Page 30 of Knot Forgotten

I can’t deny him. My fingers mold to the front of his pants, his hard length hot through the fabric. I rub my palm up his restrained cock, and he groans, catching my lips with his again.

“Don’t stop,” he says into my mouth.

His hands feel like they are everywhere at once, running up my sides, gripping my hips, grazing my breasts, and my blood is boiling.

I know that my pheromones would be filling the space with my perfume, if I hadn’t lathered on lotion earlier. Still, slick coats my panties.

“Fuck, Rin, deny me.”

His words are at odds with the way he presses into my touch. “Not yet, Cam.” I bring both hands to the button of his jeans and slide the zipper down, working my fingers into the top of his boxer briefs, grazing his soft crown. The silky skin feels like velvet against the tips of my fingers.

He moans as he drags his mouth from mine, kissing down my neck. He buries his face in my throat, inhaling sharply. The sound is like an aphrodisiac to my body, setting me on fire. I curl my fingers around him and stroke up, rolling my palm over his tip. He jerks in my hold, a swear falling from his lips and against my heated skin. His hand grips mine through his boxers, holding me still.

“Squeeze my knot,” he demands.

Eager to do what he commands, I work my hand down over the swell of his knot, my pussy clenching around nothing, wanting what is inside his boxers. Then I squeeze, and he gasps out a sound that is half pleasure, half pain and presses me against the wall again, trapping my fingers where they are.

“Fuck, having your touch on me, it is almost too much. Rin,” he gasps. “Shit, whatever you do, whatever I fucking say. Don’t let me come.”

His mouth trails a path of fire down my neck, and he nips at my collarbone. He gives me a little space to tease him to the edge again, all the while begging me to take him there. Before pleading with me to withhold pleasure as if he can’t make up his mind. My stomach feels funny as molten lava takes over my system. I’m almost mindless with need.

He moans loudly when I drag my tight hold back up his cock. I capture the pre-cum and run my hand back down to his knot, squeezing him the way he loves, if his words tell me anything.

“Fuck. I’m going to touch you; I want to feel your slickness.”

He dips his hand beneath my waistband, and I’ve never been so thankful for wearing leggings today instead of jeans.

His fingers dive beneath my panties, and he splays me wide with two fingers as a third grazes my folds, finding the sensitive nub and rubbing a circle over it. I whimper as my head falls back, unconsciously giving him my throat, an omega begging to be claimed. He buries his face in the crook of my neck again, his teeth teasing over a scent gland.

“So good, fuck, everything I’ve dreamt of. So fucking good, Rin.” He dips a finger inside of me, curling it in and hitting a spot that makes my legs weak. “I want to cum inside of you. Feel you locked on my dick, knot deep. Shit, Rin, keep doing that, let me cum.”

I tighten my hold on him as he begs for release again. Every part of me wants to give him what he craves, while the other part wants to deny him like he made me promise.

“You’re not allowed to come, Cam.”

He growls and nips at me, becoming almost feral. “Then I’m going to taste you.”

My leggings are tugged to the ground as he falls to his knees. He gazes up at me, lust shining from his eyes, pupils blown wide. A jolt of electricity hits me as he leans forward and seals his mouth over my soaked panties and sucks. He groans, the sound of pure need flowing from him.

He hooks his fingers into my panties and drags them to the side, spreading me open for him again. I can’t catch my breath as I watch him looking at me with longing and desire.

Then he shifts his eyes up to mine, while he dips his head forward and runs his tongue into my folds. His eyes drop shut with pleasure, and he moans against me. My fingers go into his unruly hair, dragging against his scalp as he devours me as if he will never eat again.

Pausing briefly, he tugs my leggings off of one foot and pulls my leg over his shoulder as he goes back for more.

“Come for me, Rin,” he says.

Shit, I don’t think I’m going to have a choice. I bite down on my lower lip. Hard. My eyes never leave him as he demands my pleasure. I’m seriously going to have a fucking orgasm in a school supply closet.

He presses two fingers inside of me, spreading them wide as if he is checking that I can take him. Before he adds a third. The pressure as he spreads them sends me straight into orbit. I’m weightless as he continues his demand for all of my pleasure.

Relentlessly, he doesn’t stop, and my legs start to shake. The shelf rattles as I grab hold of it to keep myself up right.

“Cam, oh shit, Cam,” I pant. He chuckles against my folds, the vibration sending shockwave after shockwave through me.

“Give me more of your sweet juices,” he demands with a purr.

His musk flows off of him. Smelling like sitting on a porch, watching the rain evaporate hot pavement, after a late spring shower. It smells amazing and almost makes me wish I didn’t wear my lotion so that I could see what we smell like mixed.

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