“Knox,” I hiss, not sure if I said it aloud or in my head. His tongue taps a quick staccato on my clit. My hips buck, the rhythm pushing me to the edge. Before I get release, he eases back, and the pressure abates. I moan, frustrated that he can leave me like this.
His hands hold me in place, like hot brands on my sensitive skin. This isn’t enough. Deep inside I ache for more. I try to push myself up, to get what I want, but Knox is determined to take his time.
His finger traces the outline of my * before sinking in. I moan, falling back against the cushions. Fuck. I whimper, ready for more. It’s been so long and the mounting tension without release is almost too much. He seems hell-bent on driving me as crazy as possible before he takes me.
Then he adds a second finger. Pleasure races through me. He pauses and I gasp at the sudden denial. “Tell me what you want,” he murmurs.
“Knox,” I gasp.
“Tell me.”
“Please,” I moan. “I want more.”
He plunges back in with a third finger and I buck against him. Just as I’m about to go over the edge, he adds his tongue. I cry out. My hips move of their own accord, urging his fingers deeper and riding his tongue, wanting more. Needing more.
I’m completely at his mercy.
“Knox, please,” I beg. But he doesn’t let up. The world is already coming apart in my vision. I grind my * against his fingers, demanding more, craving a release that is so close.
I gasp as the tension builds. He groans from between my legs, coiling me tighter than a spring. The pressure builds and I can barely hold back a scream. Knox knows exactly what he’s doing.
Then he clamps his lips around my clit and sucks hard. The pressure explodes at once and I’m screaming and I don’t give a fuck if my neighbors hear. It rushes through me like New Year’s Eve fireworks. I’m drowning in a million pinpricks of pleasure.
My mind goes blissfully blank and every part of me has been spent.
When I open my eyes again, I find myself in Knox’s strong arms. He’s got that self-assured look on his face of a man who knows he’s too good.
“Was that a home run or not?” he asks.
“Ball one,” I say. I pull him in for a kiss and taste myself on his lips. Can’t let him get too full of himself. There are enough women who can kiss his ass. He needs someone who knows how to tease him. And hell if it ain’t fun.
“At least it wasn’t a strike.”
“Barely, but I’m willing to give you another shot.” Moving in his arms, I sit up further. He’s had his hands all over me, and I want nothing more than to return the favor, but one of us is wearing too much clothing.
“Bedroom?” he asks, as I work on the buttons of his shirt. They’re tiny and my pleasure-addled fingers can’t get them to do as I want.
“Here’s fine,” I say. Ignoring the buttons, I pull his shirt out of his pants so I can run my fingers under it. Anything to get more skin to skin contact with him.
“As great as that sounds, we’re going to need a bed.”
I groan and jerk my head toward the back corner of my apartment, where a twisted staircase leads to my bedroom. The downfall of my apartment: it’s a loft. I don’t want to waste time walking up the stairs. I want Knox right now.
Before I know it, he picks me up like I’m nothing and carries me up the stairs without even breaking a sweat.
“Admit it—you did that to show off,” I say. As quick as I can blink, Knox drops me on the bed.
“Maybe to prove that not all baseball players are wimps.”
“I thought you were just a guy who owns a bar?”
“I do that too.”
Rolling up to my knees I work on his belt. There’s entirely too much fabric between my hands and his dick. Knox seems to agree as he yanks down the zipper on my dress. I pause to throw off my dress and he shrugs out of his shirt. Holy Shit, I work around elite athletes every day, but their bodies have nothing on him. Years of training have molded his body to perfection, and playing outside has left him tanned even in the winter. His arms and chest are thick with muscle from pitching.
“Rendered speechless?” he asks. I force myself to look away from his muscled chest and the six pack of abs that line a trail to the one thing I want from him.
I hide the longing in my face. Or try to, at least. I shrug. “Seen better.”
He gives a little shake of his head and I take the opportunity to undo his pants and push aside his boxer briefs, letting him out to play. I run a hand down his cock and wrap my fingers around him. He sucks in a breath.
I smile. Now he can feel exactly what it’s like to be teased.
“Easy there, slugger.”
I look up at him innocently. “Just practicing my grip. Should I choke up on it?” I close my hand around his shaft. A bead of pre-cum glistens on the head and I rub it with my thumb.
Knox reaches around and unhooks my strapless bra. It falls away, only to be replaced by his hands. My nipples tighten against his palm as he kneads them. It’s my turn to sigh.
“You’re doing great.”