I startle when big hands glide over my waist. Knox’s lips graze my neck, my back against his bare chest and his hard cock pressed to my ass.
“Our parents…” I trail off into a moan when his hand slips between my legs, and his fingers find my clit. “We shouldn’t—”
“I told you,” he purrs against my wet skin, “I want to fuck you against the shower wall.”
My head falls forward, my palms flattening to the cool tile. Knox runs his other hand around and up my stomach to my breast. He teases my nipple between his thumb and fingers, and I push back into him, grinding my ass on his cock while his hand delves deeper between my legs.
“Fuck, you’re wet, baby.” Knox’s fingers slide through my slick lips and push deep inside me, so I moan and slump back into his chest. “So fucking tight. So fucking mine.”
And I am. He said it last night, I’ve always been his. A part of me always knew it would be him—feared it, wanted it, needed it.
The head of his cock pushes between the globes of my ass, and I shiver. His fingers leave me, and then Knox kisses down my back, following the line of my spine. I whimper when he nips at my ass cheek before pressing them apart and dragging his tongue over my dripping wet pussy. I moan so loud, he chuckles.
“Yeah, that’s not going to get us caught.”
Knox stands up, and I whimper in protest.
“I’ll be quiet.” I realize how crazy I sound, promising not to make a sound while he fucks me in his shower with our parents downstairs.
“No, baby.” Knox tugs me into him, my wet back against his slick, muscular chest, and he presses one of the buttons on the shower panel. Music fills the bathroom, and his teeth graze over the shell of my ear, his breath hot. “I’m going to fuck you so hard, you’re going to come on my cock, screaming.”
I almost come just from the growled promise, and Knox drops to his knees behind me again. He presses my ass cheeks apart, and his mouth covers my hot center at the same time he hooks two fingers deep inside me. I cry out, the sound covered by the song while Knox works me over with his wicked tongue. He slides up to my clit and sucks until I fucking melt, bending over for more. He groans against my pussy, pumping his fingers faster. Then his other hand moves inward, and I gasp, feeling his thumb swipe over the tight ring of my asshole. But I want it.
My body pushes back into him, his mouth, his thumb, and his fingers as they stroke just right. The orgasm hits me like a hurricane. And suddenly, I’m coming hard, my toes curling.
“Oh God, Knox. Yes.”
He flicks his tongue over my clit, growling while I shatter for him. I feel the pleasure everywhere at once, every nerve on fire. Knox doesn’t stop until I’m panting and whimpering, my legs shaking so I can barely stand.
When he rises up, he spins me and smashes his lips to mine. I moan into his mouth, loving the taste of myself off of his tongue as it dances with mine.
We’re all hands and mouths, desperate for all the skin we can get. My hand drops to his massive cock, hard as steel and throbbing against my belly, and I wrap my fingers as far around his shaft as they go. I slide my fist over the velvety skin, and he groans like I’ve never touched him before. He grips my ass, thrusting against my hand until he breaks his mouth away from mine and flips me around. His knee nudges my legs apart, and I feel his swollen cock head press to my opening.
“You want me to fuck you right here, baby? Sink my fat cock into this greedy cunt until it’s coming for me again?”
“Yes,” I breathe out the word, my heart hammering so hard it drowns out the bass thumping through the speakers. “Fuck me, Knox. Please, fuck me.”
He groans and pushes inch after delicious inch of his huge cock into my little pussy until we both moan as he completely fills me. I push back into him. The pressure of him stretching and spreading me so wide over his thick cock is addictive.
And then he starts to move. He palms my breast while his other hand pulls at my thigh, giving him more access as he drives into me. I flatten my hands on the wall, taking everything and wanting more.
“God, you feel good, baby. I’m never letting you go.” Knox winds my hair around his fist. “I’ve waited way too fucking long to feel this perfect pink pussy squeeze my cock.”
He drags in and out of me, rolling his fingers over my clit, and I lose myself in him. His mouth glides over my neck, sucking and licking at the wet skin and fucking me hard under the spray of water.
I whimper, and I’m ready to fall again, for him to send me over the edge.
“Fuck, Leighton. I want to see you when you come. I want you moaning into my mouth and coming on my cock while I come inside you.”
He pulls out, and I spin, so he can push me up the wall. My legs tie around his grooved hips, my arms wrapping his neck. When he thrusts into me again, he crashes his lips into mine. Everything else fades away, the sound of the shower, the music. We’re all that exists, and we drown in each other. My body melds to his as he nudges me closer to the edge. I detonate, crying out in an explosion of pleasure. He growls, and I hold on to him, my climax splintering through my cells with every one of his savage thrusts.
“So. Fucking. Good.” His cock pulses and grows harder before he follows me over, burying so deep in me, I moan, feeling hot spurts of cum fill me.
Our hearts hammer against each other’s through our chests, both of us breathless on our way back to earth. Then Knox kisses me slowly, deep and passionate. I tighten my grip on him, fervently kissing him back. And I never want to stop. I never want to leave the shower. I never want to leave this moment.
Not if it means leaving his arms.
Chapter Eleven
Knox
After I finish soaping every perfect inch of Leighton, she leaves with Sidney. They spend the entire day shopping and then hang out the rest of the night, playing games and watching a movie. Leighton and I trade glances and filthy texts, which makes waiting to have her to myself again rough. But if I have to share her, Sidney’s the one I’ll do it with. She’s the opposite of my mom, who hasn’t apologized for anything in my entire life.
With Dad and Sidney’s current room across from the den, I hear them going to bed. The second their door latches, I’m in the hallway. I creep past Kennedy’s room since she still has her light on, and quietly turn the knob to my bedroom door. My cock is in Leighton before I even get her out of her clothes, and with how loud she moans into my palm, I don’t think she minds.
I set an alarm to make sure I get to the den rather than chance climbing out the window and taking another early morning swim in my underwear. It kills me, though, waking up tangled and with her hair in my face, only to kiss her on the forehead and sneak out. And with construction workers and housekeepers running around, I couldn’t even sneak back in when she bounces up the steps for a shower.
But while I might not be the one stealthily tiptoeing the hallways, the door to the den does creep open shortly after breakfast. I haven’t shown up to the resort before noon a single day of my life, so I’m in my boxers, face in a pillow on the pull-out when warm hands slink up my back. I grin and turn my head to the side.