KNOX KNEW he wasn’t fully in control of this body at the moment, but he didn’t care. The lust that had been growing for Edward for weeks, made thick and rich as honey by deepening affection, had reached critical mass. There was no way he could resist this temptation—being touched and unclothed by Edward, seeing that beautiful face racked with desire as Edward saw this body naked for the first time, the sexual need that poured off him in waves. This body wanted to answer that trembling plea with every single, solitary fiber.
Knox was going to take him.
He stepped out of the tub and ignored the towel Edward scrambled to grab. Still wet, he took Edward by the hips and lifted him up so that they were eye-to-eye, then pressed him back against the bathroom wall. Edward groaned and surrendered without a shot fired, his mouth going slack, his eyes half-lidded and soft focused.
“Knox,” he whispered. There was a tiny spark of fear in those eyes, but there was also a thrill and a need so harsh it contorted Edward’s panting lips
“Tell me to stop,” Knox said fiercely.
“No! Gods, don’t stop. Please.” Edward grasped Knox’s forearms in desperation.
“Are you certain you want this? Even knowing what I am?”
Edward’s eyes widened and he hesitated, but only for a second. “You are… my friend. My only friend,” he whispered, with shaky, heart-wrenching sincerity.
Knox lost his breath in the ache that filled his chest, threatening to crack him in two with longing. It was hope and the memory of what it meant to be loved, and it was the debilitating knowledge that any such hope was illusionary. He was not a creature worthy of love. But he could have this, this moment of touch and pleasure with this man, and he would have it.
Knox pressed himself against Edward, pinning him to the wall with his entire body. Edward was dressed for the outdoors and his heavy clothes felt rough and thick and heavenly against Knox’s skin. He even welcomed the way the fabric abraded his cuts, making him feel everything more keenly. His cock, heavy and hard, pressed into Edward’s belly and found an answering ridge that sent a thrill of excitement down Knox’s spine. His hands rose to touch Edward’s face with a gentleness that contrasted with his aggressive posture and with the lust he knew must be showing on his face. He ran his thumb over those full, soft lips.
Edward opened his mouth and licked at Knox’s thumb. He pressed his hips up. “Please.”
Knox gave in. He captured Edward’s mouth—invaded and plundered. Edward made soft sounds as he kissed back. He wrapped his arms around Knox’s shoulders and held him tight, so painfully tight.
In an instant, the cloth between them, which had felt so sensual against his naked skin a moment ago, was now an annoyance, a barrier between Knox and what he craved—Edward’s skin, to touch that body, to sink into it.
Knox pinned Edward with his chest and made enough space between them to get his hands on the fastenings of Edward’s pants. The hooks surrendered to his fingers and he pushed the cloth down, exposing Edward’s cock. Edward tried to press it up into Knox’s hands, needy and whimpering, but Knox was intent on his task. He pushed the pants farther down and, when he encountered the tops of boots, he pulled away from Edward’s greedy mouth and barked an order. “Give me your foot.”
Bereft of Knox’s mouth, Edward attacked his throat instead, licking and sucking as he raised his foot as best he could in the tangle of his pants. Knox grabbed his heel and pulled off one boot, then its mate, and finally the pants were gone. Knox ran his hands up the backs of Edward’s thighs to his buttocks, being careful of the nearly healed gash. The skin was soft and cool against Knox’s injured hands. Edward responded by lifting those long, pale legs up and around Knox’s hips. The urge to sink his cock into Edward’s sweet body right there was almost overwhelming.
Knox groaned. “I don’t want to hurt you.” He put a hand on Edward’s chin and gently lifted it, then couldn’t resist kissing those swollen lips.
“You won’t. I’ve done this before, and I want you. But first take me to bed. I want to touch you and taste you. I want everything. Please, Knox.”
Knox put his arms under Edward’s buttocks and turned them both. He managed to open the bathroom door with one hand and carried Edward to his bed. Knox laid him down and pulled the sweater and shirt over his head.
Now. Now Edward was naked before him. Without his old-fashioned landowner’s clothes, Knox could finally see him clearly, even in the low, yellow light of a single lamp. He was lean and hairless, with well-defined shoulders, chest, and arms. His skin was as pale as Pravalean snow, flawless. A fine, dark trail began below his belly button and descended to curly hair at his groin and the jutting desire of an engorged cock. His bullocks were high and tight, a succulent little mouthful.
Knox rumbled in his throat as he feasted on Edward with his eyes. It had been so long since he’d seen a beautiful man like this one, aching and hard with wanting him, and it was a sight he might never see again—he’d learned to count on nothing.
“Knox,” Edward breathed. He arched his hips, his cock jutting straight up, and Knox couldn’t resist. He leaned forward and took it into his mouth to the hilt.
Edward screamed, a deep, wonderful sound that merged with the howling wind outside into something primal and erotic. Knox hummed, his eyes rolling back in his head with the pleasure of having a man in this mouth, his mouth. Edward began to thrust, unable to control himself. Already he was so hard his shaft was rigid and taut against Knox’s tongue, almost painful as it struck the back of his throat. But Knox was glad for the aggression. He craved it. The power that was wrapped up in this body was tensed and ready to break free, and he wanted it wild. He pulled off slowly, sucking hard until Edward’s cock popped from his mouth. Then he grabbed Edward’s hips and threw him higher on the bed. Knox crawled forward on his knees and grabbed Edward again, pinning his back to the headboard this time. His moves were rough but not rough enough to hurt.
Edward’s eyes were wide with shock and lust. “Yes, yes,” he chanted, putting a hand around Knox’s neck and pulling him in with surprising strength. Their mouths clashed, raw and frantic, and Knox sought warm flesh, running his hands over smooth skin everywhere he could reach. When he finally touched Edward’s cock, Edward gasped and pulled away.
“Want you inside me now,” he panted, his voice surprisingly dark and wicked.
Edward’s words hardened Knox further until he was so turgid he thought he might burst open from the pressure. Before he could move to obey, Edward pushed him hard, forcing him back, and crawled on top of him, attacking his neck and chest, biting and licking. Knox grabbed Edward’s hips and ground up into the space behind his balls, wanting entrance more than he wanted to breathe.
Edward rose up and was silhouetted in a flash of lightning from outside. He reached over to the bedside table and grabbed a bottle of skin lotion. He pumped a handful from it and slicked Knox’s cock.
Oh gods. The feeling of Edward’s slick grip going up and down his shaft nearly drove Knox out of his mind. He hissed and cursed when Edward’s hands left him bereft.
“Be patient,” Edward growled. He reached behind himself with those long fingers, preparing himself to take Knox’s cock.
“Yes,” Knox groaned, unable to keep his hips from moving in time with the thrust of Edward’s hand. He was about mad with need by the time Edward rose up on his knees and positioned himself. The boy’s face was stony with determination, his eyes blown with lust.
They both paused, frozen by the significance of this moment. Knox went rigid, fighting the compulsion to thrust deep. He could feel the resistance of Edward’s ring as he bore down to no avail. Then something gave way, and the head of his cock broke through into a sucking heat. Edward cried out, either in pleasure or in pain. He lowered himself slowly, slowly. Sweat popped out on Knox’s brow with the agony of remaining passive, of needing to wait. And when Edward’s ass finally touched Knox’s thighs, Edward braced above him, his head thrown back, Knox had to touch. He took Edward’s cock in his hand. It had softened a little at the pain and so he worked it, rubbed a thumb over the tip to collect a drop of fluid and then spread it under the head. He spat into his hand and massaged that sweet cock with his fingers and thumb, grunting at the pleasure of each touch and stroke as if it were his own flesh. His own member throbbed in sympathy deep inside Edward’s tight heat. Soon, Edward was completely rigid again, gasping and moaning steadily. He leaned back on his hands and thrust up into Knox’s hand, his channel sliding up and down Knox’s painfully hard shaft.
Knox’s control broke. With a bellow, he grabbed Edward’s hips and rolled them both. He got onto his knees, still buried deep, pulling Edward’s hips up with him. With his thighs spread and braced and one arm secure under the small of Edward’s back, Knox began to thrust. Edward’s shoulders were still on the bed, and he placed his feet on the mattress to push back against the momentum. He gave off a continual stream of moans and pleas for Knox to take him harder, for more. Knox obliged, slamming into him, even as the lightning from the window lit up the room and cast his heaving shadow across Edward’s torso. He spit on his free hand again and fisted it over Edward’s cock, letting the lunging of his own member drive Edward’s in and out of his hand.
Edward panted and groaned, so low and deep it seemed to come from his bones. He planted his feet more firmly on the bed and grasped the bedclothes with both hands. He whispered encouragements and demands, completely unconscious of what was pouring out of his mouth.
It was a moment Knox wanted to hold onto forever. But seeing Edward lost in passion was so arousing to his mind and the sensations on his cock so intense, Knox couldn’t last long. He was not alone. Edward’s panting grew desperate and he stiffened, screaming, “Now!” The fist through which he was slipping grew slick with jets of semen. His channel squeezed Knox painfully tight, forcing his orgasm to boil up inside him. It seemed to originate from every part of him, body and mind, drawing all of him in to one singularity of pleasure before bursting forth like an exploding star.
When he could breathe again, Knox lowered Edward gently to the bed and collapsed beside him. Edward was immediately in his arms, soft and damp and loose limbed with satiation. He felt and smelled so sweet, Knox could not resist nuzzling into his neck. Oh, if only I could truly have this. Sweet Edward.
“Hells, I have never felt anything like that,” Edward breathed in wonder.
“This body has its advantages,” Knox murmured, knowing for certain his old body could not have done that.
“It’s the most wondrous body I’ve ever seen,” Edward said frankly. He nuzzled further into Knox, his face rubbing along the hairs of his chest. “Knox….” His voice sounded thick with emotion, and he hesitated.
Don’t say it, Knox thought. Don’t give your heart to me. For as much as I’d treasure it, I don’t deserve it and it would ruin you.
To keep the words from being said, either by the too-generous Edward or by his own weak tongue, Knox kissed him. He kissed Edward until there were no more words waiting between them. And then he kept kissing him until they were both hard again. Edward explored him this time, made a study of this body as thorough as the one Knox had made in the privacy of his own bathroom. When Knox couldn’t take it anymore, they brought each other to completion with their mouths, more slowly this time and with agonizing tenderness.