by Banks, R. R.
Eventually, it starts to subside and I’m able to unlock my thighs. Knox sits up, a smile on his face, that mischievous twinkle in his eye, and my juices glistening on his chin, reflected by the firelight.
“That was – amazing,” I manage to croak.
“We’re not done yet,” he announces.
“I hope not.”
He smiles as he stands. Assuming he wants me to suck his cock, I lean forward, but he pulls me to my feet and shakes his head.
“Tonight is all about you,” he says softly. “Let me please you.”
He picks me up as if I’m light as a feather and swipes the condom off the coffee table where he’d dropped it earlier. I wrap my legs around his waist and kiss him as he carries me toward the stairs.
He’s so focused on me that the yowl and screech that suddenly splits the air startles us. I turn my head in time to see poor Ags streaking away. She jumps up on the couch and looks at us with a look that’s as disgusted as it is reproachful.
The damage is done, though. As he maneuvered to avoid stepping on anything but her tail, Knox lost his footing. My eyes open wide as I feel us start to fall, but he braces himself on his arm, holding me tight to his body with the other. Instead of slamming into the stairs, he’s able to gently set me down against them.
“Sorry,” he chuckles then turns to face my cat. “And sorry, Ags.”
Agatha starts to groom herself, completely above it all. Knox turns back to me, the hunger for me on his face as plain as day. He pushes me back against the stairs and kisses me. Reaching out, I take the condom out of his hand and tear open the package.
“Shouldn’t we go upstairs?” he asks.
“I don’t care where you fuck me,” I gasp, cringing at the need I hear in my voice. “I just need you to fuck me. Right now.”
I watch him push his pants down before slipping the condom over the head of his shaft and quickly unroll it. That done, I clasp my hands behind his neck and tighten my legs around his waist. Not needing a written invitation, Knox smiles, kisses me, and then plunges this hard cock into me.
I throw my head back and moan loudly as he fills me up. He’s so thick and hard, it feels like he’s splitting me open. But the initial pinch of pain is quickly followed by a rush of pleasure; the likes of which I’ve never known before.
I dig my fingernails into his massive shoulders and bite my bottom lip hard as he starts to thrust himself into me. Knox kisses me, his tongue darting into my mouth. His strong, firm hands roam all over me as he fucks me, caressing every inch of me. My cry is muffled as I’m filled with an overwhelming pleasure that sends tendrils of fire snaking along my every nerve ending.
“You feel so fucking good,” he groans, plunging even deeper into me.
The feel of his body pressed to mine, and having him deep inside of me, fills me with a fire unlike anything I’ve ever felt, and I cry out. Knox sucks in a quick breath as I dig my nails even harder into his skin, but he quickly smiles.
I lift myself up, thrusting my hips to meet his thrusts, taking him even deeper into me – and also to get the wooden stair out of my back. Perhaps I should have thought this out a bit better. But as I feel his cock plunge deep into me, hitting that spot that sends a lightning bolt of sensation racing through me, every thought and discomfort is flushed from my mind. I can do nothing but feel electric, overwhelming pleasure.
I feel as if a bomb has gone off inside of me. It set off a blast of pleasure so intense, all I can do is throw my head back and call out Knox’s name. I grip his shoulders tighter, hold my hips up to keep him as deep as he is, and feel my body shaking even more violently than before.
The orgasm that tears through me is blinding and so intensely pleasurable, it almost hurts. He has brought me to the line that delineates pleasure and pain and has me straddling both.
“Are you okay?” I hear him ask gently.
I can’t think, let alone form words. All I can do is feel, so I just nod my head, hoping the smile I feel on my face and the eyes rolled into the back of my head tell the story for me. I hear him laugh, the deep rumbling bass of his voice another sensation that rolls through my body.
Slowly, the intensity starts to lessen, and my orgasm loosens its hold on me. I’m able to breathe again. And when I can see, I find myself looking square into Knox’s eyes. His gaze is every bit as intense as my orgasm was, and it sends another shiver through me.
“My God,” is all I can mutter.
He grins at me and starts to rise. I flip over onto my stomach and get to my knees on the stairs. I look over my shoulder at him and run the tip of my tongue along my suddenly dry lips.
“Your turn.”
Knox gives me a smile. He grips my hips, his fingers pressing hard into my flesh. I gasp as he enters me from behind, sliding himself into my still-spasming pussy inch by glorious inch. I press myself back against him, taking him as deep as he can go. Using my inner muscles, I squeeze his shaft and when he moans, I look back and give him a flirty smile.
“Fuck me, Knox,” I whisper. “Come for me.”
The longing and desire I see in his face fuels the passion in me, and I start to rock backwards as he pumps his hips. I feel Knox gripping my hair, and as he starts to pick up the pace, slamming his hard rod deep into me, he pulls my head back nice and gently. Just enough for me to feel everything exploding at once. A shudder runs through me as I revel in the cornucopia of sensations he’s arousing within me.
Knox’s breath is growing ragged, and I feel his body start to tighten up. I know he’s close. I am desperate to make him feel as good as he made me feel.
“Yes, baby,” I groan. “Fuck me harder. Fuck me, Knox.”
His pace is hard and fast. As I talk dirty to him, I feel him pressing his fingers even harder into my hip. Now I know he likes being talked dirty to, which turns me on.
“Come for me, Knox. Come inside of me, baby. Fill me up.”
He groans loudly, pulling on my hair even harder as he pounds me from behind. My body is aflame with sensation and I cry out, calling his name over and over again. I have never had somebody make me feel the way Knox is making me feel – and it’s not just on the physical level either. That fact should trouble me, but I feel so fucking good right now, I’m having trouble holding onto any train of thought for very long.
“I’m going to come,” Knox grunts.
“Yes, baby. Come. Come for me.”
Knox’s body tightens. His fingers are pressed so hard into my hip I feel like they might go right through my skin. He throws his head back and lets out a cry that’s more animal than human, then begins to tremble. I feel him pulsing and throbbing inside of me, and then the burst as he comes. It triggers another orgasm inside of me and I find myself trembling along with him.
Thankfully, this one is smaller. Because tonight Knox has proven to me, beyond the shadow of a doubt, there is such a thing as too much of a good thing.
Together, we ride out the waves of pleasure, enveloped in a warm bubble of ecstasy. Slowly, I feel him start to soften, and when he slips out of me, Knox turns me around and picks me up. We finish our trek up the stairs and when we lay down, I rest my head upon his broad, thick chest. I listen to his heartbeat and trace circles upon his flat stomach with my fingertip.
Neither of us speak for a while, both of us reveling in the beauty of the afterglow. But when that glow starts to dim, I have to wonder if he’s having a thought similar to the one churning in my mind…
What in the hell did we just do?
Felicity
The sunlight slanting in through the windows wakes me up. I sit up and stretch, feeling an ache in places where I haven’t ached in a very long time. As memories of last night drift through my mind, I can’t stop the smile from stretching across my face. Knox made me feel things I haven’t felt in a very long time. He also made me feel other things I’ve never felt before.
I look over to his side of the bed and frown when I find it empty. Slipping out of bed, I rea
lize that I’m naked and my things are still downstairs.
“Knox?” I call. “You down there?”
I wait for a moment and don’t get a reply. Great. Hoping I’m actually alone, I move downstairs as quietly as possible. Ags is curled up on the couch and looks up at me lazily as I step down into the living room. Snatching up my yoga pants and shirt, I quickly throw them on and then slip into my shoes. I grab my bra and panties, and stuff them into one of my bags.
Pulling open the front door, I step outside and breathe in the cool morning air. With the scent of pine and earth heavy in the air, everything smells fresh and clean. All around me, the world is filled with the sound of birds calling and animals moving through the undergrowth in the woods. Everything is peaceful and serene – I can see why Knox loves it out here.
I hear the sound of music on the morning air and follow it around to the back of the house. There’s what looks like a barn back there, the exterior of the place distressed and weathered. But I have a feeling the interior of the barn is going to look very different.
I circle around to the back of the barn and find the two big doors standing wide open, the sound of Metallica blaring from his thoroughly modern gym and echoing across the lake. I peek around the corner, my breath catching in my throat as I see Knox working out in nothing but a pair of shorts. I stand there watching for a minute as he goes through a set of dips. The sight of his corded muscles flexing, a sheen of sweat coating his body, makes me chew on my bottom lip.
He drops down and grabs a towel hanging on the back of his dips rack, wiping his sweating brow. His eyes fall on me, and a wide smile spreads across his face. He walks over and turns off his stereo, the sudden silence almost startling.
“Hey,” he calls. “Didn’t know being a Peeping Tom was your thing.”
“There’s a lot you don’t know about me.”
“Touché.”
He walks over to me and leans against the door frame, folding his arms over his chest. I didn’t get a good look at him without his shirt last night. Seeing his body like this is almost a religious experience. I feel the warmth spreading through my body and the flames of desire flaring up within me.
“Hey, my eyes are up here,” he snaps his fingers.
I laugh and manage to tear my eyes away from his body, meeting his gaze instead.
“Pervert,” he quips.
I grin and slap him in the chest playfully. Knox pulls me to him and kisses me. The scary thing is, it feels so natural. It shouldn’t feel so damn normal. Not this quickly. Probably not at all. But after last night, it feels like something shifted between us. Like some sort of a block we each had within us was cleared out.
I silently kick myself. I’m a damn writer, and I can’t even come up with the right words – or any words, really – to properly describe what we shared last night or what it meant. At least to me. Knox steps back, but he looks at me with what looks like pure adoration in his eyes. It melts my heart.
“So, I talked to Detective Reid this morning –”
“Already?” I interrupt. “It’s barely eight.”
He shrugs. “He’s like me – an early riser.”
“You are both masochists. I started writing precisely because I don’t like being out of bed before eight,” I tease. “At the earliest.”
“Yeah, I’m not buying that,” he fires back with a grin. “You strike me as the type-A sort who has a set schedule every day.”
I laugh and smack him again, because as much as I hate to admit it, he has me pegged. I’m the type of person who has to have a routine. And my routine is to be up no later than six, go for a run, then shower, pour my coffee, and get to work. Sleeping in until eight is a luxury I don’t afford myself often, but after last night, I feel like I deserved it. But most days, deviating from my routine leads to me being distracted easier, which quickly devolves into a rabbit hole of internet articles, Facebook quizzes, and wild Twitter sprees.
“Writers aren’t the only ones who can profile people, you know,” he informs me.
“Clearly,” I reply. “Anyway, what did Detective Reid say? Oh wait, let me guess – they can’t do anything?”
He purses his lips. “Bingo. He told me they leaned on him as hard as they could, but he wasn’t giving anything up,” he reports. “There wasn’t much else they could do. Nothing to hold him on, unfortunately.”
“That sucks,” I comment.
“Yeah. But he’ll slip up,” he encourages me. “Don’t worry. I’m not going to let anything happen to you.”
The way he says it makes me believe he means it. But I’m realistic enough to know he can’t be with me all day, every day. Eventually he’s not going to be at my side, and even though he swears the guys he works with can take care of me, I don’t know them. And I can’t trust people I don’t know. With Knox, I feel at ease. I feel like I can relax. I know I’m not going to feel the same way with other people watching me.
“Now, I need a shower,” he smiles.
“You can say that again,” I shoot back.
He slaps my ass playfully and laughs, taking my hand and leading me back toward the house. We get a few steps from the barn before he turns back to me.
“Unless you want to get a workout in first?” he asks. “I can hang out until you’re done.”
“Ugh, you’re not one of those guys, are you?”
“What kind of guy?”
“One of those who tries to guilt women into working out?”
He laughs like it’s the funniest thing he’s ever heard. “Yeah, that’s not me,” he replies. “Just trying to be polite.”
I arch an eyebrow at him. “Wow. What’s the occasion?”
“Are you always this much of a smartass?”
“Hey, when in Rome…”
“She’s on fire this morning,” he says, pulling me toward the house with him.
We go back into the cabin and he locks the door behind him. Knox walks down into the living room, grabs a remote from the table, and pushes a button. A panel above the mantle rises, revealing a massive television mounted to the wall.
“Jesus,” I remark. “Bodyguarding apparently pays very well.”
He chuckles. “Like I said, I get by,” he says as he turns on the TV and hands me the remote. “I’m going to shower now so I don’t offend your delicate sense of smell. There’s soap and everything in there that you can use. I even have extra toothbrushes.”
“Let me guess, you clean the toilet with them?”
“Clean the toilet? Who does that?” he scoffs. “Help yourself to anything in the kitchen.”
His booming laughter echoes down the hall as he goes, leaving me standing there watching him, doing my best to keep my hormones under control. Which isn’t easy. I shake my head to wrench the thoughts from it, trying anything I can to clear my head and resist the temptation to rush into that shower and take him, I set the remote control down on the table and pull my laptop out of my bag.
I pull a bottle of water out of the refrigerator and carry everything down into the living room. I take a drink and set the bottle back down on the table, then cross my legs under me and open my laptop. The TV is on one of those sports channels I don’t know the name of, and I look around for the remote. I sigh when I realize it’s on the table, just out of reach. I don’t feel like going back for it, so I just let it play as my computer boots up.
I go through some of my emails and return some of the more important ones. I’m tempted to look at the news sites – Maura had mentioned the news had the story – and see who picked up the story about my stalker and what they’re saying, but when I hear Knox’s name on the TV, I look up.
“A big trade coming out of spring league football today as Seattle Reign owner Knox Vaughn has traded defensive end Landry Marvez and defensive back Eric Maynard to San Antonio for a fourth-round draft pick next year,” the sportscaster announces, “and special teamer Scooter Vance – whom they cut immediately after the trade became finalized.”
“If you’d seen either of them play, you would have too…”
I tune the rest of it out as I try to wrap my mind around what I just heard. It couldn’t be the same Knox Vaughn, could it? It’s not a real common name, but surely there has to be another one out there. Right?
I connect to Knox’s Wi-Fi – the fool doesn’t password protect it. But then, it’s not like he has to worry about neighbors stealing his internet connection. I do a quick search for the Seattle Reign, and the team’s website comes up. It doesn’t take long to find what I’m looking for.
“Son of a bitch,” I murmur.
Right there on the webpage, alongside the brightly-colored logo, is a row of headshots of the staff and executives. Front and center is a picture of Knox himself, listed as team owner and CEO.
I stare at the picture in a stunned silence. I don’t know what it costs to buy a football team, but I’m pretty sure it’s quite a bit more than a bodyguard typically makes.
But that begs the question – why wouldn’t he tell me? Why would he hide who he is from me? While this discovery clears some things up for me, it raises another thousand questions in their place.
More than anything, I don’t know how I feel about it.
I mean – Knox led me to believe something about him that isn’t true. He let me believe he’s nothing more than a simple bodyguard. In essence, he lied to me. And I don’t know why he did it. What’s the point of letting me believe that?
On the other side of the coin, is it relevant? Does knowing he’s got enough money to own a pro sports franchise change who he is? Does it change anything about the man I’ve been getting to know?
Part of me reminds myself that what he does with his money on his own time is really none of my business. But if he’s hiding this from me, what else could he be hiding? I’m alone in his house in the middle of nowhere, completely relying on him. For all I know, a guy as rich as this could be hiring the stalker in the first place just to get me closer to him. Can I trust him if he won’t even be honest with me?
