Page 55 of Knot All is Crystal
I squeeze my cock tightly with my other hand, silently cursing myself for making this worse. It was bad enough to have to listen to her get off, but now I’m participating, putting ideas in both of our heads.
She moans and bucks against her hand, eyes closed, and mouth parted. She’s a fucking siren, calling me, and despite my better judgment, I can’t stop teasing her with my fantasies.
“Maybe I’ll make you kneel in front of me-”
She suddenly sits up, eyes startlingly clear as she spins on me and pokes a finger in my chest. “I kneel for fucking no one, Puck Bellamy. If you think I’m going to allow a man to control me in any capacity after everything I’ve been through, you have another thing coming.”
Guilt burns like fire in my veins. “I’m sorry,” I whisper. “I didn’t think…”
“Exactly. You didn’t think. I’m no one’s toy.” She stretches back down. “But if you’re lucky, you can be mine.” With those words, she deflates the knot of the dildo and pulls it out, holding it up to me.
“Want a lick?” Her voice is seductive, her Omega nature rising to the surface with the help of the drug. Before I can answer, she wipes it across my neck, coating my pulse point with her pheromones. “Hope your tongue is long.”
She drops the dildo and finds a cordless wand vibrator. I’ve seen one before. They’re powerful and used when someone wants to come hard and fast.
This does not bode well for my control.
Fucking hell, how many times am I going to have to watch her come?
She wedges herself between my legs, ruining my ability to stroke my cock, but I can still wrap an arm around her and pin her against my chest. When the vibrator clicks on, the low buzz filling the nest, I have the perfect view of how her thighs tremble when she comes.
What would it feel like to have those wrapped around my ears?
“Puck,” she moans softly, head lolling over. “Can you do me a favor?”
“Anything,” I tell her.
She grabs my hand, and I think she’s going to want to hold it through the orgasms, but instead, she places my hand on the handle of the wand. “Hold this for me for a minute, will you?”
I swear, but fuck me, I don’t drop the vibrator. One hand on her chest, the other holding the vibrator between her legs, with her body plastered and writhing against me. I’m so close to giving in.
“You’re just trying to rile me up,” I groan, grinding my cock into her back. “I’m trying to be a good guy here.”
“Ah, Puck, we both know you’re not a good guy. You’re a delicious shade of gray.”
She pushes back against me, placing more pressure and friction on my cock than I can handle. As her body jerks and twists under another orgasm, I feel my balls tighten, and my spine starts to tingle with the realization that I’m close, too.
I can’t come. I can’t.
But then she reaches behind and wraps her hand around my bulge.
And she squeezes.
My orgasm is brutal, ripped out of me as I gasp and band my arms tightly around her.
Crystal hums softly, pats the wet spot on my pants, and then sinks into the base of the nest, temporarily satiated.
It’s going to be a long night.
* * *
After rappingon the dark red door, I bury my hands in my pockets. It’s early, but I know she’s awake.
I just left Crystal’s place after a night of watching her make herself come.
Over.
And over.
