“We’re in this for itch scratching, remember? I have a big itch, and that wouldn’t scratch it,” I say, needing more.
“Your lips and that blouse, it’s all I could think about at dinner,” Knox says, relaxing his hold on me.
“This is crazy. Yesterday morning you didn’t even want to know me. And now this.”
“I absolutely wanted you yesterday. You’ve been hiding in your house all week, remember?”
“Trust me, I have a lot of regret over that.”
“So do I. I should’ve knocked on your door that day you were at your window, begging me to come help you out.”
I’m past caring about the embarrassment, and wish he’d come like he said. I wish we’d started this the first day I’d moved in. Why wasn’t he more welcoming in the first place?
“You’re really sending me home to my power tools?”
“Yes. You should’ve gone hours ago. What were you doing hanging around here for?”
“I was waiting for this.”
Knox crushes his lips against mine, lighting me on fire all over again. I don’t want this to end.
A moan flies from my throat, and he pulls away.
“We’re going to wake Piper up. Go. I’ll come see you in the morning.”
Before I can protest, Knox stands and walks into the kitchen, leaving me alone in the living room. He’s right. I know he’s right, but I really, really don’t want to leave.
I sit for a minute, letting my body calm. It’s apparent Knox isn’t coming back, and I grab my keys and go home.
Even though things didn’t go very far, when I get in bed every second of his touch plays on an endless repeat in my mind. For some reason, I don’t have any desire to get my Xtreme Buzz or even to touch myself. Nothing other than him would be satisfying.
In the morning, I get right to work and check my videos for feedback and for numbers of views, making notes on which ones are most popular. The goal is to do more of them, to give the people what they want, so they watch and my mortgage gets paid.
I get a text from Darla, telling me she’ll be here by lunchtime. I’ve neglected her visit, and now rush around trying to prepare the futon in my third bedroom, the guest room, for her.
The dusty rose wallpaper is going to kill her, since she’s so trendy. I wouldn’t put it past her to rip it off and slap on a coat of paint this weekend.
Around nine, my doorbell rings. I open the door. Knox is standing there, clean shaven and wearing jeans. His eyes are narrowed.
“Is Piper at school?” I ask.
“No, she’s watching Law & Order and eating Cheerios. I’m here to give you what you wouldn’t give me, because we don’t have much time.”
As he speaks, he backs me up into my living room, straight onto my couch.
Before I fully understand what’s happening, I’m lying on my back, and he’s yanking my pants off.
Knox doesn’t kiss me. Nor does he say anything else. He plants his mouth firmly on my mound without warning, and I flood with all the want and desire I’d had on his couch last night.
His tongue roves through my now slick folds, and my pulse races. He pushes my thighs further apart, and I melt into the couch.
The tip of his tongue connects with my clit, forcing a moan from my mouth. He circles his tongue around my clit and I grab his head on reflex while heat explodes in my pussy.
Knox’s fingers push through my folds and through my wet entrance. He’s rough, and makes no effort to be gentle as he works them against my most tender spot. At the same time, he pushes and sucks and brutalizes my clit with his mouth.
I forget to breathe.
I forget where I am.
I forget my name.
My body tightens and tenses. Knox grunts, the noise enough to tip me over the edge and I scream. An enormous orgasm rips through me, and my body dissolves into a quivering mess.
“I fucking knew it,” Knox says, his breath hot on my mound.
“Knew what?” It takes all my effort to push the words out of my mouth.
“I could make you scream in under three minutes.”
Three minutes? Was that all that was? It seemed like at least twenty.
“I have to get back.” Knox stands, locks his eyes on mine while he licks his fingers, and leaves.
I can’t move. My body is a ball of jelly. I lie motionless, naked from the waist down. Was that really three minutes? It takes at least fifteen before I can stand and put my pants back on.
Two cups of coffee later, I’m in my fake bedroom and ready to work. It feels so good to be energized about my vlog again. I am no longer a nun dishing out sex advice. I dress, do my hair and make-up and hit record.
“Usually I tell you guys about the importance of foreplay, and how a woman needs it. But sometimes there’s nothing wrong with taking your woman hard and fast. And it can be just as satisfying for her as all the foreplay in the world. But, and this is a big but, you have to do it right. You have to know what you’re doing.”