16. Elton

CHAPTER SIXTEEN

Elton

Why does it make me inappropriately happy to see that Knox looks like he’d literally rather be anywhere else?

As he sits on my couch, munching on the pasta I ordered for us, he looks entirely uncomfortable.

Good.

Part of making new friends is branching out of your comfort zone, and Knox’s comfort zone is lined with razors and covered in DO NOT ENTER signs. But if he wants my ass—which I think he does more than he’s letting on—then he has to put in the work.

I get up to grab us some more red wine. He had scoffed at it at first until he took the first bite of his Rodolfo’s and conceded that it’s not a beer type of pasta. I come back with the bottle, pouring us each a generous amount that I know we’ll need before speaking. “I’d like to reevaluate our fuck-buddy relationship.”

He chokes on his linguine. “Our what?”

I roll my eyes at his dropped jaw. “Calm down. The word ‘relationship’ doesn’t always mean dating. What are you? Twelve? I’m just saying, I think we need to adjust the rules a bit.”

“How so?” he asks, gulping down some wine. “Everything I said before, I still want to apply. No feelings, nobody knows, and we only fuck around with each other.”

“Me too,” I say, because all those things seem reasonable enough to me. “But I’m not going to let you be a complete asshole anymore. If you want to be fuck buddies, that means we have to be buddies . Friends, okay? Like, we hang out first before jumping straight into the good stuff.”

I’ve thought a lot about this in the last week. While hooking up with Knox is hot, and I want to keep doing it, there’s always been something missing. It didn’t take a genius to realize that I’m not that great at meaningless sex. It feels amazing and incredibly euphoric when we mess around, but that high only lasts so long. Having Knox walk away after and treat me like shit just makes me feel…dirty. I’m sure some people can handle that—point taken at the man sitting dumbfounded beside me—but that’s not me.

“So we just…hang out?” he questions suspiciously, fiddling with his fork. “I can do that.”

“And can you…” I lick my lips, suddenly a bit nervous, even though I was fully confident going into this. “Can you be nice?”

He raises his eyebrow and scowls. “I already said?—”

“I mean during,” I rush out, my cheeks flaming as I continue. “I’m not expecting you to change your entire personality, and I love your filthy mouth, but could you be a bit nicer?”

Recognition dawns on him, and he sets down his bowl. He manspreads on my couch, looking far too sexy, and smirks. “I thought you liked being my dirty slut?”

I swallow audibly, my jeans tightening around my growing cock as I resist the urge to fan myself. “Oh, I totally do, man, but I guess my kink is…”

“I’m waiting,” he grates when I trail off, gesturing for me to get on with it. “Come on. I promise I won’t make fun of you. Just don’t ask me to piss on you.”

I wrinkle my nose. “Please don’t do that.” Sighing, I rub my hands on my thighs as I take a deep breath. “I think I might have a praise kink. Like call me your slut, but make it sweet, you know?”

I don’t know where it came from or if there’s some deeply rooted reason that I like the idea of being praised, but I do. The thought makes me all warm and fuzzy on the inside. Like, I don’t know, maybe he cares…

Not that I need him to. I don’t. I totally do not need that.

“That’s what you meant when you said be nice,” he says, nodding in realization. He squirms on the couch, obviously uncomfortable and awkward as hell. He scratches the back of his neck and blows a raspberry. “So—um—just say sweet things to you?”

“Yeah.”

“Like…how you’re my pretty babe,” he offers, his face scrunching as he does. “Or, maybe you’re just so perfect for me?”

“That sounds great,” I mumble. Already floating into my happy place, hope flutters in my chest. “So I can be your good little slut tonight? Like, I’m so dirty, but you treasure me and all that shit.”

His eyes widen. “Treasure you? That’s a little too much?—”

“Nope. No take backs,” I say, slapping my hand over his mouth. “You do my kink and I do yours.”

He wrinkles his nose in confusion. “I don’t have a kink.”

Oh, yeah, that’s a total lie. He gets off on me screaming his name, which, in hindsight, seems a little narcissistic, but who am I to yuck someone’s yum?

I kiss him instead of starting an argument, straddling him as I dig my fingers into his hair. He tastes like alfredo sauce and red wine, and it’s addicting. I moan into his mouth, flicking my tongue against his sexy-ass barbell, and hum as his hands migrate down to my ass.

“Move this up to your room?” Dipping his fingers into the back of my pants, he speaks against my lips. “I wanna have you naked and spread out underneath me, babe.”

Well, that was a bucket of ice water.

“What?” he asks when I tense, cocking his head as he rubs soothing circles on my hips. “I thought that was nice enough.”

I shake my head. “No, it’s just… Could you not call me that?”

“Babe?”

I have my reasons for hooking up with Knox, and he obviously has his own. I’m not going to hold it against him that he’s still hung up on someone, and I doubt I would have ever known if he hadn’t screamed it in my face, but I don’t need a reminder that I’m someone’s second choice.

“Yeah.” I squirm in his lap, settling my hands on his shoulders to have something to hold on to. “Call me something else.”

“Baby?”

“Nah.”

“Elton?”

“Be creative.”

He rolls his bottom lip in his mouth, obviously growing frustrated, until he smirks. “I think I’ll call you sweetheart.”

“Why?” I question, even though my dick definitely likes that.

“Because you’re too fucking sweet to literally everybody,” he says, almost like he’s pissed. “Because you’re always so damn nice, it’s annoying.”

“ Awwww ,” I coo just to fuck with him, rubbing myself against his chest as I drag my nose down his cheek. “You know all that about me, Knox? You do like me.”

“I literally just said it’s annoying.”

“And that’s why you’re my grumpy bear.”

“You call me that while we’re fucking and we’re done.”

I grind down on his lap, causing his lashes to flutter as his eyes fall shut. “I think you should take me up to my room then, before I change my mind and decide to find someone else to be my grumpy bear.”

His eyes snap open and narrow at me. “You’re not funny.”

“I think I’m hilarious.” Nipping at his lip ring, I tongue it for a second before pulling back. “Bet you can’t carry me up the stairs to my room.”

He snorts. “Why would I when you have two perfectly functional limbs for that?”

“Because it would be so hot,” I groan, rubbing our clothed dicks together as I moan. “Oh, fuck, Knox. Carry me up the stairs.”

“You’re the definition of a pillow princess. You know that, right?” He huffs, but urges me to wrap my legs around his waist. “If you fall and crack your skull, don’t haunt me from the afterlife.”

“Only when you’re masturbating— Woah !” I shout when he stands and takes me with him, holding me with obvious strain as his arms tremble. “Okay, maybe this wasn’t the best idea. You can put me down.”

“No way,” he says, his breaths ragged with the effort to carry me across the living room. “You said I couldn’t, so I will.”

“You’re so stubborn!” I laugh, holding on for dear life as he takes the first step. “Oh God. Seriously, put me down.”

He shakes his head, going considerably slower the farther up we go. “Can’t do that, sweetheart. Let Daddy take care of you.”

I wrinkle my nose. “Daddy? Where did that come from? Not my kink, Knox.”

“Of course you don’t remember.” He chuckles, looking far too amused as we reach the top step of the stairs. I don’t know how he knows which room is mine, but he takes me straight to my door. With as little grace as possible, he dumps me onto the mattress, nearly causing me to bounce off and fall ass-first on the floor. “Okay. It’s dick-sucking time.” Clearing his throat, his cheeks pinken. “I mean, it’s dick sucking time, please?”

“Well, you don’t have to be that nice,” I tease, knee-walking my way to the edge of the bed so I can lift the hem of his shirt. “I like you all growly and moody.”

He throws his head back and shuts his eyes, a deep sigh of impatience leaving him as I start working his shirt off. “Can you make up your damn mind, Elton?”

“ Sweetheart .”

“ Sweetheart , I’m two seconds away from punching—” He’s cut off by his own moan when I suck his pierced nipple into my mouth. I swear, everything about this guy is so damn sexy. Who has their nipples pierced anyway, and why is it so attractive? “Okay, not if you keep doing that.”

“I love your tattoos,” I breathe, unlatching my lips so I can run them down the forest scene on his chest. “You’re like a work of art, Knox.”

Speechless, he flushes as I move to his zipper, his mouth opening and closing as he tries to come up with a scathing retort. He shouldn’t. I just gave him a pretty hefty compliment and he should thank me for that. I’ll give him a pass…this time.

I fish him out of his underwear, shimmying them down until they pool around his ankles, and admire him for a second. He’s so thick, veiny and pulsing, the small little piercing right under at his base shining like a piece of candy. I lick the metal, savoring the taste, before taking the rest of him into my mouth. He groans, his hands automatically finding the sides of my face as I take him as deep as I can go.

“There you go, sweetheart. Such a hot fucking mouth,” he praises easily, too caught up in the moment to second guess himself. “You’re such a good little cocksucker. Take me a bit deeper.”

I preen at his kind words and the gentle way he’s touching me. He’s actually pretty good at this whole sweet thing. It makes me reward him by reaching up to play with his balls as I gag on his length. Cursing, he thrusts lightly into my mouth, the taste of his salty precum heavenly on my tongue. I look up at him through my lashes, and he smiles down at me, like he doesn’t find me entirely annoying, and it makes my dick jerk.

“Enough,” he says, pulling his cock out of my mouth as he pets my head. “You did such a good job, but I don’t want my cum down your throat tonight.”

A flash of nerves twists my stomach. “Are you going to fuck me?”

He licks his lips, helps me sit up, and shakes his head. “No, not tonight. You said you wanted to try everything with me.”

I tip my head to the side. “What? When did I say that?”

“Irrelevant,” he says quickly, slowly undressing me. “Tonight, and only tonight, you get to choose. What’s something freaky you want to try?”

Oh damn. I feel like I’m in a candy store. As he strips me, I start thinking of every dirty thing I’ve heard of or seen in porn. I know I have chocolate syrup somewhere downstairs in the kitchen. Ice play looks so fun too. I could use one of my ties and strap him to the bed and have my way with him. The possibilities are endless.

And Knox exhibits endless patience when we’re both finally naked, and I’m still considering my options.

But one look at his uncut cock and my mind is made up.

“Docking,” I rush out, already throwing myself onto the bed, presenting him with my aching cock. “Come put your foreskin over my penis.”

I didn’t think my request was funny but, apparently, he finds it hilarious. His abs contract with every laugh he lets out, little tears escaping the corners of his eyes. Pouting, I cross my arms over my chest as he gets it all out. “What? Do you not want to?”

“That might be the least sexy way to describe it.” He chuckles, still having a grand ol’ time at my expense. When I keep pouting, he sticks out his bottom lip playfully as he crawls over me. “Oh, don’t be like that. You want me to dock you, sweetheart?”

“Well, now I don’t.” Huffing, I try to bat him away when he hovers over me. “I thought it sounded hot.”

He raises both eyebrows, licking his lips as he drags his eyes down my figure. “So fucking hot. It feels great too.” He presses the heads of our cocks together, teasingly playing with his foreskin. “Want to come inside me, Elton?”

“Why do you make everything sound so fucking good?” I groan, eyes squeezing shut as he flicks his thumb, covering just the head of my dick with his foreskin. “Holy fuck, Knox. Yes. Yes . More.”

“Like this?” he teases, rolling more of him around me, engulfing my cock in him. I open my eyes because I have to see this, and I gasp as I watch him fuck both of us, wrapped snuggly up, looking so damn erotic. “Yeah, you like that, sweetheart. My little slut just wants to lay back and be taken care of.”

I nod breathlessly. Yes to all of that. I’ve always been the more dominant one in my sexual relationships, maybe because of my size and the way I look, but I’m more than happy to let Knox take the reins. It feels nice just lying here and taking it, letting Knox bring both of us pleasure as he fucks us in his fist. His deep grunts of satisfaction spur me on, making my toes curl, and when I feel our slick heads rub up against each other, tight in his heat, I know I’m going to come soon.

“Kiss me,” I beg, clawing at his tattooed back to drag him down. “Fuck, kiss me, Knox.”

He dives down with a growl, capturing my lips in his, and it’s the first taste of him that makes me come. It goes on and on, overflowing between the both of us, making his hand squelch as he speeds up his strokes, chasing his own release.

“You made such a mess, pretty thing,” he mumbles against my lips. “Come clean me up like a good slut would.”

As he lifts himself off me, I scramble onto my hands and knees, crawling until I can reach his sticky cum-covered cock. I go to suck my cum off him, but he holds my head still by anchoring his fingers into my hair, jacking into my open mouth, ferocious rasps leaving his lips as he explodes across my face. Licking my lips, I catch all of his release, and in a completely filthy fashion, he bends down and drags his tongue straight across my face, making my eyes roll to the back of my head.

“You said to clean you up,” I joke, even though I’m breathless and panting, and still trying to get the last bit of cum off my lips.

He shrugs, a lazy smirk on his lips as he pets my cheek. “I changed my mind. You’ve got a picture perfect cum-face, sweetheart. It’d be a travesty to not give it what it deserves.”

“Cum-face, huh?” I laugh, rolling onto my back. Quickly reaching for my shirt, I use it to clean up any cum, and then pass it to Knox. I reach for the controller after that, turning on the television. “What do you want to watch?”

He freezes halfway off the bed. “What?”

“I know you like horror movies, and those are chill with me. I have to warn you, though, I don’t scare easily,” I say, turning on a popular streaming service. Scooting over, I tap the spot beside me as I grab my fluffy blanket. “Come on. I’ll let you pick this time.”

Almost like a skittish little deer with wide eyes, Knox slowly moves to the spot. His breath catches and his abs tense when I snuggle up to his side, resting my head over his heart as I hand him the controller. “Okay, Knox. Do your worst.”

After a few seconds of silence, I feel him gulp. “You know what kind of movies I like?”

“Duh,” I snort, making myself comfortable on top of him. “The question for the night, however, is what we’re in the mood for. Classic slasher or home invasion?”

“You know the difference?”

“Don’t you?”

“Of course!” he nearly shouts, clicking onto the movies tab so he can scroll down to the horror section. “So, with slashers…”

I lie there and listen as he starts going on and on about how slasher films are a completely different subgenre from home invasion. He explains his top five favorite serial killer movies after that, making sure I know that those are entirely separate from the aforementioned two. When I try to argue with him about how monster movies are technically serial killer films, that starts a whole thing. Then we somehow end up arguing about which fictional monster would beat who.

We don’t turn on a movie all night.