Chapter 5

Finn

K nox abruptly stood up, and water splashed all over the bathroom. He stepped out of the tub, grabbed a fluffy white towel, and held it out.

"Let's take this to the bedroom."

When I got out of the tub and took the towel from him, my hands were trembling, and my cock was like a rock. I quickly dried off and followed him.

Knox perched on the edge of the bed with a sly grin on his face. "Come here, slut."

I stood in front of him, and he place one hand on my hip, and the other wrapped around the root of my shaft. A second later, he licked the tip of my cock, then took all of it in his mouth.

"Jesus," I moaned, and my knees threatened to give out on me. "Oh my God, Knox, your tongue is amazing."

He rolled his tongue around the head of my cock while stroking the base with his other hand, creating a mesmerizing sensation. My hips involuntarily bucked, and I couldn't help but thrust into his mouth, savoring each movement.

Knox pulled back, and I worried I'd done something wrong. But he simply winked at me. "You want more?" he asked, a challenge in his voice.

I nodded, unable to form coherent words. He pulled me closer and began sucking me off again, his lips and tongue moving in a rhythm that was driving me wild.

"This is your first orgasm," Knox whispered. "I want you to last all night, so let's get this one out of the way."

He took my cock in his mouth again, and suddenly he was using so much suction I had to hold on to his shoulders to keep from falling over. A stream of gibberish came out of my mouth, and I felt pressure building at the base of my cock.

"I'm, fuck, I'm your whore Knox." I panted, and it felt like he was pulling the cum out of my cock with his mouth. "I, I, oh my God…"

The pressure at the base of my cock was intense, and I felt waves of pleasure spreading throughout my entire body. Knox's grip on my hips tightened as he maintained his intense suction, guiding me towards the edge. Then he stopped and looked up at me.

"Come on, slut," Knox growled, his voice low and filled with lust. "Give it to me. Let me have it all."

He began sucking again, and seconds later, my hips bucked uncontrollably as a powerful orgasm coursed through me. I gripped his shoulders as I emptied into his hungry mouth. It seemed to go on forever, this release of pure, unadulterated pleasure. And when it finally subsided, leaving me breathless and spent, I could only collapse against Knox, my cock still in his mouth.

Knox moaned, and the vibrations around my cock were so intense I instantly pulled my hips back, and I heard Knox gasp for air.

"Jesus, that was incredible," he breathed. "I could suck your cock forever. You taste so fucking good."

I glanced down at him, and the sight of his wet chin, covered in spit, instantly turned me on. Knox's hand went to his shaft, and he began yanking on it, like he was determined to get his first orgasm out of the way, too. I dropped to my knees, grabbed his hand, and pushed him onto his back.

"Your turn, Knox," I whispered. I scooted forward and settled in between his hairy thighs, then opened my mouth and took in the head of his cock. Knox groaned, and I felt his hands on the sides of my head. I moved my head up and down, savoring the taste of him, matching the rhythm of my strokes to the sound of his moans. His hands tightened in my hair, guiding my movements as I took him deeper into my mouth. A sense of ownership washed over me, knowing that I was the one who was making him feel this way.

Knox's breathing grew ragged, and I could feel the tension in his muscles. I knew he was close, and I wanted to prolong his pleasure, to make him beg for it. I pulled off his cock, my lips leaving a trail of saliva along his shaft as I slowly inched away.

"Finn," he said between ragged breaths, "I need you to finish me."

I could tell he was desperate, and I smiled up at him from between his legs. I moved back up his body and kissed him as my hand wrapped around his erection. I slowly stroked him, matching the rhythm to the pace of his breaths. His moans filled the room, and I could feel his body shaking.

"Please, Finn," he begged, his voice strained. "I need you to make me come."

I leaned down and whispered in his ear, "You want me to make you come, Knox?"

He nodded, his eyes almost pleading.

Gently, I took him back in my mouth. Starting slowly, I explored his length with my tongue, teasing and tasting him as I continued to stroke him with my hand. His hips bucked, and my mouth watered as I knew he was close.

"Oh God, Finn," he grunted, his voice hoarse. "You're going to make me come."

I increased my speed, sucking hard and using my hand to match the rhythm. His moans grew louder, and I could feel him tense up.

Just as I knew he was about to explode, I stopped. I looked up at him, our eyes locked, and I could see the pure desire in his eyes. He was at my mercy, and I loved it.

"Finn, please," he begged, his voice barely audible. "I need you, I need this."

I took him back in my mouth and resumed sucking, but this time there was no teasing, no edging games. Now I wanted to get him off, to feel and taste his release. I sensed his body readying itself, the tension building rapidly. His muscles twitched, and his breathing became ragged. I glanced up and saw his face, fixed in a mix of agony and pleasure.

And then it happened. A low growl escaped from my throat, and I could feel Knox's body go rigid under me. His hips bucked, and his fingers tightly gripped the sheets.

"Yes, oh my God, yes," Knox hissed as his cum filled my mouth, and I reveled in the taste of him, feeling his girth spasm and twitch against my tongue.

When it was over, I pulled back, and I saw the sated, contented expression on Knox's face. I climbed up his body until we were chest to chest. Then he grabbed my face gently, his fingers tracing the lines of my cheek.

"Thank you," he murmured, his voice barely a whisper. "It's been so long since I…" the sound of his cell phone ringing interrupted Knox. "Shit, I have to take this call. I have the phone on silence except for family. Something might be wrong."

With a groan, Knox climbed out of bed, crossed the room, and pulled his phone out of his discarded pants. His tan skin paled. Then he answered the call.

"What's wrong Mom?"

He listened for a moment, then started pacing the room.

"Damn it," Knox frowned. "Did she even know she was pregnant? Because she never told me."

I got to my feet and went to the bathroom to get my clothes. Whatever was going on, I suddenly felt like an intruder. After picking my clothes up off the bathroom counter, I turned around to see Knox at the door. He held his hand up, like he wanted me to stop what I was doing. He made another gesture which I didn't understand, then he turned around and went back into the bedroom. Instead of putting my clothes on, I wrapped a towel around my waist.

"Mom, it's the middle of the night," Knox sighed. "I'll see what I can do, but I won't be able to leave until the morning. I mean, I'm in the middle of the Gulf of Mexico. How was I to know Summer was going to lose a baby? I didn't even know she was pregnant."

I strolled into the bedroom and sat on the overstuffed sofa across from Knox. His shoulders were slumped, and his eyes were wide, like he was in shock. My heart clenched just looking at him, because he obviously cared about this woman deeply.

"Mom, tell her I'm on my way, and I love her," he murmured, then he disconnected the call. Knox sat there for a moment with his eyes shut. His shoulders were now rigid, and his jaw tightened. Then, without opening his eyes, he spoke to me.

"That was my mother telling me my sister had a miscarriage. This is the third baby she's lost, and she's not handling it well." He opened his eyes, and even though they were trained on me, it felt like he was speaking to someone else. A tear snaked down the side of his nose, and he absently swiped it away. "Tomorrow morning I'll have to see if the concierge can get a helicopter to fly me to the nearest port so I can go home."

I didn't know what to say or do, but my heart was aching for this woman I'd never met, and for Knox. We sat in silence for a few more moments, then I got to my feet.

"Well, I guess I'll go back to my cabin and…"

"Please, stay the night." Knox stood up. "I'm sorry about all this, but would you please sleep with me? I don't want to be alone."

I crossed over to him and took him in my arms.

"Of course," I hugged him, and I felt his shoulders begin to quake. "I'll do whatever you want, Knox. I'm truly sorry."