Page 44 of Hired for Research
“Fucking delicious.”
Cramming his fingers in all the way to his knuckles, he spread them inside her, mimicking the way a knot would expand, and when his thumb brushed over her clit she shattered.
Clawing at the bed, she thrashed in his hold, bucking back onto his hand as much as his grip on her nape allowed. His steady rumbled dropped in pitch, the vibrations sinking through the bliss and keeping her on edge despite the release. She was wound tight, womb clenching and begging for alpha seed, but when he pulled his fingers from her channel she sobered enough for one concern to penetrate.
“I’m fertile.”
Jett groaned behind her, fingers flexing around her neck as he leaned over her back. His erection dug into her bottom, twitching and smearing wetness along her cheek as he rocked his hips against her.
Lips traced the shell of her ear, sending a shiver down her spine and erasing any thoughts. It was too late to worry about consequences when it felt like she’d implode if he didn’t fill her aching core soon.
“You don’t know how hot that makes me. I’d breed you in an instant if that’s what you wanted, but I’ve had my shot. We’re safe.”
Any lingering tension melted away and she tipped her hips.
“Then why aren’t you fucking me?”
His chuckle sent little gusts of hot air down her neck before his mouth followed, leaving open kisses until he reached her shoulder. The scrape of teeth followed, making her back arch as she moaned.
“You’re a bossy thing. Lucky for you, I can’t wait any longer.”
His mouth left her as he straightened. The hand on the back of her neck traced her spine down to circle her hip, holding her in place as she felt something broader than his fingers brush through her folds. As wide as his three fingers had been, the spongy tip lining up with her entrance felt bigger.
Her muscles were still lax from her orgasms and refused to respond when she tried to brace for his thrust. A part of her mind was screaming that this was going to hurt, but it wasn’t in charge anymore.
Spreading her knees further, she pushed back into the steady pressure, feeling herself stretch as the tip of him slipped inside. She was so slick she thought he’d buried himself most of the way, but when she rose onto her hands and looked over her shoulder, she could still see a gap between their bodies.
“Halfway there. You can take it.”
It was like he’d heard the concern growing in her mind, but his attempt at reassurance only made her chest grow tighter. Her core was stretched, stuffed to the brim, and he wasn’t even all the way in.
She whined high in the back of her throat, trying to lean forward to ease the pressure, but his hands on her hips held her in place. Shaking her head, she pulled harder, but her tired muscles couldn’t fight the big alpha.
“Too much.”
Her gasp was weak but when she raised her eyes to Jett’s she knew he’d heard her. Easing back, his rumble changed pitch again, becoming more of that soothing purr he’d used on her before.
“It’s okay. I won’t hurt you.”
As limited as her thought process was, she knew he was right, just like she knew her body was made to take an alpha’s girth, but it didn’t seem possible at the moment. She trusted him, but even the toys she’d used that mimicked an alpha weren’t as big as Jett, and it had been months since she’d used even her smaller ones.
His purr eased the tightness along her spine as he made short, shallow thrusts. Her core throbbed, still close to the edge of release, and when his hand slipped forward around her hip so he could brush his fingertips over her clit, she twitched with the intense sensation.
Jett switched back to applying steady pressure as he circled the little nub. Each time she tried to follow his fingers with her hips he forced himself a little deeper, the burning stretch mingling with the building tingles until she couldn’t tell the difference between them.
Back arched, fists twisted in the blanket, she chased the growing orgasm until it finally washed over her. Jett growled as her channel rippled around his length, trying to suck him in and force him out at the same time. Shivers rushed through her body, sensation streaking all the way to her fingers and toes as he drove himself deeper.
She was gasping when the orgasm eased but Jett wasn’t done with her. Sliding his other arm under her body, he wrapped his hand around her throat and pulled her up as he sat back on his heels, her back flush with his chest. His fingers never stopped working her clit as gravity and the slick pouring from her pulled her further onto his shaft.
“Just a little more. One more orgasm and I’ll be all the way in.”
She tried to shake her head but his thumb alongside her jaw prevented her. His hand was so broad it extended all the way down to her collarbone, her throat cradled in his palm as he thrust up into her. She was weak from the orgasms, tired from the driving need still unsatisfied without a knot, and she didn’t think she could take anymore.
“I can’t.”
His purr vibrated through her spine, soothing her frazzled nerves even as his fingers wound them tighter. She was so sensitive each touch was almost too much, but he seemed aware of the feeling and made sure to use indirect pressure.
“You’ve done so good. Don’t you want to feel my knot? To have me spill inside you and ease the ache?”
