40. Elton

CHAPTER FORTY

Elton

Everything is set.

As I wait by the front door of the penthouse, my eagerness makes me jittery. Knox said he was coming up the elevator, and I try to rein in my excitement.

When the doors open, revealing a handsome-as-ever Knox on the other side, I pounce on him.

“Hey, sweetheart.” He laughs and returns my kisses as he walks us backwards out of the elevator. “That’s a warm welcome.”

“You took your damn time,” I tease, slapping his shoulder. “I’ve been set up for hours now.”

His brow creases in confusion until he looks at what I’ve done. “Elton,” he breathes, a disbelieving chuckle slipping past his lips. “What is all this?”

It might look a bit crazy, but I prefer the term romantic . I pushed aside all the furniture in the living room and moved the circular dining room table to the center of the room. I’ve lined the surrounding area with flower petals and candles, with soft mood music filtering through the television speakers, heightening the lustful, sensual vibes.

“Happy Two Month Anniversary!” Smacking a kiss on his cheek, I take his hand and lead him to the impeccably set table. “Well, sort of two months. I don’t know. It depends on when you think our relationship actually started, but who cares? What do you think?”

“You didn’t need to do all of this,” he says, but he has a silly smile on his face, regardless. “I didn’t even get you anything.”

I don’t care about any of that. These last two months as official boyfriends have been the greatest time of my life. Knox is so sweet, so attentive, and I wanted to do something nice for him, nothing needed in return. Still, I’m going to fuck with him, because it’s just so much fun.

“That’s okay,” I tell him as I pull out his chair. “I wanted it to be a surprise, anyway. Now, I can gloat about the fact that I’m the only one who bought a gift.”

He narrows his eyes, playful and just a bit mischievous. “There’s no way I’m letting you hold that over my head.”

I shrug, so insanely happy as I sit. The salad is set and the roast is in the oven, so I pull out my present to him. Placing the small box on the center of the table, I urge him to pick it up. “Okay, here’s your gift. I think you’re going to love it.”

He raises a pierced eyebrow at that, nibbling on his bottom lip as he takes the box. I know he wants to look cool and passive, but the excitement in his dark eyes is evident. He carefully unwraps the red bow around the box, setting it to the side with so much care it makes my heart melt. When he pulls out a little metal tag, he cocks his head, holding it up in the air as if that’ll reveal what it is. “Um, I love it, sweetheart.”

I snort. “You don’t even know what it is.”

“Of course I do,” he snaps, wiggling the tag in the air. “It’s…”

“A security tag to the penthouse,” I say quickly, rushing through my words. “You’re going to need it to get in.”

Nodding, he smiles as he sets it down. “Makes sense. It’s more convenient if I can let myself in, instead of waiting for you to beep me up.”

I shake my head, my nerves shooting sparks down my arms. “No, Knox. I want you to move in with me.”

I can understand that this might seem like a big step taken too soon. Judging by his shocked face, Knox might think the same thing, but I don’t want to wait. I know he’s the right person for me, regardless of the time, and there’s no reason not to move forward with our lives. As long as he’s on the same page—which, the longer he’s silent, makes me question if he is. So, I do what I do best.

I ramble.

“It’s bigger than your apartment and closer to work, so it’ll be an easier commute.” I tumble through my words, trying to get them out as quickly as possible. “When I say bigger, I don’t mean to be a dick, but there’s more room for us. And for kids too. You know, when we get married and stuff, we’ll want the extra space. Not that we shouldn’t consider buying a house?—”

His eyes widen. “Elton.”

But I can’t stop now. Every thought I’ve had about our future comes gushing out of my mouth like word vomit. “Knox, I need to tell you something. You can be a dick sometimes, but that’s okay, because it weirdly turns me on. I mean, everything you do turns me on, but that’s besides the point because you’re just sexy, to begin with.” I take a deep breath, feeling a little frazzled but knowing this is the moment. “Lennox Sanders, we have matching flamingo tattoos and I own your favorite shirt. I know all about your obsession with horror movies, and you know that I’m extremely kinky, apparently. You make me feel like I can be myself. Like I’m not floating in loneliness, unable to have anyone understand me the way you do. I want you to move in with me because I l?—”

“You’re really intense.”

My passionate and somewhat graceless declaration of love gets caught on my tongue when he speaks. I blink, jaw dropping in a small gasp. “What?”

“This”—he gestures at the metal tag, at the living room, at me—“it’s all super fucking intense, you know that, right? We’ve only been together two months and, not only do you want me to move in, but you’re also planning which rooms the kids will go in.”

All the blood drains from my face as my heart momentarily stops. “I’m sorry, I thought?—”

“But for the life of me, sweetheart, it just makes me fall even deeper in love with you.”

“You what?” I say on an exhale, my heart racing now, my cheeks growing hot and rosy. I couldn’t have heard him right. “You love me?”

He stands, rounding the table so he can kneel by my side. Taking my shaking hands, he presses kisses to my knuckles and gives me the type of smile that I’ve always dreamed of seeing. “I love you, Elton. Yes, I’ll move in with you, and yes, I’ll raise our imaginary children in this penthouse. We can even get a dog.”

“Stop fucking with me.”

“I’m not fucking with you.”

“It’s not nice.”

“What the hell aren’t you getting? I love you.”

“You really do, don’t you?” I ask, tears blurring my eyes, and I curse myself for being so damn sensitive. “So, I didn’t scare you off?”

With a scoff, he stands and takes me with him. “Elton, if I were scared easily, we never would have made it past the Blue Nipples.”

I laugh at the memory, hugging him tightly as I rock us back and forth. “Can we serve those at the wedding?”

“Sure can, sweetheart.” He chuckles as he presses a kiss right behind my ear. “Now, I think you might be forgetting something.”

“Oh, right.” I clear my throat, pulling back so I can wipe my eyes with the back of my hand, wanting to at least be remotely presentable. “I love you too.”

“Think our dinner can wait?” Running his hands up my chest, he nuzzles his nose across my cheek, his piercing cool against my skin. “I really want to make love to you, sweetheart.”

I can’t help it. I gasp. “Knox Sanders, what the fuck did you just say to me?”

“What?” he teases, nipping at my neck as he palms me through my pants. “You don’t like that?”

Oh, I’m so here for it; I just never expected him to say something like that. It’s just another reason I love him. He keeps me on my toes, and I know I’ll never be bored with him in my life. He takes care of me while being all growly about it, he watches out for me while letting me do my own thing, he keeps me in check while embracing everything that makes me, me . He sees me for what I am, for what I want, and for what I need.

Just like I see him.

Without either of us having to say anything, we race up the stairs to my— our —room. We undress as we do, leaving a trail of clothes in our wake until we’re tumbling naked together onto the bed. As we roll around, our lips never part, greedy hands trying to map every inch of skin we can find, but when he reaches my ass, he stops.

He pulls back with a questioning and excited glint in his eyes. “Sweetheart…what do you have there?”

I nibble on my bottom lip, now suddenly coy and bashful about my other surprise. “You want to see?”

It’s a dumb question, but I wait for him to answer regardless before I turn over onto my stomach. His breath hitches and a low growl leaves him as he palms my ass cheeks, prying them apart to get a nice long look at the purple butt plug.

“You did a little shopping without me?” he asks, sinful lust dripping from his voice as he forcefully taps at the handle. “My little slut got himself some toys?”

I squirm as he continues tapping the head of the plug, the movement jarring it inside me, causing it to brush up against my sensitive spot. “Oh, fuck, baby. Play with it. Fuck me with it.”

“I thought you wanted me to make love to you,” he teases, even though he starts to rotate the plug, twirling it while simultaneously pressing it deeper inside me. “You just want a dirty fuck, don’t you?”

“No, no,” I whine, shaking my head as I try to back into the thrusts. “Make love to me, but like…”

“Make it filthy, but you’re not coming because of a fucking piece of silicone,” he rasps. Pulling out the plug, he practically roars as he runs his finger around my rim. “It opened you up so nicely for me. You’re gaping, sweetheart. You got yourself sloppy loose like a real slut.”

I nod because that’s exactly what I am. I’m a slut for him. Needy, horny, greedy, all of that. Desperate for his cock and his cum and his love. “Knox! Do something— Yes! ”

I scream as he thrusts the tip of his tongue inside me, licking around my rim in such an obscene fashion that I wish I had a camera recording this.

Another time.

“You taste so good,” he praises as he reaches over my body for the lube. “You’re going to feel even better breaking apart on my cock. Is that what you need? Need me to love you dirty?”

“I just want you,” I beg, feeling like if he doesn’t fuck me already, I’ll actually start to cry. Then I feel the head of him nudging against my hole, and everything turns to bliss as he fills me in one thrust. “Knox!”

“Yeah, sweetheart, this is all for me,” he mumbles, holding on to my shoulders as he starts plowing into me in earnest. “This heart, this ass, all the crazy, it’s mine.”

“All yours!”

“You’ll love me forever, Elton?” he asks, a desperate and almost panicked lilt to his voice as he layers his body over mine, flexing his hips, the angle making him hit all those incredible parts inside me.

Tears blur my eyes as I reach back to lace my hands with his. “Yes!”

“Always be mine?”

“ Knox , I’m going to come!”

The friction of my dick rubbing against the comforter in time with his thrusts is quickly becoming too much. I can sense he’s close too, because he drags his tongue down my ear, stuttering through his movements, hunger rising in the air.

“Elton,” he whispers, his voice so tender in comparison to how hard he’s railing me. Cupping my chin, he moves my head to the side so our eyes meet as our lips brush together. “You’re the love of my life, sweetheart. I’ll do anything you ask, forever. Promise you’ll never leave me.” I nod, but it’s not enough for him. He presses our foreheads together, the darkness in his eyes a whole different level of intense. “Promise me, Elton Hill.”

“I promise,” I cry, crashing our lips together as I come, coating the comforter underneath me with my release. I break apart on a gasp, twitching underneath him, ready to feel all of him. “Come inside me, Knoxy. Fill my slutty hole. Fuck, love me so hard.”

“I’ll love you hard.” Thrust . “Forever.” Thrust. “Because you’re the only one for me.”

He comes inside me with a choked groan, smothering my lips so I can taste his pleasure on my tongue. Fucking me softly through it, his hands wander everywhere as he shudders on top of me. He stays like that, panting heavy breaths against my back as he kisses the back of my sweaty neck. “Elton?”

“Yes, grumpy bear?” I mumble, worn out after that, ready to take a quick nap before dinner. “What is it?”

“I really do love you so much,” he mumbles, and I almost feel wetness against my cheek.

“I love you too.” I smile, eyes falling shut as I revel in being safe underneath him. “Mmm, can you clean us up? I’m sleepy.”

There’s a moment of silence, when I think he might not have heard me, until he rolls off and comes back with a wet towel. “Get on your back, sweetheart.”

I do as he says, letting him clean my cum and his off me. Once he’s done, I reach for him, bringing him down on top of me, cradling him against my chest so I can run my fingers through his hair. “You make me so happy, Knoxy.”

“You complete my life, Elton.”

And that’s the last thing I hear before I fall asleep, not needing to fill the space with dreams, when my waking life is so, so much better.