing my T-shirt to reveal what he probable already knows—no bra. My bare breasts bounce along with my sway, all while I shimmy out of my shorts. When I start to unleash my hair from my ponytail, Knox knifes up from the bed, holding his arm out.
“Leave it,” he says gruffly, and I pause, an eyebrow raised. I’m not ready to follow orders. “Babe, need something to fist when you’re ridin’ high.”
How can I say no to that? I drop my hands from my hair, and Knox falls back down onto the bed.
“You gonna get over here now?” he asks.
“I thought you said it was my turn?”
His jaw ticks. “That’s when I thought you were ready to fall on my dick.”
Well, hell, he sure is honest. “I was.” I place one knee on the mattress, then the other. “Now, however, I’m feelin’ you need a taste of your own medicine.”
His jutting cock twitches when I lean down, take the head of him into my mouth, and then release it. He groans at the loss.
I grin up at him. “Or perhaps I’m the one who needed a taste.”
I take my eyes from him, back down to his erection, licking my lips at the most delicious, inviting treat. Why haven’t we done this yet?
Knox breaks through my thoughts with another low, guttural growl. “God dammit, Amelia. Suck me. Fuck me. Just fucking do something,” he demands through gritted teeth.
Such a command would usually turn me off, but with it coming from Knox, I’m more than willing than to fulfill his every desire, to drive him wild with my mouth the way he’s been doing to me all week long. I have the sudden urge to lick him, suck him until he surrenders complete control over to me. Something about the way he’s lying back, letting me do this, is so empowering. And the biggest turn-on.
As much as I want to engulf his cock and give him ultimate pleasure by deep-throating him, I straddle his legs. His eyes darken with the realization that I’m not giving in to his command. I can see the protest brewing and it only entices me to continue my exploration.
My fingertips trail across the vast expanse of his chest, my breasts swaying in tandem so my hard nipples graze his skin. With one hand, I palm his cheek, touching my lips to his mouth, invading it with my tongue, giving him a delightful preview of what I’m about to do to his erection.
Knox brings a hand to my hair, but he doesn’t fist it like he promised. He gently strokes the back of my head, not deepening our kiss, allowing me to maintain control. I love it. And I’m ready to get this show on the road.
My fingers trace his bare chest until I’m cupping him between us, relishing the way his cock stiffens at my touch.