Conception (The Wellingtons, #4) Page 12

  His hand comes down to the top of my head, his fingers tangling in my hair. I slowly draw him in and out as I make him wet. His taste is a mixture of salty sweetness. I pull him in farther, closing my eyes to concentrate on his pleasure. As wet as I am, this is solely about him. I suck in my cheeks and grip the base of his cock as my head bobs in and out, increasing the suction. My tongue moves in a simultaneous rhythm, a perfect harmony of my licking and sucking along his shaft.

  After I work him over, I return my cheeks back to normal and gently release until only his tip remains in my mouth. My tongue swirls, flicking the tip and teasing him. Opening my eyes, I lean forward, open my throat, and take him all the way in until my nose is pressed up against his skin. When he shudders, I know I’ve hit the spot. Slowly, I retreat, and he groans as his cock leaves my throat. Not wanting to disappoint him, I deep-throat him again. His moans of ecstasy reverberate throughout the room; he’s so damn close. More than anything, I want to get him off, and I want to get him off now.

  I devour him, engulfing the sinewy length of him, fucking his cock with my mouth like there’s no tomorrow. Hell, there could be no tomorrow for us, and the thought causes my senses to go into overdrive. Suddenly, I want more than just to taste him. I crave the sweet reward shooting into my mouth.

  Knox, however, seems to have other plans. He tries to pull out of my mouth, but I suck him harder, keeping him in place.

  “Melia, stop,” he groans. “I’m going to come.”

  I want him inside me. But I’m too far gone for this. I ache for his release first.

  His eyes are hooded, his face contorted with painful pleasure as he tries to hold himself back—something I do not want him to do. My hands move around to grip his ass so I can take him in as deep as I can take him. I can’t wait any longer. I crave the taste of his climax. I hum, knowing that the vibrations will help send him over the edge—and I’m not wrong.

  His hand tightens in my hair, almost to the point of pain. His thighs quiver, and the vein in his dick vibrates against my tongue as his cock jerks. When I increase the suction of my mouth, his echoing pleasure empowers me to keep up my frantic pace as he fucks my mouth. He pumps harder, deeper, and I devour him. His breathing increases, and with one last long pull, he gives in to ecstasy. He floods my mouth with a hot stream of salty sweetness, and as he tries to pull out, I grip his ass to keep him in place, milking every last drop out of him. As I swallow his load, I slowly slide back, sucking along the way until I reach the tip. My tongue swirls around his sensitive head, the act causing him to shudder beneath me.

  After one last kiss to the tip of him, I rest back on my knees and peek up at him. His demeanor is full of satiation and pure pleasure. So I rise from my knees, only just now feeling the ache in them.

  “Ah. Thank you, Knox,” I whisper, licking my lips. “That was delicious.”

  He snaps out of his pleasure trance and looks up at me in disbelief. “Thanks? You’re thanking me?”

  I grin as he falls back onto the bed, bringing me until I’m nestled on top of him. Our naked bodies, slick with sweat from the heat in the air, press together, and it’s killing me not to grind against him.

  His hand comes up as he trails a finger across the curve of my cheek. “Jesus Christ, woman. No one’s ever taken me that deep before.”

  Even though I know I’m only the second woman he’s been with, I still take it as a win. Smug satisfaction spreads throughout my body like a thick, hot stream of molten lava, sending every one of my nerve endings aflame.

  Raising an eyebrow, I crawl on top of his still hard erection. “And now it’s time for me to say the same.”

  Thankful I thought to grab condoms from Sunny’s stash—five freaking days ago—I lean across to my nightstand and take one out. Knox watches with desirous eyes as I rip it open with my teeth then smooth it on over his cock.

  Settling in over him, I position myself to take his length, first rubbing it along my folds, spreading my wetness over him. He tries to take hold of it, but when I shoot him a glare, he settles back against the pillow, his fists at his sides. I reposition my hips, allowing the tip of him to glide into my entrance.

  Paradise.

  Inch by slow fucking inch, I fill myself with all that is Knox, and when he’s buried firmly inside me, I close my eyes and relish our sensual connection. I hold still, taking it all in, the way he’s stretching me, filling me, completing me.

  I take his mouth, our tongues instantly tangling as I slowly start to rock my hips in a circular motion, creating the most delicious friction on my clit. Knox’s fingers trail along the curve of my spine, and I’m surprised at how he seems content at our languid pace, the previous ravenous desire transforming to a slow burn.

  It’s all too much.

  Yet it’s not enough.

  I need more.

  My eyes drift closed as I tear my mouth from his, leaning back, his cock filling me even more profoundly than before. His warm hands roam my body, cupping my breasts while he alternates between squeezing and caressing.

  “This is exactly what I fucking meant when I said to mount me,” he growls, and my eyes flutter open to see him watching me with rapt interest.

  I blink down at him. “Knox…you can fuck me.”

  It’s all he needs to hear.

  He grips my hips and holds firmly, stilling my movements. Then he lifts up, scooting back until his back’s resting against the wall while I’m securely nestled in his lap. This new position plunges him deeper inside me, and I pick up my tempo, rocking up and down as desperation increases.

  Knox rams up into me. I slam down. Everything else disappears except for us, this moment. It’s not long before pleasure spreads through me like wildfire.

  “Oh god, yes. Just like that. Just like that,” I breathe.

  I’m on the edge.

  So damn close.

  Knox pulls out, holding me in place just on tip of his shaft.

  “Now that I have you right where I want you, I’m not sure I’m ready for you to come yet, babe.”

  If looks could kill, he’d be struck down right about now.

  “Nothin’ wrong with savoring a good thing, Melia. Isn’t that what you were trying to teach me before?”

  Oh, screw him for making me want to melt with one lust-driven nickname.

  “I surrender!” I practically pant. “We have all summer to savor. I need to come now.”

  Knox grins. He freaking grins. “My, how the tables have turned.”

  This time, I’m the one to growl. I wriggle my hips, trying to work my way down on him, but his grip on me is too firm. “Less talking, more fucking. Hard, fast—just freaking fuck me.”

  Mischievous eyes fill with pure lust, and I know he’s accepted the challenge.

  He brings a hand to my nipple, where he twists and tugs as he starts moving in and out of me. I close my eyes while he continues to work my breasts over, and I shudder as electric currents flow through me with every single touch when he replaces his hand with his mouth. With each plunge, his pace increases until he’s plunging into me with reckless abandon. He releases my breast and moves up to cover my mouth, his tongue darting back and forth until he pulls away and burrows his face in the crook of my neck. My hand finds the top of his head, running my fingers through his hair, tugging my insistence.

  “Harder, Knox. I’m so close. Please,” I breathe, and he doesn’t hesitate to give in to my request.

  His hips glide forward in quick, expert rhythm with such force the headboard slams against the wall with every single thrust, but we’re too lost in our lustful haze to care.

  As he brings me closer to the edge, the fire between my legs intensifies, and I close my eyes, ready for the ultimate pleasure to wash over me. Hot breath tickles my neck until his lips hover just over my ear.

  “Open them, Melia,” he growls. “I want to watch you when you come.”

  I comply, and my eyes meet his in a hooded, lust-filled fashion. He speeds up, plungi
ng in and out rapidly and vigorously, his eyes on me the entire time. My hands grip the sheets as my imminent release builds. After inhaling sharply, I can’t stifle the moan that crosses my lips, and it only serves to accelerate Knox’s movements as he drives into me, wild and frenzied.

  I’m done for as the crest of my orgasm sends pulsating sensations throughout my body in a toe-curling climax that has every nerve ending tingling with sweet satisfaction. My walls contract around him, and with two more quick thrusts, he erupts, and I milk out every single drop as he falls down on my chest, panting heavily as he presses a quick succession of kisses all over my skin.

  As we both catch our breaths, I start to come back to reality, and I’m suddenly aware of my surroundings. I’m in a blissful haze, and I could lie here for hours cuddled up with our chests pressed together.

  Hours? I could do this for the whole summer.

  Knox’s hand rests on the back of my neck, our foreheads connected, his eyes delirious and penetrating.

  “You need to promise me something, babe,” he growls.

  “Mmm. What’s that?” Because at present moment, I’m liable to promise him anything he wants.

  “Next time, it’s my turn to eat.”

  I’m sated. Utterly spent. Completely fulfilled—whether that’s from finally orgasming for the first time in months from male penetration or the size of Knox’s package, I’m not sure, nor do I care. Because wow.

  Yet the itch has barely been scratched. I hate thinking that this thing has an expiration date. But it’s something I have to remember. It’s the reminder I need to not let my heart get involved, to just have fun, enjoy the summer, and when it ends, it ends.

  Something tells me it’s not going to be that easy.

  Knox’s fingers trail along the column of my spine, eliciting shivers and goose bumps pebbling across my skin. I toy with a tuft of hair on his chest.

  After the first night when Knox left me breathless at my doorstep, I figured we’d be pretty hot and heavy early on. Never did I expect that he’d bide his time. In hindsight, a week wasn’t too crazy, but when you’ve only got three months, you need to start as soon as possible.

  Except he didn’t do anything. Sure, he kissed me—long, lingering, heated kisses. I kept expecting them to get deeper, for him to do something, but he didn’t. I started getting a complex.

  Now? I realize that it was totally worth the wait. I just can’t wait to see what happens when he takes the reins completely.

  “What are you thinking?” Knox asks, his sleepy eyes on me.

  “Honestly? I’m thinking about not leaving this room for the next three months.”

  His chest rumbles with silent laughter. “Something tells me Sunny would come looking if you did that.”

  “No doubt about it.”

  He must see the apprehension I suddenly feel, because his fingers pause. “Hey. What’s that look for?”

  “It’s nothing. Well, okay, it’s something. Now, don’t go getting all cocky, but that was the best orgasm I’ve ever had. How the hell am I supposed to give that up at the end of the summer?”

  Even though I’m trying to be playful, Knox’s lips curve down into a frown. “’Melia…”

  I place a hand on his chest and rise to look down at him. “Knox, I don’t mean anything by it. I promise. Just admiring your prowess—that’s all.”

  I’m relieved when his frown fades.

  “You said you’re not a virgin,” he says. “Tell me about your first time.”

  I raise an eyebrow. “Really? You want to go there? Right now?”

  “Or I can go first,” he offers, but yeah, I don’t really care to hear about the other woman he’s been with.

  Resting my head against his chest, I play with his fingers while I tell him the same thing I told Sunny about Robert—who coincidently was my first. I should’ve known when he made it into an epic, romantic gesture—straight down to candles, Luther Vandross, and rose petals on the bed—that his idea of our relationship and mine weren’t jiving. But at the time, I clung to him in an unhealthy way. I’m not proud of it, but there’s nothing I can do to change it now.

  “It’s weird, ya know? All my life I’ve heard about saving yourself for your husband and that you’ll never get your first time back. About how special it is, blah blah blah. I’m not saying it was terrible. Not at all. Nor was the subsequent sex afterwards. It just… Whew. It wasn’t this.”

  Knox grunts. “So what happened between you guys? Why’d things end?”

  I’m not really sure why he’s so interested in this part of my past, but I have no shame when it comes to the truth. Hell, maybe Knox is the right person for me to finally air out everything about the past four years. Maybe that expiration date will come in handy.

  “I met Robert shortly after I started college, kind of at a time when I was pretty vulnerable.” I pause, nibbling on my lower lip. Knox remains silent, and I’m grateful he doesn’t ask questions. “We were good together. Had a lot in common, and it was nice finally not being alone. When it began, I never expected it to get serious, ya know? But as time went on, we got closer, and one thing led to another. Before I knew it, sex and I-love-yous happened.”

  Knox’s fingers trace along the curve of my back. “Did you mean it? Did you love him?”

  It’s an unexpected question. I lift up so I’m in the sitting position, my eyes cast downwards to meet his. “I did. In a way. I wouldn’t call it something fairy tales are made of or anything, but it was warm. It was comfortable. It was exactly what I needed at the time, and I won’t lie, part of me will always be fond of him and thankful for our time together. Unfortunately, over time, things changed. We both evolved, but we were growing in completely different directions.”

  Knox stares up at me, his interest surprising me. “I get that. I get that all too much. That’s what happened with Gwen and me.”

  “Gwen?” I ask, trying to ignore the knot in my belly at the mention of his long-term love.

  He lets out a small chuckle. “Long story short: We were as close to a Tennessean arranged marriage as you can get without it actually being arranged.”

  Oh, this sounds interesting. I cross my legs and lean forward, my elbows on my knees. “You have my attention,” I tell him, and his rumbling laughter causes his abs to quake. It’s a gorgeous sight, and as distracted as I want to be, I tear my gaze away and back to his now gleaming eyes.

  “Sure you wanna talk about this? I can think of much more exciting things we could be doing.”

  I hit him with my pillow. “You don’t get to drop an arranged marriage on me and not spill the details!”

  He holds his hands up. “Okay, okay.” He takes the pillow from my grasp and places it under the other one already resting under his head. “Let’s see… Where should I start?”

  “Umm, the beginning!”

  “Okay. Jesus, woman. I’ll start. Gwen and I grew up as next-door neighbors. Our dads often did business together, our moms running charity events and playing tennis together. I wouldn’t call them the best of friends or anything, but the four of them spent a lot of time palling around. When my mom and Margaret—Gwen’s mom—fell pregnant within a couple of months of each other, they were thrilled, as Mom tells it. When they found out I was a boy and Gwen was a girl, well, you can imagine with they thought.”

  “Next-door neighbors, practical best friends—why wouldn’t you hope for that?” I ask.

  Knox snaps his fingers at me. “Precisely. So, as kids, we were in close proximity. Didn’t have much choice. Play dates turned into childhood friendship turned into middle school crushes. I spent more time with Gwen than anyone other than my brother, and over time, especially when she grew out of her pretty red pigtails and developed boobs, I decided I didn’t want to just be friends.”

  “Boobs. Always a man’s downfall,” I tease.

  His eyes lower, his hand cupping one of my own. “These certainly were mine.”

  I tremble under the heat in
his gaze. “Back to Gwen.”

  “I’m touching your breast and you want to talk about another woman?” he asks, his eyebrows raised curiously.

  Well. No. But I like this. Getting to know him.

  “I’m not going to let you distract me from telling the story, mister. I’m too intrigued. Plus, you started this odd line of questioning. Only fair I get your story.”

  He gives my breast a good squeeze. I wrench backwards, his hand falling to his stomach, which rumbles when he laughs.

  “More intrigued by another woman than my hand. Ouch, Amelia. You really know how to hit a guy where it hurts.”

  I roll my eyes. “Continue, please.”

  He rests an arm behind his head, sprawling out even more on my bed, no doubt trying to distract me even further. “Anyway, we became a thing. Probably like you and that dipshit. What’s his name?”

  “Robert.”

  “Right. Robert. It was familiar. Comfortable. Easy. We both had plans for our future, even though we hadn’t even discussed how those futures would intersect. So, when she went off to Pennsylvania and I stayed in Tennessee for school, you could say we grew apart.”

  “That makes sense. I can’t imagine how difficult long distance would be. Especially in college, when you have newfound freedom.”

  “True. Not that I used mine for anything other than spending more time at Dad’s business. In the end, Gwen fell in love with and married someone else within four months of our breakup.”

  My mouth drops open. “Four months?!”

  “It’s what she always wanted, and I realized in hindsight she’d never kept it a secret. She wanted to be a wife, a mom. When it became clear to her she wasn’t getting that from me any time soon, she did what she had to. She dumped me for someone who would.”

  “Ouch.”

  Knox shakes his head. “Nah, it wasn’t that bad. Did it hurt my pride a bit? Sure. But she deserved to get what she wanted. And she married a good guy, so I can’t begrudge her—or him for that matter—for pursuing her dreams.”