Chapter 101: Is That What It Feels Like?

NORA’S POV

My heart was hammering against my ribs so hard I could barely draw breath.

’You can get dressed, and we can pretend this morning never happened. Or you can get back on that bed, and let me help you finish what you started.’

Knox was still hovering inches from my face, his warm breath fanning across my lips, his hand resting on the bare skin of my hip like a brand.

I looked into his eyes. There was no mockery nor arrogance in them... just pure, unadulterated hunger and an honesty that made my stomach flip in delicious, terrifying flips.

I was done pretending.

I reached up, fisted both hands into the collar of his t-shirt, and tugged him down to me. "Don’t just stand there then, Sheridan," I whispered.

A low groan tore from Knox’s throat, and before I could blink, his mouth crashed onto mine.

The kiss was hungry, demanding, and completely breathless. I moaned into his mouth, and he used that as an opportunity to gain entrance. His tongue slid against mine, tasting like morning coffee and pure adrenaline.

I whimpered against his mouth, my fingers tangling in the thick hair at the nape of his neck as he pressed me flat against the locked bedroom door.

His large, warm hands slid down from my shoulders, slipping beneath the hem of his oversized number nineteen hoodie.

When his calloused palms met the bare skin of my waist, a violent shiver shot straight through my spine.

He didn’t hesitate. Knox slid his hands higher, his palms cupping the full curves of my bare breasts. He squeezed them gently, lifting them, his thumbs brushing across my tight, sensitive peaks.

"Ah..."

A sharp gasp caught in my throat as he pinched both of my nipples between his thumbs and forefingers, rolling them with just enough pressure to send a shockwave of liquid heat straight between my legs.

My thighs clamped together involuntarily, still slick with moisture.

"You like that, Bennett?" Knox growled against my mouth, kissing me deeper, his thumbs continuing to tease my aching nipples until my whole body went soft and trembling against his chest.

"Yes," I breathed against his lips, completely helpless. "Fvck, yes."

Breaking the kiss, Knox looked down at me with ragged, uneven breath. His jaw was clenched tight as he hooked his strong arms under my thighs and lifted me right off the floor.

I gasped, wrapping my legs around his waist as he carried me across the room. He laid me back onto the king-sized mattress, following me down until he was kneeling between my spread thighs, his grey sweatpants rough against my bare skin.

Downstairs in the kitchen, the blender suddenly stopped, followed by the clatter of a cabinet door.

Reality snapped back into focus.

Bear is right below us.

Knox reached beside my head, his large hand diving under the mountain of dark pillows. He pulled out the blush-pink silicone rose, which was still quietly buzzing against his palm.

He looked down at me, his gaze fierce and possessive.

"Listen to me, Bennett," Knox whispered, leaning over me until his mouth was a millimeter from my ear. "Bear is right downstairs. If you make a sound like you did earlier, he’s going to walk straight up those stairs. Understand?"

I nodded, my pulse racing in my throat.

"So every time you want to scream my name," Knox murmured, his warm breath sending goosebumps down my neck, "you bite my shoulder, or you swallow it against my mouth. Not a single peep, Bookworm."

"Okay," I choked out.

Knox clicked the button on the base, bumping the vibration up to the third speed. The whisper-soft motor hummed with deeper, rhythmic suction.

He parted my thighs wider with his knees, settling himself firmly between them. Then, he brought the soft silicone petals down against my swollen clit.

My back arched violently off the sheets.

My eyes rolled back as a strangled cry rose in my throat, but before the sound could escape, Knox’s mouth slammed over mine, swallowing the noise whole.

The sensation was devastating.

The velvety silicone sealed around my hypersensitive bud, pulsing with rhythmic suction that made my toes cramp and my hips jerk upward in desperate circles.

While Knox held the toy firmly in place with one hand, his free hand slid down across my stomach, parting my wet folds with calloused fingers.

He slid one thick, blunt finger slowly inside me.

"Mmmph!"

My breath hitched against his lips as my hips jerked against the sheets.

It was completely different from when I had touched myself earlier. Where my own fingers had been slender and hesitant, Knox’s finger was thick and slightly rough from years of gripping hockey sticks.

Even just a single finger stretched me wide, filling me with a heat that made my core pulse in immediate surrender.

He stroked inside me three slow, deliberate times, letting my slick walls adjust to his size.

Each stroke curled upward, dragging against my most sensitive nerve endings and pulling a helpless, muffled whimper from my throat.

"Good girl," Knox growled against my mouth, feeling me clench around his knuckle. "So tight... so fucking wet for me."

Then, slowly, he pressed a second finger inside.

"Ah...!"

My hips bucked right off the mattress, the dual sensation ripping every ounce of air from my lungs.

The full stretch of two fingers filling me deep, paired with the suction of the rose vibrating against my swollen clit... it was pure sensory overload.

Knox pulled his mouth back just an inch, his breathing hot and ragged against my cheek.

"Look at me, Nora," he commanded in a low rasp. "Don’t close your eyes this time. Look at who’s making you feel like this."

I forced my heavy eyelids open.

Knox was hovering over me with intense concentration and raw desire in his eyes, his gaze locked entirely onto mine.

He began pumping his fingers inside me in a slow rhythm that matched the pulse of the rose.

In and out.

Every time his fingers curled upward, hitting that sweet, sensitive spot deep inside, a fresh wave of honeyed heat poured over his knuckles.

"Look at how wet you are for me," Knox whispered with raw pride in his voice. "You’re taking me well, Bennett. Clamping down so tight."

My fingers dug into the muscles of his broad shoulders, my nails sinking into the cotton of his shirt.

The knot at the base of my spine was coiling tighter and tighter, turning into a blinding, white-hot fire that was consuming every rational thought in my head.

My hips bucked frantically against his hand, chasing the friction, desperate for release.

"Knox..." I whimpered, the sound tearing from my throat. "I’m... Fucck... I’m..."

"Bite me, Nora," Knox growled, shifting his broad shoulder directly against my lips. "Bite down. Let go and cum for me, Nora."

I buried my face into the curve of his neck and bit down on the thick fabric over his shoulder.

And then, the dam broke.

The first real orgasm of my entire life exploded through my pelvis like a supernova.

My inner walls clamped hard around Knox’s fingers, squeezing him in rapid, uncontrollable spasms.

A wave of molten, electric release washed through every vein in my body, making my legs shake uncontrollably, my back arching off the mattress as silent, breathless tears of pure ecstasy slipped down my burning cheeks.

I muffled my broken screams directly into Knox’s shoulder, my teeth clenching through his shirt as the climax ripped through me for seconds, even though it felt like minutes.

Knox didn’t stop. He kept the soft flutter of the rose pressed to my clit, his fingers curling gently through the aftershocks, his other hand coming up to cradle the back of my head.

"That’s it, Bennett," he whispered into my hair, his own voice shaking. "Take it. I’ve got you. I’ve got you, baby."

Gradually, the violent trembling in my legs slowed to a soft, delicious hum.

My jaw unclenched from his shoulder, leaving a damp patch on his grey cotton. I slumped back into his mountain of pillows, completely boneless, panting in ragged, exhausted gasps.

Knox clicked off the rosebud with a soft snap, setting it on the nightstand, and carefully slid his wet fingers out of me.

He pulled the heavy duvet up over my bare hips, tucking me in securely, before collapsing onto his side beside me and pulling me tightly against his chest.

I curled into his warmth, burying my nose into the crook of his neck, breathing in the scent of cedar and clean sweat.

My whole body felt like it was floating on water.

"You okay?" Knox murmured, brushing a damp curl away from my forehead while his thumb tenderly traced my cheek.

"I..." I swallowed, looking up into his handsome face with wide, awestruck eyes. "Is that... is that what that feels like?"

Knox let out a low, breathy laugh, pressing a soft kiss to the tip of my nose.

"Yeah, Bookworm," he smiled softly, his thumb caressing my bottom lip. "That’s what it feels like."

A slow, giddy smile spread across my face.

I had just wrapped my arms around Knox’s neck, ready to pull him in for a slow, lazy kiss, when...

THUMP!

Downstairs, the front door rattled, and Bear’s booming voice roared through the foyer:

"Yo, Knox! Your truck is parked sideways across the gravel blocking my spot! You up there or did you leave it running?!"

I froze against Knox’s chest, my eyes going wide in sudden, breathless panic.

Knox leaned his head back against the headboard and let out a long, frustrated groan. "I am going to murder that man," he muttered.