Nodding, I’d like to try what he said, and once told, Knight didn’t give me a chance to change my mind. I was still sore, but the moment he lowered me on top of him, pulling me apart I did nothing but moan.
“That’s it, dove,” he said. Rising up, he dug his teeth into my shoulder, running his tongue along my skin. “I’m going to take care of you.”
Shuddering as he moved his hips, I gripped arms around his neck, tucking myself into him and going along for the ride. This felt different than last night having at least done this part before. Different but good and with not as much pain as I thought considering I was sore. I opened up for him, riding him.
“Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.” He slapped me against the top of his thighs, working himself up and down. His abs and chest glistened with sweat, all that delightful hair leading to his dick. I touched my hands to his perfectly chiseled abdomen, all that power harnessed beneath the skin. He amped up his hips, and that’s when he took his fingers to his mouth. He wet his pinky and a couple other digits before reaching behind my ass cheeks.
“Knight. Fuck.”
He forced his pinky in to the first knuckle, my bottom surprisingly working against his digit. My fingers scratched at his back, Knight’s hips drilling into me as he pushed that digit in more. I felt so full despite him only using his tiniest finger.
“Greer, I’m going to fucking come if you keep making all these noises,” he grunted and pulling out his little finger he headed over another, a longer one, and I stiffened. He smiled. “Relax. I’ll go slow.”
I tried, falling back onto his finger. I noticed his hips stopped as well but when I moved he moved, like two ships on the same sea. He kept pushing in as I kept working my hips and by the time he got all the way in, my teeth clamped down on his shoulder.
He growled, fucking my ass harder. “If you’re going to do it, just do it. Bite. Bite me.”
We both must have been crazy because for whatever reason, my teeth clamped to the point I tasted him, his skin no doubt red and puckered as I sucked. Knight roared like an animal and fucked me in both holes so hard I actually saw stars as I crested that telltale high.
My body shuddered, my core an intense eruption of heat as I spilled around his cock. A few final slaps of his thighs and Knight was there too, his finger retreating from my ass as he held me close and kissed me full on.
His body slowed as he tasted my tongue and when he peeled my hair away, he framed my face. “Wanna go upstairs? Lie in my bed all day like lazy fuckers?”
The prospect actually danced at my core again, to be wrapped up in him all day. Something was seriously wrong with me, or maybe it was just right? I didn’t know, but not only did I tell him yes, I let him carry me up the stairs. He flipped me over his shoulder like a caveman, slapping my ass once we made it into his room, and he kicked the door shut behind us. We literally laid in his bed all day after that. Chillin’ mostly and watching TV. It’d been nice.
Being with him had been curiously nice.
Chapter Eighteen
Greer
My psych term paper basically wrote itself after Knight returned my notebook to me, and not only did he give it back, he helped me with it. I wanted his insights, and since I’d included stuff about his mom’s condition in there, I wanted to share it with him. He seemed like he not only appreciated it, but wanted to help, truly. I had no idea what was happening here, him and me, but for some reason, I didn’t fight it. Things were suddenly very easy with him, where he’d been rigid and abrasive before a thing of the past and I held onto that only too tight. I hadn’t wanted to let it go.
I just hoped he didn’t either.
I ended up being called to the front one day after psychology class, and since I had just turned in my paper, I was worried a little. Professional Hershel had called me out in the past, and I’d made sure not to sleep in his class since he’d addressed the issue with me. Even still, he stopped me once again when I passed his podium.
“Is there a problem, Professor?” I asked him. He was once again packing up his things like he had that day he reamed me.
A shake of salt and pepper hair and he was smiling as he finished loading his things. He propped his messenger bag on his shoulder. “I actually just wanted to commend you, Ms. Michaelson. I’ve started grading term papers, and not only has yours stood out, its leagues above my stack so far.”
Shocked, I blinked. “Really?”
“Really.” Taking his stuff, he came down off the stage and to the floor with me. “I’m not finished with it yet, but very fine work. I usually don’t see such insights in my 110 classes. The topic of mental impairments obviously intrigues you. I only get stuff like this from my graduate students.”
Blown away, I couldn’t believe what I was hearing. I had tried very hard, and with Knight’s help, it’d been cake. He obviously cared about the issue too since I’d included stuff about his mom’s condition. “Thank you, Professor.”
