Hard Knox - Riley Hart Page 0,74

of my cock into his mouth. I hissed in pleasure at the hot suction of his mouth on my already tender cock.

When he stood again, he took his trunks off too, then put his arms over his head, wrists together. Damned if my knees didn’t go weak. He stood there in front of me, golden, tight body, hard cock, full balls, flat nipples, the scar I kissed every time we were together, and he was giving himself to me.

Somehow I knew what he wanted. I held his wrists against the wall, like he couldn’t get free. Callum moaned as soon as I did, and his eyes fluttered. I cupped his balls, then slid my hand up and stroked his shaft. “You like to be my little prisoner?” I asked into his neck before dragging my teeth along his skin.

“Fuck yes.” His legs went around my waist again. I still kept hold of him, pinned him to the wall with my body as we moved together like we were fucking.

“You like to be mine, don’t you?”

“God yes.” He arched toward me. I licked his scar, then one flat nipple, making it pebble. My free hand was at his hip, holding him, and he begged, “A little tighter,” so I listened, gave him more pressure in the two places I held him.

“This is okay?” I asked.

“This is good.” His head rolled to the side. “So good. And if you want to give me hickeys, you can on my torso where no one can see.”

My cock jerked…throbbed.

“We need to get to the bed so it’s easier for me to work.”

He laughed and held on tight as I carried him over. I laid Callum down, then went over on top of him. I held his wrists together over his head again while I sucked at one of his pecs.

“Fuck…Knox…please…” I kept drawing his skin into my mouth, making the blood rush to the surface and bruise.

When I pulled off, there was a purple hickey there. I smiled, kissed it, then looked up and saw the raw desire in Callum’s eyes. “Stay still so I can mark what’s mine.”

“Yours.”

I sucked numerous spots on his torso, his stomach. Callum writhed and begged and gasped beneath me.

“Since we’re here,” he said, “do you know what else I love?” He moved his body against mine, his hard cock rubbing against me.

“What?” I asked, wanting to please him, before leaning down and licking and sucking the skin of his stomach into my mouth again.

“I think I made it obvious how much I like to be fingered…and you don’t have to if you don’t want to, but when you’re getting me ready… I’m sure you haven’t felt this, but it’s about the best thing in the world to have your ass eaten.”

I looked up at him. “I want to taste you everywhere.”

“Jesus, Knox. You’re gonna fucking kill me. That’s so hot.”

I moved, and Cal turned over to lie on his belly. He spread his legs, and I settled between them, ran my hands over the full mounds of his ass. His skin was so soft, so hot. He rolled his hips, pushed his ass out toward me, then thrust against the bed again. I pulled his cheeks open, saw his tight, pink rim. “Fuck.” I rubbed my thumb over it. “Such a pretty little hole.” It clinched beneath my ministrations.

“Please, Knox.”

“I like to hear you beg.” I didn’t know where this was coming from. I hadn’t been this way with any of my other lovers, but there, in this space that belonged to us, it felt right.

“Please,” he asked again.

I rubbed him again, tapped his entrance a few times, then leaned in to taste him. It was a mixture of soap and a heady musk that went straight to my head.

I did it again and again and again, used my tongue on him as Cal moaned and begged and writhed beneath me. I wanted nothing more than to devour him. I could feel him loosening up as I worshipped him. That was exactly what it felt like I was doing—worshipping, praising.

“Oh fuck…Knox…I can’t…you…” He was rambling, not making any sense, and I couldn’t help smiling against him. I rubbed my beard along his ass, because I knew he liked it in other places. Callum damn near shot off the bed, but I held him down, licked and kissed and teased his hole, loving every second of it. “Lube. Fingers. Fuck.” He reached for the nightstand. It was a new purchases