37. Elton

CHAPTER THIRTY-SEVEN

Elton

I nearly run into the door in my excitement, forgetting that handles exist for a reason.

As I enter XO, my head whips around frantically, searching for the one person I haven’t seen in over a week.

While my parents, Everest, Rhys, and I had an awesome time over the holiday break, it’s been way too long since I’ve seen Knox. We texted all throughout the trip, sending each other sexy messages, and trading selfies back and forth, but it wasn’t enough.

I spy him by the bar, actually chatting with Skylar in what looks like a rather uncomfortably awkward exchange, and speed-walk my way over. When he sees me, his eyes widen, and he up-nods at Skylar and pushes off the bar. We meet halfway, and it’s all I can do to resist throwing myself at him and mauling his handsome face off.

I clear my throat, digging my hands into the sides of my shorts to refrain from grabbing his fine ass. “Lennox. It’s a pleasure to see you.”

He snorts. “Why the fuck are you talking like that?”

This time, my mask falls, and I whine. I drop my voice to a hushed and urgent whisper, trying to keep my distance. “Fuck, baby, I’m so horny. I missed you so damn much.”

He bites his bottom lip, jostling his piercing, and quickly scans the area. It’s only Skylar at the bar right now, the rest of the crew not here yet for opening, and he’s distracted looking at his phone. Knox takes the chance and seizes my wrist, dragging me up the stairs.

“Going to fuck you so hard,” he growls, digging his nails painfully into my skin. “Had to fuck my fist so many times thinking of you, sweetheart. Need those perfect lips around my cock.”

“Yes, now, let’s do it,” I urge him, using all my self-control to not get on my knees in the upstairs hallway.

But it seems that’s exactly what he wants.

He shoves me against the wall and forces me down on my knees, already working to unzip his pants with shaky hands. I gasp and look around. “Can we do this here?”

“Whether we can or can’t, I don’t fucking care,” he rasps. Taking out his cock, he slaps it against my lips. “I need you now. I want you. Can’t fucking wait any longer.”

It’s all so incredibly erotic—this sticky desperate need between the two of us—and our sexual frustration is coming to the boiling point if we can’t even walk three steps to a locked office.

“You like it, though,” he teases, rubbing his cock against my lips, pushing against the seam as I flick my tongue out to lick his slit. “There you go, slut. You secretly want to get caught, don’t you? Want everyone to know you’re so fucking filthy for me?”

Knox has unlocked several of my kinks, and this is one I never expected, although I should have known how much I liked it after the whole restroom incident. The rational side of me knows this is a bad idea, only because Knox is still keeping us on the down-low, but the needy part of me that demands recognition is all about it.

Let someone see us. Let someone know. Let them witness just how much I love him.

I gasp as he shoves his cock in my mouth, momentarily stunned by the internal admission. I can’t believe that out of every tender moment we’ve shared together, every intimate encounter, and every sweet memory, that this is when I realize it.

With his cock all the way down my throat, tears in my eyes, and snot down my nose, I acknowledge that I’m in love with Knox Sanders.

“ Fuuuuuck , I missed this,” he groans, cupping my face so he can have a better angle. “I’m only going to abuse that sweet little throat of yours for a minute, sweetheart, because I need in that ass. Just couldn’t pass up the chance to put those dick-sucking lips to work.”

Yeah, I’m definitely in love with him.

He does as he promises, only using me for a moment, before helping me up. Spinning me around, he presses my face against the wall, and all I can think about is telling him how much I love him.

“Knox,” I gasp as he rips my pants down over my ass. “I?—”

“Damn, look at this fucking meal,” he growls, slapping both my cheeks. “If I wasn’t so impatient, I’d fuck you with my tongue first, but I can’t take it anymore.”

I don’t know when he found the time to get a packet of lube out, but he’s teasing my crease and sliding a finger in before I even have the chance to breathe. I hold back my moan, throwing my head against his shoulder, and fuck myself back onto him. “More. Your cock. Now, baby.”

It sounds like he’s speaking through gritted teeth as he shakes his head. “Gotta get you open, gaping, got to have this tight hole loose for me or I’ll hurt you.”

“I don’t care,” I sob, so overcome with love and impatience and need. “Stick it in, damn it!”

He hurriedly rushes to get me prepped, and it only stings a little bit when he slots his cock at my entrance, and pushes in. We both nearly shout at the same time, euphoric and hazy with lust that drives us both to fucking like animals.

He pounds into me with no mercy, digging his teeth into my neck, and marking me as his. “Don’t know how I survived without this ass.” Kneading my cheeks, he makes me see stars with every thrust. “My sweet little slut. So special to me. With the way you’re strangling my cock, I’m not going to last long.”

I shove my hands into my pants and whip out my dick, jacking myself at a weird angle to chase the same high as him. He shows me no mercy, and every brush of his hand against my throat, or down my sides, has me falling in love with him all over again.

It’s when he does something I didn’t expect that I lose it. I actually burst into goddamn tears as he raises my arm, kissing the spot underneath my suit jacket where our shared flamingo hides.

“ Knox !”

I know I’m being far too loud, but I can’t help it. I spray against the wall, convulsing, my dick jerking with one last heroic jet of cum when molten heat fills me. He sags on top of me, still kissing my arm, only moving to the spot right behind my ear when my legs give out.

“I’ve got you, sweetheart.” He chuckles into my ear, holding me up. “I’ve always got my special, perfect, amazing slut.”

This is it. I don’t care if it’s the wrong time. He needs to know.

“Knox,” I pant, wetting my lips as I turn to look at him. “Baby, I?—”

“Are you two done?”

It’s a bit embarrassing how loudly I yelp at the sound of Davis’s voice. Knox and I break apart quickly, and it’s only when Davis raises an eyebrow that I realize both our dicks are still out and that my ass is on full display. Kind of like a badass, but also a little pervy, he doesn’t give us the decency of turning around. He simply stares at us, unimpressed, as we pull ourselves together.

“Davis,” Knox begins, standing in front of me like some protective wolf mama. “I can explain?—”

Davis raises a sharp hand, stopping him. “Whatever it is, I don’t want to hear it. That —” he points at my cum currently drying on the pristine black wall “—is coming off. Whether it’s with Elton’s tongue or a rag, I expect it to be spotless in five minutes. Unless your perfect, special, amazing slut isn’t interested in that particular kink.”

My jaw drops. Fuck, how long was he watching us for?

I definitely don’t use my tongue, but I do scramble to rip off my suit jacket and clean the wall. Davis stands diligently and— oh God —Butch is here too! Can this get any worse?

“Perfect,” Davis says, once I finish and the wall is spotless. “Now, if you’ll excuse us, we have work to do.” He nods at both of us, walking around our stunned bodies as Butch follows. “Evening, gentlemen. Get to work.”

When Butch passes us, he shakes his head disapprovingly, but mimes his lips shut when Knox throws him a glare.

Once it’s just the two of us, unbelievably, we burst out laughing. I hug him close to my chest, both of us probably riding high off adrenaline and not freaking out more because of it.

“So,” Knox says through laughter, wiping at his eyes. “Is that your kink, sweetheart?”

I snort. “Maybe now it is,” I say sarcastically. I gulp after a moment, dropping my arms so I can hold his hands, rubbing my thumb against his flamingo. “Knox, I have to tell you something.”

“What is it?” he asks as he presses butterfly kisses to my cheeks. “Can it wait? I actually do have some work I have to get done.”

No, it can’t wait. I’ve never really been someone to take things slow. If I’m feeling it, I’m saying it, especially with this being the year of me , but I can’t find it in me to tell him the truth. There has to be a more romantic way of saying it, and getting caught fucking by our boss probably isn’t it.

What story am I going to tell? Yeah, I told Knox I loved him with his dick down my throat?

So I grin instead, kissing him back. “Yeah, totally. I should probably get to work too.”

And it’s with those words that we part, holding hands until we’re in full view of the club, where people are slowly filtering in for their shifts. We drop our hands as we descend the stairs and go our separate ways.

All the while, I know I have forever in my heart.