Page 112 of Knot for Me
“What about them?” he asks, kissing the side of my mouth.
“They can watch for now,” I say, not at all sorry. All I can think about is Marco pinning me down like he does in the gym and taking me in front of his friends.
“You’re mean,” he whispers, kissing his way down my neck.
“Maybe. But the four of us can have fun together later.” I lie back, pulling on his hips and smiling when he comes down with me, his green eyes hooded as I spread my thighs and rub myself against him in a shameless, wanton way. His shaft slides between my lower lips, slick with my need.
“You’re wonderful,” he says, kissing my shoulder and slipping his hand between us, lazily circling the sensitive bundle of nerves at my apex. “So fucking wet too.”
I nod and press my hips into his touch. “I need you inside of me now.” Nothing about how I say it is nice or romantic. I’m done talking. I need him.
“Yes, ma’am.”
The head of his dick spreads me open. Marco places his forearms on either side of me and presses his forehead against mine. I try to roll my hips to speed things along but he retreats, tsking and kissing my cheek.
“Let me savor you.” His eyes bounce between mine. “I want to remember how every inch of you fits around me.”
I huff but smile, loving how sweet he is compared to Lucas. I didn’t mind how Lucas made me work for it though. Right now, I need the gentleness to help ease me into this. Marco seems to realize this because he kisses the edge of my mouth again, sliding into me with slow and careful control, gently rocking his hips with each centimeter of progress. My walls clamp around him, drawing a raspy moan from his throat. I flex the muscles again, chuckling at his reaction.
Marco inside of me is the breath of air I didn’t know I needed. It’s the first cool sip of water after a hard day’s work. It’s a warm blanket in front of a fire. It’s perfect and his hips draw little sounds of pleasure from me, my body hyper aware of each micromovement. I clamp around him again, reveling in the way his dick pulses inside of me to answer my need. Cory and Lucas are watching, but their arousal brushes over me, tugging at something deep inside of me. An urge I almost can’t control.
An urge distinctly omega. I bite back the need to say I was wrong, I want to be theirs forever, and lose myself in Marco’s touch.
“That is my new favorite thing,” he confesses, stealing my breath with a kiss that’s full of fire. The burn is soothing, and I let everything fall away in the wake of Marco’s flames. I forget about my resistance. I forget about staying strong. I forget about caring. I never forget about Cory and Lucas though, and knowing they’re watching their friend rut against me with an almost rabid need sends a thrill of excitement through me. I break away from Marco’s kiss, turning my head and catching Cory’s gaze. His eyes are on me, burning with fierce need. I move my attention to Lucas, gasping when Marco’s knot locks us together.
Lucas cants his head to the left and raises an eyebrow. “Fuck him like you mean it, baby.” I growl softly, and he shakes his finger at me. “Do what you’re told and I’ll make sure to properly reward you.”
I don’t know what it is about him that makes me lose all sense of self-respect, but here in this closet, Lucas can strip me of everything, call me names, make me crawl for him, and I’d fucking enjoy every second.
“More,” I say on a rasp.
“Ask for it.” Lucas still rises to his knees, anticipating what I’m going to ask.
“I need you both.” I moan when Marco’s cock pulses inside of me.
Cory’s fingers find my clit, and Lucas claims my mouth while Marco holds himself up, thrusting deep inside of me and filling me with his seed. I don’t worry about pregnancy because I’m still on birth control, which makes this all the more enjoyable. Lucas’ palm finds my throat, and he squeezes, ever so gently, and I pant into his mouth. Cory circles my clit, and his other hand tweaks my nipple. Lucas applies pressure again, taking my breath away for a few seconds before relenting and letting me suck in heavy breaths. Each new sensation builds inside of me until I combust, crying into Lucas’ savage mouth. My toes tingle as pleasure curls around me, warming me from the inside out and making me lose all sense of where they end and where I begin.
“Come back to me, Reagan,” Marco begs a while later, kissing my shoulder.
Lucas and Cory have moved away again, but I’m too blissed out to worry about where they went.
“I’m here,” I say, wrapping my hands around Marco’s neck and looking at him. My walls clamp around him again, pulsing in time with his knot, taking every drop of his cum like I was born to do. And once again, I discover I don’t hate being an omega.
We fall apart sometime later, panting and sweating. I curl into his side, humming with happiness even though my legs are wet with our bodily fluids. It doesn’t feel filthy right now, it feels right. Cory lies down behind me, curling around me as I cling to Marco. Lucas stays back, gaze roving over the three of us and a funny smile tilting his lips.
“What?” I ask, yawning and moaning as an after-orgasm pang hits me.
“Nothing.” He rubs the back of his neck.
It’s not nothing, but I won’t make him tell me if he doesn’t want to.
“Where’s my reward?” I yawn again, laughing when Marco does too.
“Rest first. We have plenty of time to get to that.” Lucas crawls and sits on Marco’s other side, glancing around my nest with a funny smile.
I want to ask him again what he’s thinking, but my eyes grow heavy and I decide it can wait.
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