Page 67 of Tied in Knots
Xander braces himself on his hands, out of the way of the big Scot, watching him closely as he pumps away at his cock and then splashes my face and tits with warm sticky cum. I run my hand over it, mixing his and Sebastian’s together before I bring my hand to my mouth to lick clean of the heavenly cocktail.
“Jesus,” Ben whispers. “You are being such a good, filthy little kitty, aren’t you?”
I gasp at his words, the tone especially. It’s dark, low, soothing almost, as he praises me for being dirty.
This is what he talked about with me, what gets him off.
It gets me off too. I want to do more filthy stuff. I try to think of something I can do to please him, and I shiver when it comes to me.
I sit up, pushing Xander back and awkwardly straddle him. I shove him so he’s lying flat on his back, his inflated cock still buried deep inside me.
“Benjamin,” I purr.
He growls and is at my back in an instant.
“Use my slick to lube up my arse. Take me while Xander’s dick is still inside my pussy.”
“Oh, fuck, kitty. Now, you’ve done it.”
He scoops up as much of my slick as he can from around Xander’s cock, then he pushes me over. With my arse available for him to prepare, I tense up. I’ve never done this before. I did anal once a couple of years ago. It was okay, but nothing I craved and needed to do again. But this feels right, and it’s only fair. I have the holes, they have the cocks to shove into them. Why not have them use me at the same time? Plus, I know Ben will either withdraw before he knots, or he still won’t knot. I know he won’t rip me apart in his rut-induced frenzy.
He slides the tip of his finger into my rear entrance. I draw in a sharp breath, tensing up slightly.
“Relax, baby girl,” Sebastian murmurs in my ear.
I do as he says. I’m overcome with the need to do precisely as he instructs. It makes sense. He is the prime alpha and despite what my head says, my omega soul knows he is my mate.
I focus on Xander’s eyes. He smiles at me, it’s cute with a wicked edge. He is going to enjoy this as much as I’m pretty sure I am.
After a few minutes of inserting and stretching, Benjamin murmurs, “Are you ready, kitty?”
“Yes.” My voice is hoarse with desire.
He presses his tip to the puckered hole.
“If you want me to stop, just say, okay?”
I nod, unable to form words as he slowly sinks his large cock into my rear passage.
Exhaling, I clasp my hands around Xander’s neck, closing my eyes and feeling an overwhelming sensation that definitely did not occur the last time. “Oh, fuck, yes,” I murmur.
“Good, filthy kitty?”
“Mmm.”
“You are so hot, so dirty. Such a precious little kitty.”
“Ah!”
His words are really doing it for me. The combo of the two is fucking fire. No, scratch that, it’s the flames of hell.
He settles inside my arse, pausing to let me get used to the invasion, but then he pulls back. Slamming into me, I cry out, that toe curling orgasm already building again.
“Yes, Ben!” I cry out, shortening his name and not caring if he hates it or not. I have no air in my lungs forBenjamin.
He pounds away, Sebastian’s fingers going to my clit, teasing me slowly.
I tremble in their arms, feeling Xander’s knot going down, but he doesn’t withdraw.
