Just One of the Guys
Twenty Seven

Corbin

We're all piling out of Knox's truck, having just returned back from the party. The entire way back from the party, he doesn't say a single word. So, neither do I.

Having him sitting right next to me, is not helping matters at all. He smells so good, it's a scent that is distinctly *him*.

Reaching the apartments, we each go our separate ways, making our way to our apartments.

After I've shut the door and locked it, I change into a cami and a pair of shorts then crawl into my bed, covering myself with my comforter. Afterward, I pull our texts up, and reread what he sent me tonight, and then rewatch the video. *Was he drunk when he decided to film himself getting off and sending it to me?*

Was he really even thinking at all or just following the desires of his body?

I need answers and the only way I will get them is from the horse's mouth himself.

Slipping back out of bed and sliding on a pair of sandals, I open the door, peeking my head out to make sure the coast is clear, before stepping out and shutting the door behind me, I quickly walk to Knox's apartment.

A few seconds later, I rap on the door and then step back, waiting for him to answer. After a minute and the door remaining unanswered, I knock again, realizing belatedly that he may have passed out.

My hand is poised to rap my knuckles against the hardwood again as it swings open, revealing a near-naked, sleepy-eyed Knox.

"Knox..." I whisper in answer.

"Averi?" he questions.

Before I get to respond, he reaches out lightning-quick and pulls me inside, then shutting the door, he knocks me back against it as he crowds me, slanting his mouth over mine.

I get lost in the kiss and the feel of his hands on my body as we begin moving away from the door and across the living room, towards his bedroom, our lips never parting, his hands never stopping their exploration of my curves. The back of my knees hit his mattress as he lowers me down across his bed, crawling over me at the same time.

"Fuck..." he says, his lips trailing down my neck. "You're really here."

"I'm really here," I respond with a gasp as he pulls the straps of the thin camisole I'm wearing down my arms until the thin material bunches at my waist. My forearms, still caught in the straps, render me incapable of doing anything other than grazing the sides of his torso, my nails lightly scraping over his golden skin as he lowers his mouth to my breast, pulling my nipple into his mouth.

"Knox..." I mutter, managing to remove my arms from the straps and tangling my fingers in his hair, holding him to my chest as he flicks the pebbled bud with the tip of his tongue before using his teeth to lightly nibble on it. With his body covering mine, I can feel his hard shaft pressing against my pussy. "More..." I moan as I begin gyrating my hips against his hardened length, needing the friction against my core more than I need my next breath. As he claims my other breast with his lips, tongue, and teeth, he trails his hands down my body until he's palming my ass, bracing against me as he thrusts his hips, our most intimate parts grinding together barely being separated by a few thin pieces of cloth.

As good as all of this feels, I need to know before we take this further, "Knox," I breathe out, gasping as the friction between us intensifies, stoking the flames and causing them to burn hotter, so much hotter. "We need to..." I break off from what I was saying, gasping as he begins sucking at the flesh where my shoulder and neck meet.

Curling my hand around the back of his head-half holding him to me and half bracing myself against him-I slip the other beneath his arm, my hands grasping the naked flesh and causing my nails to dig into the skin at his back. "Averi..." He pants my name, his mouth trailing kisses up the column of my neck until his teeth graze against my ear. "I want you, baby."

I'm lost in the sensations that he's pulling from my body, the need to feel him inside of me growing more and more with each passing moment. "Yes," I mutter, lowering the hand that had been at his back to the thin cotton shorts that's separating our flesh, trying to pull them off of him.

"I got it," he says as he leans up, pulling me with him.

Grasping the hem of my silk cami, he pulls it over my head, my naked breasts bouncing when my hands come back down and brace behind me so that I can lift my hips, enabling him to remove my shorts and thong.

"Jesus fucking Christ, baby," he groans as he lowers his shorts to the ground, his cock jutting out. As he settles over me, his hot and hard length lies between my open thighs, begging for entrance. "You are so bloody beautiful, Averi." Dipping once more, his mouth slants over mine, and our mouths devour one another until we are panting with need. "Are you sure this is what you want?" he asks, his onyx eyes seemingly depthless as they look into my own for reassurance that this really is what I want.

"Yes, Knox," I moan, feeling like I'm going to combust at any moment if he doesn't fill me and relieve the ache between my thighs, the ache that's only ever been for him. "Please."

I stiffen, as his cock lines up with my folds, his head pressing against my entrance. With a slow rock up with his hips, his head enters me, stretching me and drawing out a sting of pain.

"Oh, shit!" I cry and squeeze my eyes shut, hoping that it will be over soon. "Averi, baby?"

I open my eyes and find his dark ones staring back at me, full of reassurance.

"Baby, I don't want to hurt you, so you need to talk to me, okay?" he murmurs before pulling out, he slowly rocks into me once more.

I immediately scream once more from the amount of pain I was not prepared for.

"Averi, you've got to talk to me, baby," he says, smoothing my hair back with his fingers and then wiping away the tears that have escaped and are running down my cheeks.

"I'm sorry. Shit, it hurts!" I cry, biting my lower lip as I hold my breath, praying that it will soon pass.

"Baby...look at me," he pleads, cupping my cheeks, as he continues to smooth away my tears with his thumbs. "Are you a virgin?"

Instead of answering, more tears force their way out of my eyes, and I can't help but look away, my chin and lower lip beginning to tremble as embarrassment over my virgin status consumes me. "Fuck, baby...I didn't know, or I would have...I don't know, prepared you more?" he states, his voice deep and husky.

He doesn't pull out, but he doesn't try to push in any further either, thank God.

"What do you need me to do, baby. Talk to me, please. I've never..."

"Been with a virgin before?" I finish for him when he hesitates.

He nods his answer, the regret radiating from his eyes as he looks down at me causes tears to fall from my eyes once more when I realize that he regrets being with me, all because I am a virgin. Turning away from him, all I want to do is get my clothes and leave, forgetting all about this failed attempt at being intimate with him.

"Fuck!" he growls, when he sees that I'm crying again. "Baby, I'm so, so sorry that I hurt you." Afterward, with panic having taken over his features, he continues, "I really fucking need you to talk to me, what do you need me to do?"

I still won't look at him after he speaks, unable to deal with his regret. But instead of letting me wallow in my hurt and humiliation, he lifts my face back towards his own and cradles my cheek in his palm. "What do you need me to do, baby. Talk to me, please?" he pleads, tears beginning to form in his own eyes.

"I-I'm okay," I try to tell him, but from the look on his face, he doesn't buy it in the least.

"Just relax and give it a minute or two and it should begin to subside, and you should be okay." *Easy for you to say, you're not having something the size of a large cucumber trying to fit into a hole the size of my little finger.* At my shaky nod, his face contorts in despair. "Do you want me to stop? I will if that's what you want."

"No, just give me a minute, like you said."

He nods, and then mutters, "I'm not going anywhere. You tell me when I'm okay to move and I will try to be as gentle as I can. But it's going to hurt, baby and I'm sorry for that."

Taking a deep breath and releasing it, the last of the pain finally eases away, just like he said it would, and is replaced by an intense need for more. Shifting my hips, testing to see if I'm ready for him to go deeper, a moan escapes me at the same time that he groans.

"Okay...I'm ready," I breathe, my voice raspy.

"Are you sure? Fuck, I don't want to hurt you anymore than I have to," he returns.

I nod, but instead of pushing in deeper, he takes his time kissing me, trailing his hands along my body, cupping my breasts, pinching, and rolling my nipples between his fingers.

Once he's given each breast equal attention, he reaches between us, finds my clit, and begins rubbing me. After a few moments, I start panting as I get closer to another orgasm.

Knox keeps rubbing me as he pulls out and then eases in excruciatingly slow. Bucking my hips, I show him that I really am okay, and the movement causes Knox's cock to slip deeper inside of me, eliciting a deep groan to fall from his lips. Knox pulls out again, this time until just his tip is inside of me, and then slides back in, much faster than he had previously and dear God, it feels so good.

I feel so full, so damn full.

"Faster," I moan, thrusting up, meeting him thrust for thrust as he picks up his pace, the sound of slapping skin, and our heavy breathing, the only sounds that register in my head as we lose ourselves in one another.

He takes me to a whole new level of pleasure: one I didn't even know was possible as he worships my body with his mouth and hands. I come undone beneath him as he slides in and out of me, causing me to tremble and shake around him as my orgasm rips through me so hard and so fast, I nearly blackout.

"Damn, baby. That was absolutely...fuck!" he utters, bringing me back from the edge of the inky black that had filled my vision. If I had known that sex would be so good, I probably wouldn't have waited so long.

Or maybe it's just sex with Knox that's that good.