Mr. Knight/A Jordan Knight Fanfic ✔️

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The world shifts on its axis. Or maybe I'm not getting enough oxygen. But in this moment, I don't care. Our kiss quickly escalates to sucking, biting madness. His hands claim my breasts, fingers finding my nipples, tugging hard enough to send liquid lightning to my core. I palm him roughly through his pants. He grunts, his hips jerking forward.

I remember his typed words—we're both nervous I'm too big for you—but feeling him thick and heavy behind his zipper, I'm not nervous at all. I'm electrified.

"I need you," he whispers against my mouth.

This is insanity.

Someone could walk in any second.

"Yes," I gasp.

His belt buckle yields to my scrambling fingers. I manage to pull pants and boxers to his thighs before I'm lifted. Braced in one arm, his other hand goes to work yanking down my jeans. Somehow, I kick off my boots, all the while feasting on the smooth, delicious skin of his neck. He hoists me up with forearms beneath my thighs. I wrap my legs eagerly around him, whimpering as one finger, then two, sink into me.

He muffles a groan in my hair, then twists, searching for something on the desk. There's a muted tearing, and his hand angles between us. Condom, I think distantly. He adjusts me in his arms, backing me against the wall beside the door. The sound of footsteps and voices through the barrier is terrifying. And makes me even hotter. Wetter.

"Please," I whisper.

He teases my entrance with the head of his cock, sliding it back and forth, back and forth, until my fingers dig deep into his shoulders. I whimper, and he finally enters me, one slow inch at a time, until he's fully seated and pressing against my absolute limit.

I've never felt so consumed, so full of another person. Taking a fold of his sweater between my teeth, I bite down hard against the urge to cry out. His low voice warms my ear.

"I'm seriously five seconds away. This is ridiculous. You feel too perfect."

My hips rock, obeying a biological command. He sucks in a breath, arms flexing to assist my movement, guiding me harder and faster. Fullness and friction build to a blinding peak, dissembling every last shred of intellect.

I am simple. I am animal.

His teeth nip my earlobe. "So sweet. Darcy, you undo me. God, you're close. I can feel it. Take it, love."

I do, bucking against him, a whimper in my throat as I come undone. Seconds later, he makes a strangled sound and stills, pulsing heavily inside me.

Our mouths meet unerringly. The kiss is drowning deep, a swallowing of souls. My womb pulses with an aftershock; he twitches inside me, still half-hard.

Slowly, the ringing in my ears subsides. In the office next to ours, voices laugh. A door opens and closes down the hall. In fits and starts, my brain comes back online.

"Oh my God," I breathe, leaning back to see his face.

His eyes are a soft, verdant shade as he brushes a strand of hair from my cheek. "I was thinking a bed for our first time, but that will do."

Gasping back laughter, I wiggle in his arms. "Put me down. We have to get dressed."

With a final kiss and soft chuckle, he does. As he takes care of the condom, I swiftly pull on my underwear and jeans, then sit on the couch to tie my boots. When I look up, his slacks are on, though still unbuttoned.