21. KNOX

TWENTY-ONE

KNOX

Tonight is not my night. I'm distracted and keep messing up, my tips aren't anywhere near what they usually are, my dick won't settle, even in the middle of dinner service, and during my break, I made the mistake of opening the photo East sent me right as I took a drink. I choked so hard on water I spent the next five minutes coughing and trying not to die.

I fobbed off early the other night, so I have to stay for closing and make sure the place is packed up before I leave. It's excruciating. Knowing East is at home, stretched and ready for me, is all I can think about.

Our date was needed. A cute moment with the two of us that didn't lead to sex.

But tonight is definitely leading to sex, and I need that too.

Getting along with East, spending time together, that was never an issue. The chemistry was always the giant question mark in my mind, though after our traded blowjobs, I think we're in the clear there. I just want to see how far that chemistry can go.

"Okay, we done here?" I call across the room to Sarah, who's balanced tonight's takings and done the computer side of closing .

She smirks. "Hot date?"

"The hottest."

"Fine. Go. Not like you're much help anyway."

I'll let that dig slide because she's right. I blow her a kiss and, as soon as I'm outside, jog over to my car, drive home, shower, and then sneak across to East's place. So far, I've been able to avoid the awkwardness with Connor because every time I head over here, he's fast asleep.

We'll get to it one day, but I'd like to avoid the "hey, I'm going to bang your brother" moment for as long as possible.

The front door lets out a loud creak as I step inside and close it behind me. Easton's house is silent, dark, and it's borderline exciting sneaking in here and knowing that even if he's asleep, he's waiting for me. Ready.

A flash of that plug buried in his hole hits me as I'm making my way down the hall, and I have to stop for a moment and grip the base of my hardening cock. My sweats rubbing against my dick are already teasing me that I don't need those spank bank images to take over too. We're still new to the physical side of things, and after how quickly he made me come last time, I need to make sure this time resets those standards.

I make it to Easton's room and ease the door open, finding him in bed, blankets twisted around his hips, bare, sculpted torso on display while he sleeps. I have no clue how he's out of it—if I'd known he was coming by for sex, I'd be like a kid waiting on Santa and way too excited to sleep.

This is better though. Because this way, I get to wake him up exactly the way he wanted me to.

I step closer and peel down the covers to find East completely naked. I have to bite my knuckles to stop an inhuman sound coming from me because fucking hell , Easton is hot. Deep abs, a hypnotic V leading to his soft cock resting between those thick thighs of his. His pubes have been neatly trimmed, and I wish his legs were spread open so I could see if he's still got the toy buried in there.

Guess I'm going to have to go on an expedition to find out instead.

A shaky exhale dispels from my nose as I crawl onto the bed. My mouth is filling with saliva at the sight of his sleeping dick, while mine is currently trying to burst out through my sweats. I want to touch him everywhere. Want to slide my palms over the hair on his calves, want to bury my nose into his balls, to lick the grooves between his abs.

Instead, I hold it all back and lean down, then gently circle my tongue around his tip. His dick twitches. Nothing else. A grin tugs at my lips, and this time when I lick him, I follow up by sucking the tip into my mouth. He's soft, sleepy, but the more I run my tongue over his slit, the more I suck and play, the more Easton stirs.

His cock thickens, slowly stretching my lips wider, and I sink down further until he's nudging my throat. I wait for him, loving the feel of him growing in my mouth, and then, all at once, Easton wakes with a start.

His eyes fly open, and the expression that overtakes his face is filthy. "Holy shit." His hand dives into my hair. "You're actually doing it."

I pull off and tease the underside of his head with my tongue. "You asked. I'm delivering."

"Keep delivering." He pushes my head back down.

His dick is straining and hard, reaching for those delicious abs, and it would be too easy to keep blowing him until he comes, but I'm not going to give in so easily. Instead, I duck my head and suck his balls into my mouth.

He lets out a half cry, half moan as his head drops back into the pillow. "I feel like I'm still dreaming." His voice is husky with sleep, limbs awake but pliant, and I ease his legs open, then run my thumb from his taint and along his crease. I pause when I find a flared silicone base right where his hole should be.

"You filthy boy," I say, releasing his balls. I push his legs back further so I can see. "Falling asleep with your ass filled."

"Didn't want to risk not being ready to go."

"I always knew you were the smart Kiki brother."

"Not much competition there."

I hum, deep and gravelly, trying to ignore how much my dick likes the sight of Easton filled and ready. I reach for the base of the plug. His ass clings to the toy as I slowly draw it out and practically swallows it as I push in again.

"Mm, that's hot." I do it again. I move the toy tortuously slow, taking my time to watch the silicone sink into his body, imagining it as my dick.

"Know what would be hotter? If you got rid of the toy altogether and fucked me already."

"Who knew you were so needy in bed?"

"Trust me, fantasy Knox knows exactly how needy I am."

I laugh as I bury the toy again, then pull the condom and travel lube from the pocket of my sweats. I strip off my T-shirt and push my sweatpants down, then tear open the condom packet and roll it down my cock.

"It's time for real-life Knox to figure it out too. That fantasy asshole can take a back seat."

Easton pulls his knees back. "What are you waiting for, then?"

I tug the toy out, taking a second to admire his stretched hole, and then I toss the plug aside and lube up my cock.

I'm aching to be inside him, already so horny, but I'm determined to do better than last time. I press my tip to his hole and immediately feel East push against it, trying to get me inside him.

"Someone's impatient."

"I really don't want to have to explain to Connor that I killed his best friend for edging me. Come on. Fuck me. "

I chuckle and push my way inside. He greedily sucks me in, body stretching wider around me, and when my balls press against his ass, I take a moment to breathe.

Like the first time, I'm blown away that this is actually happening. That I'm buried inside Easton, looking down on the pure bliss taking over his expression, and it sets off this warmth that tingles its way down to my fingertips.

I lean in to kiss him, and he grips my shoulders, melting beneath my lips. This is chemistry. And it's a relief to know that we have it as I kiss him deeper and start to move.

That's something about being with him that doesn't compare to anyone I've ever had before. It's not like I've never had emotions, never had feelings for anyone else, but those things were fleeting. Barely memorable. Being with Easton is the spark before the whole house ignites.

My thrusts get faster, harder, out of my control as I give over to the instinct to make us both feel incredible. Easton's mouth breaks from mine, teeth grazing my jaw between labored breaths until he reaches my ear and bites down.

"Hold me," he grunts.

The request throws me. "What? All romantic like?"

His evil grin is back. "No. Hold me down. Show me how strong you are."

My confusion and amusement disappear as pure lust hits my veins. I grab both his wrists in one hand, then slam them down onto the pillow above his head. With my other hand, I push his thigh to the side, then pin that to the bed too.

"You're not going anywhere," I tell him. "You're mine, East. And you'll stay right there until I'm done."

His eyes roll back into his head as he arches off the bed. "Fuck me. Please fuck me."

I lean in until my mouth is hovering over his. "I'll do what I want."

East strains in my hold, and I slam my mouth down over his. Our kiss is filthy, and I give him what we both want and fuck him harder. My thrusts take over, the slap of our bodies urgent and frenzied, our kiss a mess of need and want as we make up for all those years we should have been doing this and weren't.

His thigh trembles in my hold, and he chokes out one word. "Please."

Because I'm so close anyway, I give him what he wants. I slide my hand from his leg to his cock and close it around the heated length. He's sticky with precum, and it only takes a few passes before his shaft thickens in my hand.

Easton comes on a long groan, legs straining, feet digging into the mattress.

I keep his cock in my hand even when he's done, the feel of it sending me closer to the edge. He's sexy, and he's always felt so off-limits, so forbidden, but here I am, with his cum on my hand, about to unload inside his ass.

My balls pull tighter, and I finally hit that point where my orgasm crashes around me. All the building pressure releases, and I moan as I fill the condom.

My muscles go limp, unable to hold myself up anymore, and I collapse on top of East, finally getting that delicious skin-on-skin contact.

He flexes his freed hands and then wraps his arms around me. "So … that was fucking amazing."

I smile into his neck. "Who knew you liked a little restraint?"

He covers his face. "Shut up."

"No, I liked it. Might have to get some handcuffs for next time."

"It's less … less about being restrained and more …"

"Yeah?"

"The feeling of being owned. Claimed—I don't know. It's stupid."

"Not stupid." I lift my head so I can frown up at him. "Whatever you want, I'm down. "

"I like a bit of … jealousy. And possessiveness."

"Oh." Well, those are two things I'm not. "Like … the growly caveman type of thing?" I think of the Collective. "Like Anton?"

Easton's face is well and truly flushed now. "Yeah and no. We'll have issues if you start to tell me what to do, but when it comes to sex … I … yeah. I like it."

During sex, I can do. "You're going to regret telling me that."

The awkwardness shifts. "I don't think I will."

"I'm up for the challenge." My hand comes up to circle his throat. "Now, kiss me. Before I make you."

Easton doesn't need to be told twice.