Chapter 148: Your First Time?

NORA’S POV

Knox looked down at me, his chest heaving and his hands resting lightly on my bare shoulders.

Without waiting for him to say anything, I reached out and wrapped my hand around the base of his cock.

He was burning hot, and his skin was tight and smooth over thick, hard muscle. A vein pulsed right under my palm, jumping against my fingers with every beat of his heart.

Knox let out a sharp hiss through his teeth, his hips flinching forward at the first touch.

I leaned in close. My breath fanned over the swollen head, making the tip twitch. A clear drop of moisture sat right at the slit. I leaned down and dragged the flat of my tongue across it, licking it off.

"Fuck..." Knox’s voice cracked.

His head fell back, his eyes shutting tight.

I circled the tip with my tongue, tracing the sensitive ridge just beneath the head. He was so warm, tasting faintly of salt and the heat of his skin. Every time my tongue flicked over him, his stomach muscles rippled and tightened into hard ridges.

Then I parted my lips and took the head into my mouth.

Knox’s hands flew to my hair, his fingers digging into my curls. A low, broken groan vibrated in his throat, his hips lifting an inch off the mattress on their own.

I took my time with him. I swirled my tongue around the head, sucking gently, getting him completely moist. With my right hand, I started pumping the base of his shaft in a slow, steady rhythm, matching the wet pull of my mouth.

Knox couldn’t stay still. His knuckles turned white in my hair, tugging just enough to tilt my head back as he looked down at me.

His gray eyes were completely blown out with desire.

"Nora," he choked out. "You feel so damn warm."

I looked up at him through my lashes, holding his gaze while I slid my mouth down further, taking more of his length past my lips. My cheeks hollowed, drawing him in until the head pressed against the back of my throat.

The heat and thickness filled my mouth completely.

Knox lost whatever control he had left.

His jaw clenched hard enough for the muscles to pop as his hips began rocking into my face in small, desperate thrusts, unable to stop himself from chasing the friction.

"Jesus, Bennett... just like that," he groaned. "God, your mouth..."

I tightened my lips around him, sliding down and up while my hand pumped the lower half of his shaft, coating him in saliva until the slide was wet, noisy, and fast.

His breathing turned into ragged, desperate gasps. No longer the calm, composed hockey captain, he was shaking as his sweat-slicked shoulders tensed, his hips bucking harder into my mouth as the intense pleasure pushed him closer to the edge.

I could feel him swelling even larger, the thudding pulse in his shaft turning frantic.

Suddenly, Knox’s hands slid down to my jaw.

"Wait... stop, baby, stop," he panted, his fingers gently but firmly urging my mouth off him.

He pulled me back just before he lost it. His chest was heaving up and down, his whole body trembling with the strain of holding back.

"If you keep sucking," Knox rasped, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand, "I’m going to come right now. Right in your mouth."

I looked up at him from between his knees, my lips wet and swollen, my chest rising and falling just as fast as his. "I wouldn’t have minded."

Knox let out a low growl, grabbing me by the waist and dragging me up the bed until I was on my back and he was hovering over me.

He kissed me hard, open-mouthed and rough, tasting himself on my lips. His tongue tangled with mine with a hunger that made my core ache all over again.

Breaking the kiss, Knox reached over to the nightstand without looking. His hand knocked against the wood before finding the foil wrapper. He tore it open with his teeth, spit the corner onto the floor, and rolled the condom down his cock with shaky, impatient hands.

Then he moved between my parted thighs.

My legs were already wide, my center wet and swollen from his earlier ministry. I expected him to push straight in, and my hips lifted in anticipation, waiting for the stretch.

Instead, Knox held the base of his cock and dragged the blunt, wet head right over my clit.

A sharp gasp ripped out of my mouth, my back arching off the sheets. "Knox..."

He didn’t push in.

He did it again. Knox slowly slid the rounded head up and down my slit, spreading his slickness and my own all over my folds. Every time he dragged the head over my clit, he pressed down just enough to make a bolt of electricity shoot straight through my belly.

"You like that?" he murmured.

"Knox, please," I whined, my hands clutching his forearms.

I tried to push my hips up to guide him inside, but Knox anticipated it. He pressed his free hand flat against my hip bone, pinning me to the mattress, keeping his cock right on the outside.

He swirled the head in slow, wet circles right against my sensitive bud.

It was pure torture. The dull, heavy pressure of his cock rubbing directly against my clit was driving me out of my mind, but not having him inside was agonizing.

"Knox, don’t," I whined, tossing my head against the pillow. "Stop teasing me."

"I’m not teasing, Bennett," he rasped, looking down at where his cock was rubbing against my wet, pink center. "I’m just watching how wet you are for me. You’re dripping."

He gave my clit another slow, firm drag with the head, pressing hard enough that my vision blurred.

"Knox, stop," I begged, my fingernails digging into his biceps, pulling him down. "Stop teasing and fuck me. Please, just fuck me."

A dark, dangerous look crossed Knox’s face.

"Say it again," he growled softly, his eyes locking onto mine.

"Put it in, Knox."

"Whatever you want, baby."

Knox let go of my hip, reached down and lined the blunt head directly against my opening.

Slowly, firmly, Knox pushed forward.

The blunt head pushed against my entrance, but I was so tight that he couldn’t slide through. He pulled back an inch, then pushed forward again, using his own weight and my slickness to stretch me.

He pulled out slightly and pushed in again, repeating the slow, shallow motion until the thick, rounded head finally breached my opening, slipping completely inside.

My breath caught in my throat, and a sharp, choked gasp tore from my lips. He was so big, so thick, that every nerve ending flared in shock.

Now that the head was in, Knox tried to ease in deeper, but his forward motion came to an abrupt halt... he’d hit a tight, resistant barrier just inside my core... an untouched tightness that refused to let him pass without force.

A sharp wince pulled at my features, my hips stiffening involuntarily against the sheets, my fingernails digging hard into his forearms.

Knox stopped dead in his tracks.

He froze completely, only an inch inside me, his muscles turning to stone.

His face was flushed, his breath tearing from his lungs in ragged bursts. For a second, he just stared down at where our bodies met, feeling the resistance gripping him tight.

Slowly, Knox lifted his head.

His eyes met mine, wide with shock. A memory flashed between us... back to the library, back to when I lied about having experience so the campus hockey star wouldn’t think I was naive.

Knox swallowed hard, his throat bobbing as his jaw slackened in shock. "Nora..." he managed to choke out. "Is this your first time?"

I couldn’t speak. I just looked up at him, breathing heavily, my hazel eyes glistening in the dim light.

Knox stared down at me, his breath hitching as the realization hit him like a physical blow.

"Are you a..." Knox paused, the word catching in his throat as his eyes filled with raw, overwhelming awe.