Just One of the Guys
Twenty Six

Corbin

After being much more thorough about listening at the doors so I don't run into *that* again, I finally find an empty bathroom.

I step inside and close the door, leaning my back against the hardwood as I try to get hold of myself, the ache between my thighs pulsing in time with the beating of my heart. Feeling for a light switch, I flick it when I finally find it, but the room stays immersed in darkness.

I follow by touch alone, feeling the hard surface of the countertop and continue trailing my hand across it until I hit the cold porcelain of the sink, where after turning the water on in one of the sinks, I cup my hands, lowering them beneath the running water before bringing it up to splash on my face.

Thoughts of finding Knox assault me as the ache becomes nearly unbearable to stand. Or, maybe I should just take care of it myself; shut up in this bathroom by myself, no one would ever know.

A bang sounds against the other side of the door, a scream breaking free of my throat as it catches me off guard, but I quickly muffle it.

A heated flush crawls over my skin over even being tempted to do such a thing in a place crawling with people like this.

The door handle jangles before the door opens and light floods into the darkened room, my heart rate increasing as I makeout the distinct silhouette of the intruder being a man.

As he gets closer, I don't even have to see his face to know who it is, his earthy scent gives him away; Knox.

Slamming the door shut behind him, he rushes me, backing me up against the counter. His hands go to my cheeks and then slide into my hair as his lips crash against my own.

He tastes like whiskey and mint, and I think it's my new favorite flavor. His lips begin moving against my own, his tongue seeking entrance that I don't hesitate to allow.

I find myself consumed by him, completely lost in the moment. My hands slide up and over his chest and shoulders as my fingers begin tangling in the hair at the back of his neck as one of his hands leaves my hair, and then curls around the curve of my ass cheek.

A growl breaks free from the back of his throat, and he rocks his hips, thrusting his erection against the ache between my thighs, causing a whimper to leave me at the contact.

"I need you," he pants, before slanting his mouth over mine, deepening our kiss as his other hand leaves my hair, landing at the front of my jeans and flicking the button open. Wasting no time, Knox slips his hand into the front of my panties, and he moans when he finds how wet I am for him.

"Fuck, baby," he growls hoarsely.

I reach out unbuttoning the front of his jeans, and slipping my hand beneath the band at his waist I wrap my hand around his hardened length, freeing him from the confines of his pants.

"Fuck," he moans out the curse as I stroke up and down his shaft, soft like silk, hard like steel.

Knox's hands keep on playing me like I'm an instrument, one that he is perfectly attuned to and in control of, his fingers working me like an expert.

Knox breaks away suddenly. Thankfully, my eyes have adjusted enough in the dark that I can see as he drops to his knees in front of me as his hands glide down my body and begin to pull my jeans and panties over my hips and down my thighs.

His mouth is on me in the next instant, lips curled around my clit, his fingers still buried deep inside of me.

"Knox," I cry, grasping onto the counter behind me for support, not confident in my legs being able to hold me up much longer. The hand that isn't working me from the inside curls around my hip, his fingers digging into my ass cheek. "What do you want, baby?" he asks, pulling his mouth away long enough to utter the words, and then his mouth is right back on me, his fingers and tongue stroking me until I'm coiled so tight, I know I'm going to break at any moment and come completely undone beneath his touch.

"I can't...I'm almost..."

I don't even get the words out before the tiny slice of control I'd had shatters and I fall apart all around him, his fingers pumping inside of me, drawing out my orgasm until I am completely spent.

Knox pulls his fingers from between my thighs and puts them in his mouth, licking my juices off his thick fingers one at a time.

Glancing down, I note his pants are still undone, his cock hard and jutting out between us, begging for attention.

This time, I drop to my knees and wrap my hand around his base, stroking him up and down once, twice, and then lave my tongue against his head before enclosing him within my mouth.

"Fuck, baby," he growls as I slide my mouth down his shaft, taking him deeper into my mouth.

His hands find my head, fingers knotting in my hair as he tries to hold himself back. I can feel him shaking as he restrains himself from rocking into my mouth, and instead, lets me take complete control of his pleasure.

I work him over with my mouth, sucking, nibbling, licking, pumping until he's a quivering mess, putty in my hands.

"I'm going to come, baby," he warns, his hips beginning to thrust as I continue sucking on his cock and playing with his balls.

His balls draw up and with one, two, three hard thrusts into my mouth, his cock spasms as his hot liquid coats the inside of it and slips down the back of my throat.

I suck on him until the last spasm rocks him, and then release him with a smack of my lips. Afterward, I crawl back up his muscular body, molding myself to him, and then standing on the tips of my toes, I wrap my hand around his head at the base of his neck and pull him to me, our lips crashing together, tasting ourselves on one another, the intensity of our desire for one another not even remotely sated.

Pulling away with his head still bowed towards mine so that our foreheads are touching, he growls out, his voice low, haggard.

"I can't fucking get enough of you," he grates out, voice rough and his breathing heavy as the words spill from his lips. "What in the bloody hell are you doing to me, Averi?"

Before I get the chance to say anything in return, he shoves himself back and rushes out the door. A few moments later, his words register.

*Oh Shit!*

*He called me Averi.*

I take a couple minutes, trying to slow my breathing and attempt to wrap my head around the fact that *that* just happened, and that he called me Averi. *How?*

*How did he know?*

Needing answers, I shove out of the bathroom and rush down the stairs, stopping about halfway down to look out at the sea of bodies in hopes of being able to spot him. But as my luck seems to be going as of late, Knox is nowhere to be found.

I looked for him for half an hour with no luck-not that I should be looking for him, but I need to find out what just happened. But what the hell would I even say?

*How could he possibly know?* *I've been so careful.*

*And why did he just kiss the ever-loving shit out of me, amongst other things, and then bolt?*

My phone pings with an incoming text, Knox's name popping up on the screen as I pull it from my pocket, making me even more confused than before.

**Knox: You're driving me insane.**

**Knox: I can't get you out of my head.**

I consider messaging him back, but I have no earthly idea what to say, and I'm supposed to be ignoring him. Although obviously what just happened in the bathroom is almost as far from avoiding him as I can come. I just don't understand... why did he kiss me like that, then turn around and run just to message me?

Instead, I slide my phone back inside my pocket and head towards the backyard where a game of beer pong was going on earlier.

I need a beer and a distraction.

Grabbing a clean plastic red cup, I fill the cup about three-fourths of the way full before working through the mass of people until I get to the hallway that leads to the backdoor.

I'm in a darkened hallway with no one else around as another text from him comes in, and because I'm a glutton, I pull my phone back out of my pocket to see what else he has to say.

**Knox: I want you so bad, baby. This is what you do to me. That taste was not near enough.**

Another text follows it up and it's a video of his cock, or more specifically of him stroking his hard cock, obviously having already recovered from his orgasm as he's now hard and rearing to go. His moans come through the speaker as he strokes, pleasuring himself and turning me the hell on. It's enough to make me wish that it were me that was stroking him again, instead of him doing it himself.

I watch, entranced as he moves his hand up and down his shaft faster and faster, a bead of cum forming on the mushroom head. As he gets closer, his moans escalate, becoming louder with each stroke, his breathing comes out faster until he's all but panting. The fire that he'd sated just a bit ago, burns back to life with the need for him.

I duck into a room and shut the door behind me, sliding down to the ground as I watch him stroke himself over, and over, and over again until he comes, my name falling from his lips as he does.

**Me: Fuck. Me.**

I don't even realize that I've typed out the words and hit send until it's too late.

**Knox: Bloody hell. I want to, baby. I want that cunt of yours so damn bad. I want to spend hours, eating, licking, and worshiping your body. The bathroom was just a preview of what I want to do to you. I want to spend hours showing you how much I want you and once you come undone on my cock, I want to do it all again-over, and over again.**

**Knox: I can't get you out of my head.**

**Knox: Having only a few tastes of you isn't nearly enough.**

*Holy.*

*Shit.*

But if he wanted...why didn't he push things further in the bathroom, not that I want our first time to be in a bathroom but...why run away?

The backdoor opens and shuts and then I hear Gentry ask from somewhere down the hallway, "Has anyone seen Corbin?"

"Not quite in a bit," Colt slurs, not making any sense.

"Knox?" Colt and Gentry both ask at the same time, but I don't hear a response.

"He's our damn ride. He has the fucking keys," Gentry grumbles as their voices carry from further on down the hall, away from my hiding spot.