Knight pressed his forehead to mine as he palmed my tiny A-cups. “Fuck, Punk.”
I looked down too, but mostly to admire the massive bulge that extended up the front of his camo pants and into his tight black T-shirt. I ran my hand up his length over his clothing and felt his hips thrust into my palm involuntarily.
The sound of a car door slamming shut in the parking lot caused Knight’s head to snap to attention. “Inside. Now,” he growled, yanking open the fire escape door and all but throwing me inside.
Before the exit had even clicked shut Knight was on me again, pressing me against the wall in the narrow door-lined hallway and shoving my tight ripped jeans down to my knees. He slid a scarred, callused hand between my legs and smiled against my lips.
Knight never smiled.
“You still have that one too,” he rasped, teasing the silver barbell in my clit. The one he’d put there before I was even old enough to drive.
“Mmhmm,” I moaned as a thick finger pushed inside of me.
Suddenly Knight’s smiling mouth was gone, nipping and biting its way down my sternum, teeth grazing my protruding ribs, canines catching on my jutting hipbones, until his warmth was where I needed it most.
With his middle finger buried in me to the last knuckle, Knight ravaged my slippery flesh the same way he’d attacked my mouth. Licking and sucking and taking no prisoners. My legs shook. My knees, tethered to one another by my jeans, threatened to buckle. And my hands finally found an excuse to rub Knight’s fuzzy, velvety-soft buzzcut again. I knew I wouldn’t last long, but when Knight caught my barbell between his lips and flicked his tongue back and forth across the oversensitized flesh I was a goner.
I contracted around his thick finger and clamped my thighs together around his hand and writhed against his merciless mouth as fireworks exploded behind my eyes and the sparkly embers coursed through my veins.
I sank to the floor where Knight was still kneeling and kissed his slippery, self-satisfied lips as he unbuttoned his pants. Tugging his black Terminus City T-shirt over his head, I marveled at the new United States Marine Corps tattoo on his left pectoral muscle. A lot had changed since I’d seen him last, but for now, we were going to focus on the things that had stayed the same.
Like the way our bodies and pulses and pupils responded to one another regardless of what our brains were screaming. Like the undeniable black depths of our connection. Like the way Knight always figured out a way to fuck me with my boots and jeans still on because he was too impatient to deal with taking them off.
As my eyes roamed down, past Knight’s new tattoo and over the ripples of his stomach, they stopped and stared at the sight of his cock, free and thick and dripping with precum. I reached for it, saliva pooling in my mouth, but Knight caught my wrist and spun me so that I was facing away from him.
Pressing his length against my ass, Knight draped his chest over my back and snaked an arm around my waist, bending me over until I was on all fours. “I’ve waited too long to come in your fucking hand,” he growled, sliding the head of his cock between my legs as he kneaded my ass with his free hand. “I thought about you every fucking second, Punk.” He gripped my ass harder and pressed against my entrance. “Fuck, I missed you.”
Tears pricked my eyes as I nodded against his cheek. Lifting one hand off the floor, I gripped his hard forearm where it was locked around my waist and whispered, “I missed you, too.”
With a surge of emotion, Knight reared back, pulling my torso vertical as he filled me to the hilt. The hand that had been on my ass wrapped around my jaw pulling my face to the side as far as it would go. Knight kissed me with his serpentine tongue as his arms coiled around me in another soul-crushing embrace. With every thrust, I felt his apology, and with every tear, he tasted my acceptance.
Four
I woke up, sore and sated, on the cold tile floor of Terminus City Tattoo. The hallway was now dark, save for the red light from the EXIT sign overhead. My jeans and panties were around my knees. My bra was shoved up under my armpits. My tank top had been ripped down the front. And a sleeping Marine was molded to my back, his cock already hard again where it had come to rest between my sticky thighs.
So much for coffee.
“Knight,” I whispered, propping myself up on one elbow. “Knight, wake up.”
“Come back to bed,” he mumbled, pulling me back against his chest.
“We’re not in a bed,” I chuckled, elbowing him in the side. “We’re on the dirty-ass floor, and it’s dark out. Get. Up.”
Knight’s stomach growled in agreement.
“See? You need to eat,” I insisted, sitting back up and shimmying my bra into place.
“No. You need to fucking eat.” Knight’s eyelids snapped open, pinning me with his laser-scope stare. He reached out and jammed a thick finger into one of the valleys between my ribs.
“Ow!” I hissed, swatting his hand away. Knight was the only one who knew about my…issues with food. He’d watched me enough at school to realize that I was hiding it during lunch. Throwing it away in my napkin. He used to confront me about it and threaten to force feed me if I didn’t take at least a few bites.
I guess I’d fallen off the wagon since he’d been gone.
“Does he even give a shit?” Knight barked, sitting up abruptly. His zombie eyes narrowed, his face bathed in dim red light. “Does he not think it’s weird that he’s fucking a skeleton?”
I felt as if I’d been punched in the gut. My mouth fell open and my eyes welled with tears. There he was. The motherfucker who’d pushed me away time and time again. The one who humiliated me when we were together and stalked me when we were apart. The one who flew into violent rages at the drop of a hat.
The boy I’d just slept with was Ronald.
This motherfucker was Knight.
Feeling ugly and exposed under his disapproving sneer, I pulled my ripped wifebeater closed with one hand. “You didn’t seem to mind this afternoon.” I wanted to sound bold and bitchy, but the words came out weak and wounded instead.
If I could have run away I would have, but I was covered in cum and in desperate need of a new shirt. Schooling my emotions, I crawled away instead, in the direction of the restroom.
“Oh, I fucking mind,” Knight’s voice called out from the hallway as I sat on the toilet. I had just begun to pee when he pushed open the door and flipped on the light. He’d tucked himself back into his camouflage pants but hadn’t bothered to put on his shirt.
“I mind that while I was off getting shot at in Iraq, you were back here fucking some piece of shit dropout who doesn’t give two fucks whether you live or die.”
“He didn’t drop out, he got expelled,” I corrected, trying to stay calm as I wiped at the mess between my legs in vain.
“Will you hand me a wet paper towel?” I sighed, extending my open hand.
Knight did as I asked, his jaw clenched and nostrils flared. I could almost see the anger radiating off of him in waves as he wrung the white square out in the sink.
I snatched the cloth out of his hand and stood to clean myself up. I could feel the humiliation staining my cheeks pink, which only upset me more. I was trying so hard to act unoffended, but I knew my stupid fucking face was giving me away. “You did this,” I snapped, turning my back on him as I wiped the evidence of our blissful reunion away. “If you don’t like what you see,” my voice broke, revealing a glimmer of the insecure teenager I tried so hard to hide, “then maybe you shouldn’t have left in the first place.”
I threw the paper towel into the wastebasket, followed by my decimated wifebeater, and pulled my panties and jeans up over my ass.
“Better yet,” I pushed past him without making eye contact, “maybe you shouldn’t have come back.”
“Punk.” Knight grabbed my wrist, but I twisted it free and continued down the hallway. In the year that we’d spent together, I’d learned how to get out of all kinds of restraints.