Page 10 of A Knotty Road Trip

A whimper slips up my throat, but I swallow it down.

“Happy holidays, Sir. You won't be bothered,and the cameras in that particular lift seem to be on the fritz.”

The call drops and I groan, placing the phone back on the receiver. Shit. I didn’t even consider this was monitored. I’ll have to make sure to get any copies of the footage before the camera was shut off.

Not that the world doesn’t know that Beck and I are together, but that’s another thing my father will throw a fit about.

“Thirty minutes, huh?” Beck says, moving closer to me.

Laughing, I give him a smirk, then grip his hips and bring his lips back to mine but not adding pressure.

“This will be quick, baby, but I've always wanted to join the Mile High Club.”

Beck groans and kisses me hard as his hands roam my body, removing my coat and slipping under my shirt.

Fuck, I seriously need him right now. Moving my mouth, I kiss and nip along his jaw until I can whisper in his ear.

“We can make that happen the next time we take a private flight. Now turn around and grip the railing. Show me how much you want your alpha's cock in that tight little hole.”

“Tate,” he grunts, pressing his nails into the flesh of my back and grinding his cock against mine.

“Now,” I bark and he laughs, moving away and turning to face the wall.

Grabbing the railing, he arches toward me, and I take in the gorgeous view of his inked back.

We all have tattoos, but Beck's are hot as hell. He always dresses so prim and proper.

No one would know he's a closet pain slut with a penchant for needles. “Damn, look at you,” I coo, gripping my cock through my jeans.

My knot aches, and I wish we had time to be locked together. The first time I knotted him I nearly blacked out.

I've never taken a knot, though we have tried. My ass is too tight, and he's thick as hell.

“Please, Alpha,” he whines, and I have to take a deep breath to contain myself. I love it when he calls me that.

“Touch yourself, baby. Grip that knot and squeeze it tight as I take this little hole,” I say, moving closer and unbuttoning my jeans.

Taking my cock out, I give it a few strokes as he groans at the pleasure I'm allowing him.

“That's it. You're such a good boy for me.”

“Fuck, Tate, seriously, I need to come. Please, Alpha, fuck me.”

Leaning over him, I kiss the back of his neck and wish I could sink my teeth into his skin.

We've talked about it before, but now isn't the time. Trailing my lips further south, I kiss along his spine, pushing his joggers down, and rub the tip of my cock against his tight little hole.

Groaning, he squirms, pressing back on me. “God, look at how much you want your alpha's cock.”

I release a deep growl as I spit on my shaft and work it to my tip. “We don’t have time to prep you, baby, but we know you like a little pain with your pleasure. Be a good boy and take it.”

As I push forward, he bears down, letting me slip the tip inside. Fuck, he feels like Heaven.

Moaning, he clenches for me, and I grunt.

The way his ass wants to swallow me whole makes my knees weak. Taking my hands, I spread him as wide as he'll go and watch as he takes me to the knot.

“Fuck, Beck, you take me so well, baby.”

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