Total pages in book: 145
Estimated words: 135792 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 679(@200wpm)___ 543(@250wpm)___ 453(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 135792 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 679(@200wpm)___ 543(@250wpm)___ 453(@300wpm)
With that, he was gone, and Liv squeezed Knox in his arms, kissing the side of his head. God, he loved that strawberry aroma on him. “What is it? Do you trust me?”
Knox nodded, staring at him in a new way Liv couldn’t decipher just yet. He ran his hand up Liv’s side. “I do. You did boast about being good at anal after all.” But his laugh sounded nervous.
He shouldn’t be. Liv meant every bit of what he’d said.
Chapter 15
Knox
By the time the door to the room Dex so generously offered closed, Knox’s head was a hornet’s nest buzzing with lust. Even when he’d walked behind Liv, admiring the breadth of his shoulders, world-shattering realizations hit him left and right.
He wasn’t appreciating another man’s gym gains. He wanted to put his hands on those thick arms and squeeze, then lick them for good measure.
Everything about Liv was so painfully touchable, yet now they were alone, he didn’t know how to break that barrier again.
But he didn’t have to be the one to make the first move.
Liv grabbed his arm, and just as Knox expected to be pulled close, Liv turned him around and shoved him at the wall. Knox hugged its cool, porous surface, but it couldn’t keep him from burning when Liv molded himself to his back, and his hard dick pressed against the crack between Knox’s buttocks.
Oh fuck.
Knox replied with a broken moan, but then warm hands that already felt so familiar snuck under his top, exploring his body with confidence none of Knox’s previous lovers had. Nails teased his stomach, leaving fiery trails, only to continue north. His nipples throbbed even before Liv drew all over them with his fingers.
Liv’s voice curled in his ear like a tender caress. “This is the night. The night I’m going to pop your sweet cherry.”
Breath caught in Knox’s throat, because as much as he knew he shouldn’t, he enjoyed every heartbeat of this. “You know I’ve fucked before, right?” he said, trying to play it cool as he pressed his scorching forehead against the wall. He could hardly believe what Liv’s fingers were doing to him.
What if he came too fast? Or just from touching? That would have been the most embarrassing moment of his fucking life.
Liv hummed, and his skillful fingers rolled down, making sure to trace every rib before settling on Knox’s hips as if they’d always belonged there. In control. Taking the reins of whatever was to happen next.
And Knox was glad for it, because he sure as fuck didn’t know how to proceed.
“Maybe. But not like this. Not with a man. And not with me,” Liv whispered so quietly Knox needed to focus to hear him over the noise coming from the hangar next door.
God. If Liv pushed his pants down and tried slamming into him right here, in near-complete darkness, standing against the wall, Knox would have done nothing to stop him.
He’d never felt like this in sex. He was always the one expected to know what he was doing, the one in charge. It felt so good to let go and be open to whatever came next.
“What if you don’t like it?” Knox whispered, giving voice to one of his nagging, insecure thoughts as he stood still, with hands against the wall as if he was about to get frisked by a cop.
The room smelled of stale air, but the scent Liv carried on him—fresh yet tinged with the familiar aroma of motor oil—both excited and calmed Knox. It made leaning into this so much easier. He trusted this man, and if Liv promised to keep him safe, Knox was ready to take a leap into the unknown.
“You, moaning my name, legs spread as I push my dick in your tight ass? I’m pretty sure I’m gonna fucking like it.” Liv gave Knox’s neck a teasing bite.
“Oh,” was all Knox managed to say, because his cock throbbed in response. He was getting lightheaded just from listening to Liv’s dirty words. This was already the hottest experience of his life, and they hadn’t even undressed.
“Just ‘oh’?” Liv insisted and gave Knox’s nape a long lick before pulling him away, toward a blanket-covered bed that dipped under his hand with a squeak of old springs.
“You’re… intense. I’ve never seen you like this,” Knox muttered as Liv pushed him down on the mattress. He wouldn’t dream of fighting back. This was where he wanted to be. No wonder countless women had fallen over themselves to get their hands on Liv.
His eyes adjusted to the dim light, but Liv was still barely a shape with the dirty window behind him. A very attractive shape, with shoulders much wider than his hips and the swagger of a rockstar. Liv was the epitome of cool, of never giving a fuck. In comparison, Knox was such a pathetic bundle of nerves.