Page 158 of Knot Playing Fair 2

He blinked again, rebooting.

“You’ve... had sex with him like that?” he asked. “And it was... all right?”

I’d lost my sweet pleasure-high, but maybe this was a conversation we’d needed to get in the open.

“I have. And yes, it was.Betterthan all right. It’s not just that he can’t overpower me when he’s handcuffed, even though that’s true. It’s more about the fact that he even thought of the idea in the first place. And that he was willing to do it, for Mia and me.”

Byron looked like I’d just turned his world on its head.

“Of course,” I added innocently, “it doesn’t hurt that we all get off on it. Because... yeah.Superhot.”

And that was how I ended up straddling Byron’s hips on his generous queen-sized bed, his big cock filling me up as the alpha who always ordered other people around in the bedroom writhed beneath me, his wrists twisting fruitlessly against the loops of rope binding him to the bedframe.

“You’re going to come so hard like this,” I panted, my palms flat against his tattooed pecs for balance.

“The fuck I am,” Byron growled, thrusting up. “This is for you, not me.”

Nat, who’d staked out a spot next to the bed with his chin resting on his crossed arms on the edge of the mattress, snorted. “Can I just say how much I’m enjoying this change in the dynamic? You were right, Luca. Itissuper-hot.”

“Fuck you,” Byron snarled, and jerked his hips up even harder.

“Ngh,” I managed, my head thrown back as my third orgasm of the night rose up and crested over me.

To exactly no one’s surprise, Byron grunted and came hard as my passage clamped down on him, despite his protestations.He groaned, his knot swelling inside me, stretching me to perfection.

“Oh yeah,” Nat said. “I amlovingthis. No, stay put, Luca. I still need dessert.”

With a whine I couldn’t quite manage to suppress, I propped myself upright while Nat wriggled into position. With his head pillowed low on Byron’s lean belly, he angled his mouth until he could get it around my half-hard cock, sucking and licking.

With my awareness trapped halfway between Emiel’s lazy pleasure upstairs in the attic bedroom, and the delicious electric jolts zipping back and forth between Byron’s knot and Nat’s lips, I rode the wave of slow-rolling ecstasy through yet another full-body climax. Nat hummed and swallowed the little spurt of my release that pulsed over his tongue, but he didn’t stop what he was doing.

Dizzily, I wondered if I might have one more orgasm locked inside me after all... but oversensitivity gradually overcame pleasure until I squirmed and let out a defeated whimper. Nat pulled off with a pop and straightened.

“I think he’s finally done,” he said, supporting me down to lie draped over Byron’s chest.

Hazy-eyed, I took in Nat’s fresh erection as he hitched a hip onto the edge of the bed. Humor lit his dark eyes as he looked down at Byron, still spread-eagled beneath me.

“Just think. I could make you suck me off while you’re like this. Get revenge for some of the shit you’ve done to me over these past few weeks.”

“Don’t push your luck,” Byron told him. It came out hoarse.

Nat snort-laughed, and leaned over to press a kiss to my temple, and a much filthier kiss to Byron’s lips. Byron’s dick twitched hard inside me.

“Fine,” Nat told him. “Maybe I’ll go see if Zalen is good for an unplanned middle-of-the-night orgasm. Luca, I’m untying his wrists before I go. Is that all right?”

“Mm-hmm,” I said, not moving an inch.

After he’d gone, Byron’s arms hovered over my back for a long moment before settling.

"I do want you to be happy, you know," he said, into the echoing silence.

"I know," I mumbled against his neck.

More silence.

“And I want to mate you and Mia,” he added, as though he’d had to force the words past some sort of barrier. “More than anything, I want that.”

I smiled into his skin. “Yes. I know.”

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