Page 32 of Trash Talk
Chapter 20
Ruby- 2 months later
“Harder.” Oh, fuck. “Harder, Knox. Yes!Right there. Right fucking there. Shit.” Next thing I know, I’m coming so hard I see stars. My God, he’s amazing in the sack. He’s amazing out of the sack too. Which is where we are right now. Up against his office door. It’s like old times. My legs are still wrapped around his waist and he’s still raging hard inside me when he walks us over to the chair behind his desk.
He must be tired. That’s okay, I’m more than willing to do some of the work. I start to ride him. Slowly. Twisting my hips so his full-length presses against my front wall. That feels so fucking good. Gamóto, I love Sundays.
Leaning forward, I run my fingers through his long silky hair and grab it tight in my fist. His eyes are shiny dark pools of desire. Using my leverage, I pull his face to mine and crush our mouths together. He tastes so good. My lips move from his, to his neck, where I bite and suck my way down a stretched tendon as he throws his head back and grunts, breathing heavily. He loves that.
I make my way to his shoulder where my tongue traces the intricate bands of his tattoos. Polynesian tribal art; it’s a lot of lines, spirals and geometric patterns. There’s an encircled plumeria flower for his mom (her favorite) on the back that swirls up and around into an ocean wave with his dad’s name etched inside it on the front. A fierce tiger face between the two. And a round Samoan sun on his chest. All the art is connected with intricate black lines, triangles and bands that stretch down just past the middle of his forearm. The darkness is broken up with a few pops of red. It’s masculine and beautiful, just like him. I reach down with my mouth and suck his pert nipple into my mouth, and he groans, “I’m close, baby.”
Me too, but I’m gonna need a little extra if we’re going to get there together. We don’t say anything, just look into each other’s eyes. He knows what I need. He pulls one of his hands that was cupping my ass to the front and starts rubbing his thumb against my clit. Oh shit. Just as I’m about to go off I feel his other hand slide around my cheek. He presses a finger against me, and I explode. My eyes roll back, and I have no coherent thoughts. I’m lost in a sea of pleasure. I don’t want a lifeboat. I want to stay right where I’m at. Floating.
Boneless, I feel him pulling me onto him. Resting my entire body weight on his lap and against his chest. We sit like that, breathing heavily, for what feels like forever before he breaks the silence. “Sorry Shorty; I’ve wanted to try that for a long time, and I knew you’d love it.” It’s at this moment, I realize he’s pushed my limit. My hard limit. He didn’t enter without permission, just gave me a little pressure at the right moment. I did not think I was into that. But honestly, I’ve never been happier about being wrong. I’d like to incorporate that shit on the regular. And he might not realize it yet; but turnabout is fair play. The next time I go down on him; things are going to get interesting AF. If I were capable of doing anything right now; I’d giggle. Knox has no idea what he’s in for.
