His Gymnast by Darcy Rose
14
Knox
When Ace drops us off,I stay silent and carry her inside. She’s seen me irate, but never this bad. I just killed her tormentor in front of her, and I don’t know how she feels. And honestly, I’m scared to ask.
At this point, she’s nestled her way into my heart, and I can’t bear to think about losing her. Or even worse, her leaving me because of the monster I am.
After we make it up my front steps and inside, I keep her clutched in my arms. She’s safe there, and nothing can hurt her. I carry her into my room, then step into the attached bathroom. Gently, I set her down on the closed toilet as I hurry back to my dresser and grab a T-shirt.
When I step back inside, she’s in the same spot I left her. I reach into my shower and turn the knobs, making sure the water is the right temperature before standing her up. I slip my jacket from her arms, then undo my pants and kick them off.
As the steam builds in the small space, I help her inside, still remaining silent, and urge her body under the stream of warm water. As gently as I can, I squeeze some shampoo into my hands and massage her scalp. I do the same to the rest of her body—washing every inch of her flesh to get his touch off her.
The entire time, her eyes stay locked onto me, but she doesn’t speak either. I don’t know if it’s shock from witnessing what I did or fear. Just as I’m about to ask if she’s okay, her mouth opens, and my name tumbles from her lips. “Knox?”
I still my hands on her body and look at her.
“Thank you.” The statement is short and barely a mumble, but it makes my stomach erupt with joy.
I give her a curt nod before continuing what I was doing before.
“What happens now?” she asks, this time a little louder than before. “I don’t need protection anymore.”
She sounds almost sad by the truth of her words as the realization dawns on me. “But you’ll always need me like I’ll always need you.”
“I will,” she whispers and steps forward.
Her arms wrap around my neck, and instinctively, I lower my lips to hers. It’s like my body works on its own without any thought around her. It knows it needs to touch her—to be close—and I don’t complain. Because the only place I ever want to be for the rest of my life is with her. Or in her.
She deepens our kiss, hiking her leg around my waist, but I want this time to be different. I want to show her, that just for her, I can be gentle. I push her leg back down and cup her cheeks in my hands, kissing her softer, flicking my tongue over hers lightly.
She breaks our kiss. “I think I may love you, Knox.”
Her comment catches me off guard because love isn’t something I even know how to explain. But the more I play her words over in my head, the more I think I start to grasp it.
The way she’s the only thing I see when I close my eyes, I think that’s love. Or how my body instantly relaxes in her presence and warmth washes over me, I think that could be it too. Fuck. I think I may love her too.
“I—” I start, but she raises her finger to my lips to silence me.
“Don’t say it yet.”
She backs up, dragging me with her until her body hits the wall. Again, she raises her leg and wraps it around me. I push into her slowly, then grab her other thigh and lock it around me. Her hands find my hair with the first thrust. Her fingers tangle in my hair and yank my head back so my eyes can stare into hers as I fuck her.
I wanted to be gentle—I really did—but seeing the want in her gaze fuels the beast inside me.
I unleash it, sliding my hands down her slick body and gripping her ass. I dig my nails into her flesh, then pump into her over and over. “Mine,” I hiss in her ear, staking claim to something she’s so willingly giving me.
“Yours,” she replies, unclasping her hands from my hair and raking her fingernails down my back.
The stinging sensation is quickly washed away with the warm water pelting my back, giving way to complete pleasure as her pussy constricts around me. “Are you coming, baby?”
She nods vigorously, grinding her clit into my pelvis.
Her walls squeeze me, begging for a release of my own, but I’m not ready to stop. I step out of the shower with her still clinging to my body and walk to my room. As we make it to my bed, I turn and fall, letting my back sink into the mattress.
“Ride me.”
Her legs are already shaking, and her breaths are erratic, but she doesn’t protest. Placing her hands flat on my chest, she raises up slightly before slamming back down.
“Fuck,” I groan, letting a wave of pleasure wash over me. Her cunt squeezes me tightly with every movement. Her perky tits bounce with the movement, begging to be touched.
I lean up, needing to taste her. I wrap my hands around her hips to pull myself closer, then flick my tongue out over her nipple. It pebbles immediately as she lets out a soft moan.
I try to move away, but she holds my head in place. “No. Keep going. You’re replacing his memory with a better one.”
I know she’s talking about her piece of shit stepdad, which I hate, but there is nothing I can do about it. I’ve already done all I could when I killed him. But if this helps in an entirely new way, I’m not stopping. Her every thought about a mouth or hands on her, and a cock inside her, I want to be mine, and mine only. I move to the other one and massage it with my tongue the same way I did for the other.
“Now I’m going to come,” I breathe out, leaning my body back down to the bed.
A wicked smile tugs at her lips as she bucks her hips harder, and within seconds, my cum is being buried deep inside her. I’m not sure if it’s the high from coming or what, but I mumble the three little words that have never felt truer to me in my life. “I love you.”
