Page 68 of Knot My Band: Part Two
His cock drives into me, hot and hard, and I can’t help but think how perfectly he fills me, stretching with each delicious thrust. My nails scratch along his back, desperate for something to hold onto as he fucks me against the wall, our wet skin slapping together.
“More, Dax, don’t stop,” I beg, head thrown back as the pressure builds inside me, a tidal wave ready to crash over the shores of my restraint.
“Never intended to,” he grunts, and there’s a hint of that signature grumpiness in his voice, but it’s laced with such potent desire that it only spurs me on.
My body moves in time with his, a dance we’re both familiar with, a rhythm we’ve come to crave. Dax’s grip tightens around me, almost possessive, as if he’s claiming every inch of me with each penetrating drive.
“God, yes,” I moan, feeling the climax building, coiling tighter like a spring ready to snap. Each thrust pushes me closer to the edge, and I know when I fall, it’s going to be spectacular.
“Come for me, Oli,” Dax commands and his tone brooks no argument. It’s enough to send me spiraling over that edge, my entire being focused on the sensation of him in me, around me, overwhelming me.
“Ah, Dax!” The words are torn from me as my orgasm hits, a starburst of pleasure that lights up every nerve ending. My vision whites out, and all I can feel, all I can hear, is the pounding of my heart, the rush of blood in my ears, and the deep, satisfying fullness of Dax claiming me, fucking me against the wall of the shower.
Panting, the heat of Dax’s body sears into my back as his rhythm hammers me against the cool tile. His hands grip my hips, a grounding force amid the intensity of our connection. Just as another wave of pleasure builds within me, ready to crest, strong arms encircle my waist and yank me away from Dax.
“Jack!” I exclaim, half in protest, half in surprise, feeling the sudden chill of absence where Dax’s warmth used to be.
“Easy,” Jack soothes, though there’s an undeniable edge of authority in his tone, a reminder that he’s the alpha calling the shots. His blue eyes lock onto mine. “No knotting yet, baby girl. You need to come one more time for us before we can bond you.”
I shiver, not from cold but from anticipation. The way he says ‘for us’ sends a thrill through me.
“Come on, Oli,” Jack coaxes, his voice a velvet temptation. “Let us care for you.”
Jack plops down onto the bench, water cascading down his white-blond hair like rivulets of liquid silver, the droplets racing across the valleys and ridges of his sculpted chest. I’m still catching my breath, but he pulls me onto his lap with that effortless strength that sends a new wave of desire spiraling through me.
“Ready for more from your alpha, baby girl?” His voice is playful, a teasing lilt that belies the intense hunger in those piercing blue eyes.
“Always ready for you,” I pant, the fever inside me stoked to inferno levels by his touch. The coolness of the tiles against my back is forgotten as Jack’s warmth engulfs me.
“Let’s give her a ride, Chase.” Jack flashes a wicked grin at Chase, who stands behind us, his sandy brown hair slicked back, droplets clinging to his eyelashes like morning dew.
“Music to my ears,” Chase replies, his green eyes locked on mine with an intensity that promises pure ecstasy.
Together, they lift me effortlessly, positioning me above Jack’s cock. Chase’s hands are on my hips, guiding me down until I feel Jack fill me, stretching me in that oh-so-delicious way.
“Move with us, Oli,” Jack murmurs into my ear, his breath hot against my skin. Their movements are synchronized and controlled, yet wild. Up and down, I ride him, the friction building, my skin buzzing with every thrust.
“Chase…” I reach out blindly for something to hold onto and find Chase’s hand. He interlocks our fingers, giving me an anchor as Jack drives deeper, hitting spots that send stars exploding behind my closed eyelids.
“Come on, let us see you come undone,” Jack urges, his words a velvet command that unravels me bit by bit.
The pressure builds, coiling tighter within me. I can feel their excitement, too, and the air is thick with our mingled scents.
“Jack… I’m—” The world narrows down to just this moment, the feeling of being caught between them, the rush of water over our bodies, nothing compared to the tsunami of pleasure about to break.
And then I’m shattering, pieces of me scattering into a million droplets of bliss. My cry echoes off the shower walls, a symphony of satisfaction that has Jack’s grip tightening and Chase’s breath hitching.
“Fuck, yes,” Jack growls beneath me, the vibrations of his voice adding aftershocks to my already quaking body.
“Beautiful,” Chase whispers, as if he’s witnessing a miracle, his praise wrapping around me like the warmest blanket.
Panting, I lean into Jack’s embrace. There’s heat radiating from his body. My pulse races, each beat a drumline that syncs with the throbbing need still pulsing through me.
“Oli, baby girl, are you with me?” Jack’s voice is a low rumble against my ear, and I nod, pressing my forehead to his.
“More than with you,” I gasp out, my voice a husky whisper. “Jack… please, I need you to knot me. Bond me.”
His blue eyes flash with a primal intensity, and he growls, a sound that makes me quake and reignites the fire in my veins. “You sure, Olive?”
