Just One of the Guys
Twenty Two

Corbin

"What's the craziest thing you've ever done?" Knox asks, a curious gleam in his eyes.

I have to think about it for a moment, trying to decide the best thing to give him. Obviously, I can't tell him that the craziest thing that I've ever done is *move from one end of the map to the other, hiding in witness protection, and enrolling in an all-boys prep school, while masquerading as an 18-year-old boy, except for when I'm with him.*

"A group of friends and I once snuck onto a party yacht as it was leaving the docks," I say, remembering the rush of stowing away on the yacht, the warm summer sun heating my skin as the cool breeze from it came floating across the water, blowing my hair from my face.

"We managed to hide in plain sight, blending in with all of the rest of the party-goers getting entirely too drunk and loud-which may have resulted in someone who knew me seeing us, reporting us to the owner and effectively ruining our fun and theirs as they turned the yacht around, taking us back to shore. To say we got into trouble for that little stunt is an understatement."

"I can only imagine," Knox says, with a grin, his fingers dancing up and down the length of my arm as he looks into my eyes and licks his lips, need and desire, swirling in their darkened depths as he obviously restrains himself from making a

move.

"How about you?" I ask, resting my hand against his jaw, the scruff that he has yet to shave scratching against my palm.

With his eyes still locked on me, he covers my hand with his own and turns his head, his lips grazing the skin of my palm as he places just a breath of a kiss against it.

"Allow myself to become completely enthralled with a girl that has awoken something in me that I didn't even know was there. A girl, who has kept me on my toes from the very beginning and has not made it easy for me to get close to her... which, by the way, drives me bloody crazy, because I crave everything about her: her smell, her touch."

He says all of this just above a whisper, as though he's afraid that if he speaks the words too loudly, it will scare me away, all the while trailing his index finger down my cheek.

Lowering his face towards mine, our mouths a hairs breadth apart, he utters, "her taste." "Knox..." I gasp as he moves in, erasing the sliver of distance that had been separating us.

As we lose ourselves to the passionate kiss, our bodies driving our movements, I find myself laid out on the couch, Knox's body hovering above my own, both of our breathing labored. The squeal of a buzzer sounds from the TV, signaling the game that's been acting as background noise to our makeout session has just ended. I can hear the spectators talking in the background but I'm not paying much attention to them.

Instead, my attention is rooted on the guy whose body is on top of mine, his arms holding his upper body off of me, as my thighs clench on either side of his hips as he grinds himself against my most sensitive parts, sending waves of pleasure coursing throughout my entire body.

Knox's looking at me like he's trying to make his mind up about something when he shakes his head. The fire in his eyes becomes my undoing as I close the distance between us.

Wrapping my hand around his neck, I pull until his chest and every single inch of our bodies are touching: his molding to my own, and his thrusts continuing to stoke the fire between my thighs-my need for him to soothe the ache becomes almost too much.

Suddenly, he pulls back, lifting himself off me and sitting on the cushion at my feet, putting some distance between us. But distance is the absolute last thing I want right now.

"Knox..." I whine, getting up from the couch and climbing into his lap. My knees rest on either side of his hips as I straddle him, lowering my mouth to his, the need to feel him is too great to put any distance between us. We both release a moan as I begin grinding on him. Reaching out, I grasp hold of his hand and place it between my thighs where I need him to touch me.

"I'm trying to be good," he growls, breaking the kiss and tracing my jaw with his nose.

"Right now, I don't want you to be good..." I murmur, my voice husky, laced with desire for him. I continue rocking my hips against his pelvis, causing him to close his eyes as a hiss leaves his lips, his straining cock swelling against me and begging to be released.

"Christ, woman."

The leash on his control snaps, the hand not between my thighs wraps around the back of my head, clenching my hair in his hand and pulling until he has me right where he wants me. He continues planting kisses down the column of my throat and suckling the flesh, no doubt going to leave a mark but right now, I can't bring myself to care.

I'll just add that to the list of tomorrow's problems.

Knox pushes me back down onto the couch, bracing himself over me, my hands fall from his shoulders and begin trailing over the expanse of his large arms, my fingers raking over the muscles as my nails bite into the skin through the thin material of his shirt. Pulling his hand from between my thighs, I groan, at the loss of contact as he grasps hold of my hip, pulling me tighter against him. His erection rubs the space that his fingers had abandoned.

"Oh my God," I moan, the desire to touch him becoming more than I can stand. Wriggling beneath him, I make just enough space that I'm able to reach between us and shove my hand beneath the waistband of his pants and underwear, grasping him, "Fuck," he curses as I pump his cock, the feel of him growing, and thickening in my palm.

Watching his face, seeing how much I affect him turns me on so much that I can feel my panties becoming soaked, "I need you, Knox," I breathe the words, lowering my other hand from his arm and reaching between my thighs, applying pressure right where the ache is.

"Let me," he growls, batting my hand from my shorts and lowering us to the floor, "I need to taste your sweet cunt," he says by way of explanation as he pulls my pants over my hips and down my legs, dropping them on the floor. I lower myself until my knees are on either side of his head, my ass against his chest. "Let's sixty-nine," he growls, but still pulls me forward and adjusts me right where he wants me. "What's that?" I moan, at the first flick of his tongue against me. He gives my clit a few swipes of his tongue before answering.

"You suck me while I eat you."

*Oh God, yes!*

*He's not going to have to tell me twice.*

We've never gone this far before, never done more than some heavy petting but right now, all I can think about is putting his cock in my mouth and making him moan my name.

Knox, grabbing my hips, somehow manages to lift me up, turn me around, and place my pussy right where he wants it. But now my ass is in his face...

"This is awkward," I mutter, Knox nipping at the inside of my thighs, which only makes me want his mouth on my pussy that much more. As he does this, I lower his sweats and free his gorgeous cock, so long, so thick. So. Damn. Hard.

I stroke him up and down, then wrap my lips around his head.

"What's awkward?" he hisses, then swipes the pad of his tongue along my lips, tormenting me.

"Oh, fu-" I moan, unable to even get the full word out before I'm pushing myself back, closer to where I want his mouth, no longer concerned about the fact that my ass is in his face too. That gets a chuckle out of him, the rumbling vibrations, unlike anything that I've ever felt before.

I take him deeper into my mouth at the same time that Knox's tongue flicks against my clit several times in quick succession as if he's playing out a melody in his head and taking it out on my clit. And holy shit, does it feel good, which results in me grinding my pussy against his mouth once again.

With every swipe of his tongue, every time he draws my clit into his mouth, wrapping his lips around the bundle of nerves and sucking on it, it spurs me on, sending me higher. As my pleasure heightens, I suck harder, moaning around him as I pull him in deeper and deeper, giving him what I hope is the best damn blowjob that he's ever had.

He sinks a finger inside of me as his tongue works my clit, and oh-my-lanta. I'm going to cum soon. I'm so close, my body's begging for release. The closer he brings me to the edge, the closer I bring him until he's thrusting his hips, impaling his cock into the cavern of my mouth as I continue sucking on him, making him tremble.

I moan around his thick cock as wave after wave crashes over me, my orgasm taking hold. A few moments later, Knox follows right behind.

"Holy hell, woman," he says, smiling and trying to catch his breath, "Damn you're bloody good at that."

The complement causes me to blush, I turn around and crawl over him, lowering my mouth to his once more. We don't lose ourselves in the passion of the moment and end up going any further again, but we do make out a lot and have to stop ourselves when things begin to get too hot and heavy.

Then, we just sit and talk, munching on cold pizza.

After what could have been hours even though it didn't at all feel like it, he glances at his phone. "Oh shit, babe! It's bloody four-thirty in the morning."

"Crap. I should go," I say, standing up and start looking around for my shoes.

"Averi," Knox says, stopping me and pulling me to him, wrapping his arms around my waist. "It's 4:30 in the morning. I can't in good conscience let you leave. Let's get some rest and you can head out first thing in the morning." "Okay," I concede after a few moments of debate on whether it's a good idea or not, of course, it's not but I'm not ready to walk out that door and leave him yet. It will break whatever little bubble we've carved out for ourselves here in his apartment, but I also know that I can't go to sleep. If I do, I risk leaving too late and getting caught either leaving his place or trying to sneak back into my own apartment.

And how would I explain that I'm sneaking out of his place and into Corbin's? It wouldn't look very good, now would it? So instead, I lay there pretending to sleep, going as far as making my breathing slower and more evened out. Once I'm sure that Knox is in a dead sleep, I gather my clothes and sneak out, heading to my apartment before any of the other guys begin stirring and getting around for the day.

I let myself into my apartment and lock the door, I glance at my phone to check the time. It's already 5:30. *Shit!* Guess I'm going to get next to no sleep, but it was so worth it.

Needing to shower before claiming what little sleep I can, I take the fastest shower known to man. Then, slip beneath the blankets on my bed and pass out.