by Eden O'Neill
He closed the door. “Take off your clothes,” he commanded, working his sweater over his head. “Now.”
I only hesitated at the exposed sight of his chest, a long and muscular body completely perfect to the hipbones. He tossed his sweater away, his pecs jumping with dark nipples. A smattering of dark hair chased a line down to the fastened seam of his jeans, his bulge ready and thick as he passed a hand over it. Waiting, he watched as I reached for the hem of my dress, a playful gleam in his eyes as I exposed skin.
My tummy jumped as I pulled the dress away, not nearly as tanned as him. I spent my days in hoodies and leggings, shaking down to my fingertips. Approaching, Knight grabbed one of wrists, bracing my hip as he bit down on my flesh.
The pain caused me to moan, his hand easing to play between my legs over my panties. “I said all clothes off, Greer.”
Burning, I wriggled out of my underwear, well aware of his dark eyes on me. He studied my every move, letting go as I reached around and unsnapped my bra. The soft warmth of the room did nothing to tame how hard my nipples were, pink and pebbled. He tipped his chin. “On my bed.”
I crawled center in, barely on it moments before he was undoing his pants and forcing them and his boxers down his legs. He rubbed his cock, fucking steel as he walked himself over to the bed. It sunk down heavily with his weight and his hand launching out, he turned me on my stomach.
“God, I’m going to fuck you so hard, Greer.” He breathed hot kisses down my back, his tongue tasting my spine. “And when I’m done I want that mouth choking around my cock.”
Oral sex was amongst the laundry list of things I’d never done just like all this. I was completely and one hundred percent a virgin. Well, if masturbation didn’t count.
My mouth watered at even the thought of tasting him, scared but in that fear so turned the hell on. Knight’s hand made it between my legs as I considered the thought, his fingers playing with me.
He probed in and out. “So ready for me,” he growled, two fingers deep up to the knuckles. “So fucking sexy.”
I cried out as he strummed my clit like a string, his digits piston-like as they eased in and out of my body.
“Knight,” I gasped and his hand encased my throat, his weight heavy on my back. He turned me around with a single hand, kissing me then as his fingers moved to my nipples.
He pinched them, diamond hard and so sensitive. A struggled cry escaped my throat as he took one into his mouth, sucking my breast nearly whole.
“So sweet,” he gritted, his eyes laced with lust. He laved one nipple, then the other, pulling it tight between his teeth. “Too fucking sweet, Greer.”
He raised my arms above my head, grinding his cock against my inner thigh, and I ached, barely breathing. I didn’t want to breathe, the desire to be consumed by him completely maddening. I groaned as his digits probed me, in and out with so much vigor and beyond anything I’d ever done to myself. Not even with my vibrator.
“You’re sin for me, you know that?” he stated, reaching into his bedside table. He tore the condom open with his teeth, rolling it down his dick. “I know you’ll ruin me if I let you.”
Me ruin him? Not possible. He had to be able to be ruined.
And how could I if he’d already ruined me?
His eyes hazed closed as he probed my entrance, forcing himself in and tearing through me. My muscles tightened at the invasion, but so wet and ready it didn’t take Knight long to take himself to the hilt.
He groaned, the pain and pleasure causing my body to shake. He gathered my wrists in both hands, his mouth coming down hard on mine as he slapped against my inner thighs.
“Fuck, Greer.” He shuddered against me, if not harder than I was against him. He tasted my tongue. “I’ll never make it back from you.”
I’d never make it back from him, moaning as he grabbed my thigh and wrapped it around his hip. His abs labored as his hips worked, sweat dripping down his pecs and glistening across his upper lip. He was literally sex on legs and he was fucking me.
“Come for me, Greer,” he coached. “Spill around me. I want to fucking feel it.”
I didn’t last long being a virgin, and no sooner had he said the words than I completely fell over the edge, hot fire burning in my core before stiffening over his mighty cock. He continued to fuck me while I rode it out, reaching that same peak himself as his eyes fell back into his head. Grunting, he held me to him, pressed right up against his chest. It was a place that, before tonight, I wasn’t sure I wanted to be, but for whatever reason, anxiety hit that I’d have to soon let go, that he’d let go of me.
My body slumped after he finished, but he easily caught me, still holding on as he brought me into his arms. He ended up bringing his blankets around us, and I was surprised. He’d promised some dirty things for my mouth tonight, but not only did he just hold me, he fell asleep.
I went to sleep to the soothing sounds from his chest, hugging up on him. He said there’d be no coming back from me.
I wondered how that’d change in the morning.
Chapter Sixteen
Knight
I forced myself to peel away from Greer in the morning, at a loss as I cleared my bed. I’d had every intention of fucking her out of my head last night. That was all I wanted. One strong fuck to get my mind right, then move on…
Not fucking fall for her.
I’d felt every moment I’d been with her, that taste I had only made it worse. I hadn’t gotten her out of my mind, nor had I done anything close to veer her away. I hadn’t broken her with our power struggle at all.
She wanted me too.
She hadn’t even pretended to not want to be with me last night. She’d given into it, easily and maybe even as badly as I’d wanted her. It had taken all I had not to bend her over and shoot my load off inside her when we’d been together that first time in her room. Well, now that I actually had her, I was fucking gone. She was ruining me, and for some reason, I didn’t want to resist that. Precisely the reason I got up out of bed and went downstairs to head into the gym. The house empty until at least tomorrow, I wouldn’t have to fight anyone over the machines.
I stayed down there in the basement, wearing myself down until at least eight thirty, and by the time I came upstairs to the kitchen to get a drink, I heard water running from somewhere in the house. I followed the sound to the second floor, my room, and after opening the door to my personal bathroom, I saw Greer sinking herself into a cloud of bubbles. She’d made herself a bubble bath, her little face twisted up as she dunked herself in, and I propped a shoulder against the door frame, enjoying the view.
Jesus, she was flawless.
Her perfect tits hovered beneath the water, a snatch I knew to be perfect and unshaven even deeper beneath. She spun around in the heat of the bath, trying to get herself comfortable, and the way her white blond hair dripped water down her back, I wanted to twist it up around my first and rail into her from behind. She was fucking beautiful. Like stated, flawless and I cleared my throat.
She jumped right away, spinning back around, and I grinned.
“Sore?” I asked. She’d looked almost achy as she’d gotten herself in, and when she eased back against the tub, the same.
Shrugging, she glanced over my sweaty frame, my tank drenched to my abs, then down to my more than ready cock. I guess he’d gotten a little excited at the flash of her pussy and supple ass as she’d lowered her inside the bath. I kicked away from the wall. “You’re sore? We didn’t go that hard last night.”
I could have taken her harder, filled all her holes clear into the morning, but I thought I’d lose myself. This girl continued to mind-fuck me, last night no exception.
“I wouldn’t know,” she said before spinning, shy and meek as she put her back to me. She hugged her legs, staring out the window into the woods, and it took me all of about two seconds to realize what she was talking about. I’d told her we hadn’t gone that hard, and she’d said she didn’t know another way.<
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Fuck.
The curse left my lips as I scrubbed into my hair, and she peered over her shoulder at me when I crossed the room. “Move over. I’m getting in.”
Her eyes launched wide immediately, so fucking shy now. She covered herself. “I’m really sore.”
“I know.” I gripped the tub, hunkering down. “I promise no sex. I just going to help you wash.”
Had I had any idea this girl hadn’t been touched before I wouldn’t have nearly been so heavy handed. I mean, we still would have been together but not like that.
A flash of stark white lashes, and I wasn’t sure she quite trusted me. I guessed I couldn’t blame her. I’d given her more than one reason not to in the past, but in the end, she did move over to the other side of the tub. It was a large tub, had to be to accommodate my ass, and though I didn’t take baths often, it was nice after a long work out. The Jacuzzi setting fucking rocked, and I turned it on, making Greer jump a little from the tub walls. I removed my shoes and socks before tugging my shorts down, completely commando underneath.
Greer’s little eyes flittered away like she’d just seen a cock, and I all out floored myself that I hadn’t noticed she was a virgin before. I supposed that night when I fingered her I hadn’t really felt any resistance. She’d obviously pleasured herself before because she hadn’t been tight last night at all.
I got inside the bath, and only after did she turn herself around, the warmth good on my sore muscles too. I’d worked them to hell downstairs. “Come to me. I’ll wash you.”
Timid, she eased over, only letting her arms go after she lowered herself further in the bath. Even with the bubbles I could still see her tits. She frowned. “Why do you want to? You care? You weren’t even here when I woke up.”
I cared more than she ever knew, this girl so far in my head. “Just let me, okay? I’ll go light. It won’t hurt.”
I knew how to take care of a girl if I need to, make her feel good, and I really wanted to try here. Try here with her.
“You should have told me,” I said to her, getting a washcloth and sinking it down. I got it nice and drenched before tugging her over to me. “I would have been different with you. More gentle.”
Like… this, my hand nudging at her legs until she opened them, let me push between them and I did, my touch slick and smooth between her legs. My presence there caused her to gasp, but she didn’t pull away. If anything, she wanted me nearer, her hands grabbing my shoulders as I worked the towel gently over and slightly in.
“Feels good?” My voice gruff, my finger escaped and touched her clit. It took all I had not to do anymore.
Her nod was quick, my cock hardening as the rag left my hand and my digits fingered her opening. Greer held onto me for dear life when I did this, and hugging me, she came full onto my lap. A sea of blond hair drowned me as she braced me close and buried her face in my neck.
The rumble rolled in my chest. “You’re testing me, Greer.”
“Testing you?”
I nodded, letting my finger slide and push back to her ass. Her arms hugged me like her favorite toy, her ass rising above my finger. I grinned. “I take it you’ve never had your ass played with either?”
“No.” The gasp escaped her as she pulled away, staring at me in mock horror.
Chuckling, I removed my fingers from the area and hugged her to me. “Relax. I wouldn’t do that unless you were ready. We’d need to open you up a little, use toys?” Her virgin ass would never fit my cock and settling down, she appeared relieved.
“Well, I’ve never done that. Any of that.” Her face filled with color, and rolling her eyes, she looked at anything but me. “And why should I have told you? Like you’d have been more gentle.”
“I would have,” I said, nodding.
“Right. Because you’ve been so that way before.” She escaped me, starting to leave the bath and I tugged her arm. She came back when I pulled her, floating her over onto my lap again.
I folded fingers behind her neck, a perfect flush filling her cheeks. “That’s what I said, didn’t I? I would have been different. I don’t fucking lie.” I may have been a lot of things, a brute, an asshole even, but if I said something, I meant it. I curled a knuckle against her cheek. “It’s different with you.”
Though, I didn’t know why. This girl continued to make me do stupid things and even lie to my grandpa about her. I didn’t fucking do that, the two of us close, and I’d never felt compelled to before. Gramps and I didn’t keep things from each other, but in this case, with Greer involved with that thing with Bryce, I had. It made me question a lot of things, much like this moment now with my hands on her.
Her arms settled around me, staring at me. She played with the hair at the nap of my neck, and I swore to God that shit ran down to my toes.
“Is that why you took me to see your mom?” The words froze my hold around her, pinning me to the tub.
My lips parted. “I told you why. To help with your assignment.” She’d said she was failing because of me due to our back and forth. I shouldn’t have cared, but I did enough to at least try to help. Her fingers played again with my hair, and I nearly shot my cock into her right there.
Especially when she kissed me.
Her lips came down, hard over my mouth like they had in the club, and she stunned me once again. I was never ready for it. Ready for her, but letting her, I turned her, pressing her against the tub. The water sloshed around us, the jets shooting right into her backside, and she bucked, pressing that perfect pussy against me.
“Greer,” I growled, cradling the back of her head. “If you don’t stop I can’t promise no sex in here.”
Her only response to that was to rub herself against me, my shit steel and had not a door slammed from inside the house somewhere I definitely would have fucked this girl in my bathtub. The door slam followed stomping sounds a floor below, and freezing, Greer gripped me. “You said no one else would be here.”
There shouldn’t be, and starting to get up, I came back down at the sound of my name. I recognized the voice.
“He’s here. I know he is. His car is here,” called December, my buddy’s fiancee December. “Knight Reed, I know you’re here, and you’re a complete ass. What’s this I hear about you yelling at a girl the other night here at the frat? Get your ass down here and yell at me, why don’t you?”
Fucking, fuck. Annoyance that I’d been so fucking candid with who was supposed to be my friend after I yelled Greer off the frat property the other evening. I heard him next, a boisterous chuckle from downstairs.
“Sorry, brother,” Royal called a floor down. Another chuckle. “And you better come down here. December’s heated up.”
“Heated up? Royal, you’re supposed to be on my side.”
“I am, babe. Calm down. Knight, get down here please!”
At this point, Greer had her hand covering her face, but she must have known this confrontation was about her because she was smiling a little behind her hand. Rolling my eyes, I waded off her.
“Better go,” I said, but couldn’t help bringing my hand behind her neck and kissing her again. An instant head rush hit right away and something told me this little dove was about to get me in trouble. I’d never done this shit before, all new.
I just hoped whatever this shit was I didn’t regret it.
Chapter Seventeen
Greer
Knight came downstairs as summoned, tugging me behind him. I was wearing one of his collared shirts and a pair of boxers because he tossed them at me, and after he stretched a tee over himself and pulled on some shorts we were downstairs, a party at the island in the kitchen. I immediately recognized the couple as his friends from that night with Bryce. The girl, tall and beautiful with hair just as brown-black as Knight’s, stood beside another Greek god, the guy’s name Royal. He lounged casually against the wall as the girl, December I assumed her name was, flailed her arms at him. She was in a raincoat and rain boots, and Royal smiled at he
r, more amused by her rant than agitated. I think that only worked her up more if the animation of her limbs and sudden rise of her voice was an indicator. Noticing Knight and me, Royal’s attention drifted our way and December’s too. She frowned. “Is this her?”
Knight said nothing, but his shrug in her direction let her know what she’d asked was correct. Without warning, she swiped a magazine from the kitchen island and rolled it up. I dodged away as she swung the thing at him, three raps against the chest before a slap at his head.
“December? What the fuck,” Knight growled, jerking the thing away from her. This girl was bold because without her paper, she started punching at his arm with her fists. This only amused Knight, his anger leaving completely when this girl clearly wasn’t hurting him at all. This only enraged her more, and she launched at him to which Royal finally stepped in and pulled her back by the hips.
“Okay, okay,” Royal crooned, tucking her back into his chest. He had to secure her limbs, laughing the whole time. “I think he’s learned his lesson, babe.”
“Has he?” She reached for him again, but Royal turned her around.
He touched her cheek with a finger. “How about we talk to him? Get his side?”
“What side? He yelled at a girl.” Her dark eyes fire, she shot a look in my direction. “He yell at you?”
Wanting to stay the fuck out of this, I backed away, all intention of fleeing the room, but Knight neither entertained that or let me. He tucked me behind him, his hand rested softly on my hip as he put out another and attempted to talk this December down.
Standing there, their exchange back and forth, I only watched Knight, felt that heat of his hand on my hip. I cradled his bicep, and his attention stole from the conversation entirely.
It shifted to me, his smile a subtle but present one, and I think it took a second for us both to realize December had stopped yelling. We panned together to the other side of the room, and December was doing the funniest thing. Her hand was on Royal, all dreamy and doe-eyed as she stared at Knight and me.
