Page 66 of Knot Just A Fan

His bare ass pressing against the glass. I reach one hand up to cup his taut left ass cheek beside the cool window. Moonlight’s streaming in when Gray says, eyes squeezed shut, “I’m going to lose it soon.”

I nod my head, still working his cock in my mouth, desperate to have his cum exploding down my throat. He is my Alpha, and I’m his Omega, and I want his happiness as much as I can feel he desires to bring me more pleasure than I could ever imagine.

“Are you ready for a taste sensation?”

I stifle a laugh deep in my throat and nod again, both hands back to his shaft, holding it, pulling it into me.

“Request granted,” he manages, and then, pressing his head back into the glass, I feel his balls pull up tight just before his seed splashes down my throat, coating my mouth and tongue. He lets out a gasp.

“Fuck Briella!”

I kneel back down, no doubt soaking a massive slick-spot into the hotel carpet. Guess that’s what the busy modern-art design across the floor is for. Camouflage.

I look up at him smiling. He’s heaving in breaths but clearly uncomfortable at the wrists, so I stand. “I’ll get you out of those so you can get back into me. That sound fair?”

He nods. “More than.” But a minute later, I’m still searching for the keys, two on a garish yellow rubber ducky keychain.

“Uh,” I say.

“Problem?”

“Not really, just that—well, shit.”

“You can’t find them?” He spits out a laugh. I hear the weary amusement in his voice, but I only feel panic in mine.

“No. I can’t! I checked these were here earlier and Iswearthe keys were in the drawer too. They’re not here now!”

“Fuck,” he says, casually and without any sign of concern. But I’m fucking concerned.

I’m bent bare-ass-naked over the nightstand I’ve torn apart, Cami’s eyeglasses, reading materials, lip balm, eye mask, and other assorted paraphernalia all over the floor, and Grayson’s cock on display in the window where he’s pinned like ascarecrow, when the tell-tale sound of an electronicsnickis followed by the room door opening.

“Fuck me!”

That’s Ash.

A sputtering hiccuping laugh is Cami. I turn and Ash is gone, presumably out into the hall.

“Oh, Ash,” says Cami, taking in the view. “Such a prude!”

She walks over to me, pulls the keys from underneath her pillow, and hands them over. “Right here, babe.” She grabs a bag from the floor beside her nightstand, shoves all the stuff I’ve just dumped on the floor into it. “Just came for this!”

Cami turns to Gray who’s staring at her—bless him—without a blush or a batted eye. “Nice junk, Cove. Don’t worry. I won’t tell anyone.” Then she turns back to me and gives me a high-five, which I receive in a dazed stupor. “Excellent work, mate. I mean, the bloody size of it! I’ll see you in the morning. Breakfast at 8!” She blows me a kiss, winks quickly at Grayson, then heads back out the door, closing it behind her.

“Carry on!” I hear Cami say out in the hall.

I don’t say a word, and avert my eyes. I walk over to Grayson with the keys, unlock his wrists, and bring them down to his waist, then I step back.

“Your best friend is—interesting.”

Then he fakes collapsing in agony, pinning me to the carpet in slow, careful motion. “But I’m going to split you open wide, my angel, for that little trick.”

A fluttery thrill runs through me. I know it’s my turn to obey.

“Little trick?” I say, batting my lashes, exhaustion and an elated tiredness flooding me. We shuffle to lay side by side on the carpet at the foot of the bed. I take his enormous shaft in my hand and hold on, like it was meant for my hand, my body, my heat alone. “I received evidence that you enjoyed it.” I run my hands along his length.

“Your nipples are fucking gorgeous, has anyone ever told you that?” He cups his hand to my chest so he’s brushing both tips together.

“No. But I could listen to you say it all day.” My slick’s running to the floor, making more mess. I press my thighs together but that’s absolutely no solution.

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