8. Elton

CHAPTER EIGHT

Elton

I was so stupid to suggest this, wasn’t I?

As I stand in front of Knox’s door, hand poised and ready to knock, I’m having regrets. It feels so unnatural to be here, ready for some no-strings-attached fun, when I would normally be out on a date to find my forever person. It also doesn’t help that his response to all my texts throughout the day were short and cold, showcasing just how much he doesn’t like me.

Why am I doing this?

I should just call this off. Turn around, leave, and find a date for tonight. This isn’t the end game, so why waste the precious time I have?

But it’s that thought that knocks me out of my indecision. That’s the whole point. This precious time is when I should be having fun instead of constantly being rejected for wanting the things I do. Knox might not be nice, but he’s definitely a good time when his mouth is otherwise occupied, and I have to remember that.

With a deep breath, I knock on the door, fidgeting with the takeout in my other hand as I wait. It takes a few minutes and another knock before the door opens, revealing a shirtless Knox on the other side. For a second, I’m struck. He’s… Fuck me, he’s hot.

I never thought tattoos would do it for me, but all the ink on his chest is mesmerizing. He’s got a full chest piece of different forest scenery that leads to the vines that wrap around his throat. It’s black and white, but there are splashes of color that stand out against the dark grays, like the orange fox by his peck, the blue butterflies against his collarbone, and the green leaves falling on his stomach, almost like the forest is coming to life.

“What’s that?” he asks, pointing to the bag in my hand.

“I got us some food,” I say quietly, still staring at his chest. “Nice tattoos, man.”

“Why did you bring me food?” he questions, almost sounding suspicious.

That makes me pause. “Um, because I thought you might be hungry?”

“I already ate.”

Well, this is awkward. “Can I come in?”

Instead of an answer, he swings the door open and walks away. Okay, so it looks like I’m letting myself in with such a warm reception. I take a moment to look around his apartment. I didn’t get the chance to when I first woke up here, since I was hell-bent on finding my underwear and getting the fuck out. It’s huge, almost as big as the penthouse, but I note the lack of anything personal, and the cold gray tones. It’s like a model home, too clean and too perfect, staged for someone else’s viewing pleasure. It’s so different from his room, which screams of him .

“Before we start, there are some things we have to go over,” he says, gesturing for me to sit on the couch. “Feel free to eat while we talk. You’re going to need your energy tonight.”

I can’t help but blush at the reminder of why I’m here. I sit, taking out my burger, and I try not to feel self-conscious as he watches me eat. While I munch, he reaches for a little box on the side table and takes out a joint, lighting it and breathing in a deep drag. Smoke pools around his open mouth as his gray eyes assess me. Why is it that only he’s been able to make me feel so exposed just with a single look?

“So, rules?” I ask to settle my unease. “What are you thinking?”

“Nobody knows,” he states, sitting down on a loveseat across from me. “That’s not up for debate.”

I nod my agreement. “You don’t have to sell me on that.”

He gives me a cross between a grin and a scowl. Touchy. “This is just sex. We’re going to do it because we’ll have some fun, but that’s it. I’m not your best friend. I’m not your confidant. I’m your fuck buddy.”

I didn’t go into this thinking that Knox Sanders would turn into my bestie. Pigs would fly before that’d happen. Although, the somewhat harsh way he’s referring to us as fuck buddies and his general air of gloominess does sour my mood a bit. It would have been nice to have someone to hang out with, but I don’t need that from him. “Yeah, that’s good.”

“We’re only fucking around with each other.” He continues, shifting his hips so he can reach for his phone in his back pocket. After fiddling with it for a second, he tosses it on the couch beside me. “I just sent you a screenshot of my test results. Since it’s just us, I want to forgo condoms.”

I swallow harshly through my bite. Holy shit, this is so clinical. “Um, I don’t have any copies of mine. I got tested before I went to Spain and haven’t hooked up with anyone since.”

He just shrugs. “Get them soon and send them to me when you do.” He gestures at my half-eaten burger. “Still hungry?”

I rub my stomach. I didn’t eat a lot, but now the nerves and anticipation are setting in. Placing my burger down, I shake my head. “No.”

He nods slowly, humming as he stands and hooks his thumbs into the waistband of his sweats. “Good. Get naked and meet me in my room.”

Without another word, he shoves down his sweats, exposing his hard cock that’s…

It’s pierced. Holy shit, it’s pierced.

I have no idea how I didn’t notice that before. He has a barbell on the base of his cock, and is it me, or does it make his dick look even bigger now than before? Did it hurt? Does that make him more sensitive? How does it feel during sex? I’m only momentarily stunned by his piercing before the tattoos on his legs capture my attention.

It looks like he has an archangel on his right thigh—precise and defined wings, silver shield, glinting spear—who looks ready for a biblical war. The demon on his left thigh is filled with just as much detail—a shaded skull in place of a face, red robe swishing around its body, a deadly scythe in its hands—and they each look like they might be interacting with the other.

Knox doesn’t seem to want to give me any more time to ogle him, so he turns on his heels and?—

His. Ass.

Why is it that I’ve never noticed what a nice ass he has? Don’t get me wrong, I’ve noticed guys before, so maybe it was Knox’s particularly unpleasant personality that stopped me from finding him attractive before all this started. Still, one look at that muscular bubble butt walking away from me, and I don’t hesitate any longer. I start ripping off my clothes, jumping because I forgot to take my shoes off first, and tripping over my pant leg to follow him.

When I get to his room, he’s already splayed out on the bed, hands behind his head as he waits for me. I stand by his door, wondering what to do now and whether I’m supposed to join him.

He cocks his pierced eyebrow at me, snorting as he points at my underwear. “Are those fucking flamingos playing golf?”

I blush, playing with the end of my dark blue flamingo underwear. I don’t appreciate the mocking humor in his voice, so I scowl a moment later. “Fuck you, they’re cute. They even have little visors on.”

“Whatever,” he grumbles, rolling his eyes as if he regrets bringing it up. “Just get them off and come and sit on my face.”

I choke on my own spit. “What?”

“I’m in the mood to eat some ass,” he explains casually, like we’re not talking about him licking me… there . “I’m going to eat you out while you learn to suck my dick.”

“Oh, um, is that the best way to start this?” I ask, fiddling with my fingers, nerves making my neck red, even though my dick twitches. “I mean, I’ll totally go down on you. I just?—”

“Are you feeling self-conscious?” Sitting up on his elbows, he cocks his head tauntingly. “Don’t want my tongue to fuck you? Don’t want me to use my spit to open up your tiny slutty hole and get it nice and sloppy so I can finger-fuck it afterward?”

Hot.

Damn.

His mouth.

“Yeah, no, that’s chill,” I rush out, scrambling out of my flamingo briefs and onto the bed, nearly knocking him in the face with my knee. Once I straddle him, I hesitate with my ass above his face. “Do I just— Oh! Okay!”

I’m caught off guard when he grabs my hips and yanks my ass down, smothering himself with my cheeks as he pulls them apart to expose my hole. His hot breath fans against it, and I clench involuntarily. “Such a cute asshole, Elton. Did you shave?”

I bite down on my bottom lip and hope he can’t tell how hot my face is right now. I mean…yeah? Was I not supposed to? I wasn’t too sure what was going to happen tonight, and I know some people are into some hair, but I manscape, so I wasn’t about to let that go untouched. “Do you… Um. Do you like it?”

“You tell me.”

I’m not proud about the literal scream I let out when he flattens his tongue and licks one long, heavy line up my crease, his tongue fluttering over my hole, making my eyes roll to the back of my head. “Holy hell, man! What the fuck was that?”

“That was me ready to feast on this glorious ass, babe,” he says, and it’s impossible to miss the self-satisfied lilt to his voice. “Now, while you make the cutest noises, I want my dick sucked. So, get to work or get the fuck out.”

I bristle at that, biting down hard and clenching my jaw. What a fucking douche. I swear, he can go fuck right off?—

“ God !” I cry out, arching my back as he works some magic on my hole. What is he? A wizard?

He slaps my ass and growls. “Suck. My. Dick. Are you acting dumb on purpose?”

“Calm down,” I bite out, glaring at him over my shoulder. “I’ve never done this before. Aren’t you supposed to be empathetic or something?”

“Everyone has a first time. What makes you special?” He scoffs with another eye roll. “I’m not expecting anything extraordinary, if that’s what you’re worried about. It’s okay to be mediocre. Just put it in your mouth and suck.”

Not expecting anything extraordinary? Mediocre ?

Fuck him very much.

He thinks I’ll be anything less than spectacular? That jerk! I’ll show him who’s mediocre. I’ll give him the best damn blowjob he’s ever had, as if my life depends on it.

I dive onto his cock without a second thought. I may be a little too enthusiastic and choke on him when my nose meets his balls, but I power through. I gag, my spit pooling around his length and flowing down to the comforter.

But it’s totally worth it with the way his nails bite into my ass as he hisses.

Gotcha.

“There you go, babe,” he coos, petting my ass as I go to town on his dick. “Such a cock hungry little whore, aren’t you, Elton? Greedy for some cum?”

My eyes roll to the back of my head. Not just because of the fact that he’s now drilling me with his tongue, but his words . I don’t know if I should be concerned that I’m practically ready to get off on him talking dirty to me, but I’m so here for it. I moan around his length, holding on to his thighs for dear life as he sucks on me and scrapes his teeth against my sensitive flesh.

Okay, it’s official. I love getting my ass eaten out. Turns out, sucking dick isn’t so bad either. Once I get past the fact that my jaw aches a bit, it’s actually pretty fun. It’s like licking a popsicle. Maybe not as sweet or cold—warm and musky on my tongue—but intoxicating all on its own.

Plus, the way Knox is reacting is enough satisfaction for me. He likes to act like he doesn’t give a fuck, but his body can’t lie. He’s into what I’m doing, and I’m sure he’ll remember it as anything but mediocre.

Pulling back, he teases his finger against me. “Going to finger you now. Don’t bite my dick off.”

I gulp around his cock, which causes him to let out a deep curse of satisfaction. Turning my head to look at him, I wonder if we really have to do this right this instant, but I’m not given a choice when he slides his finger in and?—

“Ow!”

“It’s just the tip,” he snaps, wiggling what feels like his entire damn arm. “Just relax, Elton.”

I narrow my eyes. “If it’s so easy to relax, how about I do it to you?”

He snorts. “Go for it.” He keeps his finger inside me as he reaches with his other hand to rifle through his nightstand. Pulling out a bottle of lube, he tosses it next to me. “I love getting fucked.”

My jaw drops. I stare at the lube like it’s acid and shake my head. “Oh, I don’t have to. If you don’t want me to?—”

“First, you don’t want me to eat your ass. Then, you refuse to relax so I can tag your prostate and make you see stars. Now, you’re going to deny me an orgasm? Make up your mind, Elton. Do you fucking want to hook up or not?”

He shoves me off him, and I sprawl onto my back. He’s absolutely pissed and… Fuck, it’s a look . Why the hell is the whole brooding asshole thing doing it for me nowadays? I feel like that’s something I definitely have to do a deep dive on at some point.

I swallow harshly. I’m not sure why I’m teetering. I do want this, truly, but I’m just nervous, and he’s not being very understanding. Which, I guess, makes sense. This is only a hookup. I’m so used to searching for love and connection, that I forget that people don’t always need that to get freaky with each other.

I close my eyes and take a deep breath. It’s hard to let go of the mission that’s ruled my life for so many years. Ever since I was a kid, I just wanted to find the one . Knox certainly isn’t, and my mind is having a hard time processing that.

“Elton,” he says. He’s not cruel, but firm, his dark gray eyes showing he’s not messing around. “Make up your mind. You’re free to walk out the door if that’s what you want. No one is forcing you to be here.”

“I…”

I struggle to find the words I’m looking for. So, instead, I show Knox what I want, and I feel humiliated as I do.

Crawling forward, I press my chest against the bed as I hike my ass in the air and pull apart my cheeks. My face is flaming as silence fills the room. I think for a second he’s changed his mind and realized I’m too much work for a fuck buddy, but relax when his hands land on my hips.

“There you go, babe,” he mumbles, petting my skin softly as he nips at the spot just above my entrance. “Let’s try this again. This time, fucking relax.”

I nod, even if I’m not sure he can see it. I don’t hold my breath, but exhale through the pressure as he slots a now-lubed finger against me. He enters me just as slowly as he did before, giving me time to adjust, but I still tense.

“Hush, you’re fine,” he deadpans when I let out something akin to a whine. “I’ll make you feel real good in a second. It always hurts the first time.”

I snort through the discomfort. “I thought you said I wasn’t special.”

I don’t know if that’s the right thing to say because he doesn’t answer me. He’s probably tuning me out, like most people do when I start to ramble. That thought gets pushed away when he starts thrusting his finger gently, curling it, and I gasp when it hits something that makes me jerk forward.

“Found it,” he mumbles smugly, then reaches under me for my cock. “Now, let’s see how long this takes.”

I want to bark at him to take his goddamn time, but I’m too caught up in the way he’s stroking whatever heaven-sent spot that is inside of me. What starts off as a gentle press turns into a relentless thrumming, playing me like a fiddle.

“Knox!” I cry out like the slut he calls me, pounding my fists against the bed as he jacks me harder. “I’m going to come!”

He snorts. “Of course you are. Go ahead. Come for me and make sure it’s my name you’re calling out. Fucking scream it so that the neighbors hear. Let everyone know who’s making you feel good.”

I find that slightly odd, but the thought doesn’t linger for long before I’m exploding all over his black comforter, my body twitching and practically convulsing from the electric pleasure he’s giving me. “ Knox, Knox, Knox !”

This triggers his kink, because at the sound of me calling his name, something hot and sticky hits my ass. When I regain my faculties, I turn my head, watching as he smirks down at his cum glistening on my skin. He gives me one rough slap before hopping off the bed and moving toward the dresser.

“Um…” I don’t know what to do as he throws a towel at my face. “So, sorry about that.”

He raises his pierced black eyebrow, apathetic as ever, as he pulls on some boxers. “About?”

“Well, you had to nut on your own,” I say, standing as I wipe off. “Wasn’t that supposed to be my job?”

“Yeah, it was,” he grunts. Rolling his eyes, he snatches a pack of cigarettes off his desk. “Maybe next time you’ll actually do it.”

I gasp, slapping my hand over my heart. “Hey, it was my?—”

“Yeah, yeah, your first time.” He places a cigarette in between his lips as he walks to the door. “You’ve been here before. You know where the exit is.”

I’m caught off guard by his need to get rid of me so quickly, standing in his room like a naked idiot. I follow him out to the living room, where he’s headed to the balcony and stop him. “That’s it?”

“What were you expecting?” he asks blandly, turning to throw me a filthy smirk at my naked body and slightly still-hard cock. “I’ll text you.”

I go to open my mouth and say something else, but the bastard walks out! What the actual fuck!

Storming angrily into his room, I grab my lucky flamingo briefs, yanking them on in frustration as his words replay in my head. Who does he think he is making me come, then just dipping? Aren’t we supposed to…

Well…cuddle? I guess that doesn’t sound right. Is this really what modern-day, no-strings hookups are now? A fuck and a bye?

I tell myself that it’s not what I want, but what I need right now. As I finish getting dressed and leave his apartment, I remind myself that I’m not searching for love, just for some fun.

And, while Knox is the prickliest asshole I’ve ever met, I can’t deny that he made me come harder than I ever have in my life.

I’m definitely coming back again.