Page 53 of Hard Knot

He smirks, his hands gripping my hips tighter.

“I’ve been dying just being in the same space as you for longer than fifteen minutes.” The honesty in his voice makes mypulse quicken. I can’t let him know how hot it is for him to admit that.

Leaning closer, I let my lips brush against his ear.

“Do you have a hair tie?” I murmur.

“The only tie I have is this cheap uniform one,” he admits, and I laugh, the sound breathless.

“That’ll do.”

I slide the tie from his collar, looping my hair into a messy knot. The act feels intimate, almost too intimate, but the look in his eyes as he watches every single movement I make, licking his lip like he’s ready to eat me up when I finish is enough to make me forget everything else.

He’s watching me like I’m the only thing in the world that matters, and it’s equal parts thrilling and terrifying.

“You’re killing me,” he murmurs, his voice raw with need.

“Good,” I reply, my tone teasing as I work on lifting up enough so I can slide the thin lining of my panties to the side, revealing my slick-coated pussy that feels far too hot in comparison to the atmosphere. It makes me shiver while I catch how his eyes further darken and those nostrils flare. I know he’s catching every hint of the scent of my arousal, and that’s nagging at his Alpha instincts.

Just like how he’s driving my Omega instincts wild.

There’s no need to draw this torture out any longer, which is why I sink onto him.

The sensation is immediate, overwhelming. My breath catches as he stretches me, and a groan tears from his throat, his head falling back against the seat out of blissful relief.

“Fuck, Elizabeth.”

He doesn’t know how fulfilling this feels, especially after feeling so deprived of his absence.

I start to move, slow and deliberate, savoring the friction and the way his hands grip my hips, guiding me. Each movementsends a jolt of pleasure through me, and I can’t hold back the breathy moans that escape my lips.

The sound bounces off the car’s interior, mingling with the creak of the leather beneath us and the wet, rhythmic sound of our bodies moving together.

“You’re perfect,” he murmurs, his voice strained. “So fucking perfect, Abbie. Keep moving like that. Up and down at that sinful pace.”

A gasp escapes me as I dig my nails into his shoulders, needing something to anchor me.

“Carter...” The way I say his name seems to undo him. He grips me tighter, pulling me down harder, deeper, until I’m trembling with the effort to keep up.

My walls tighten around him, and I feel his rhythm falter, his control slipping as he chases the same high I am.

“You’re driving me insane,” he growls, his hands sliding under my thighs to lift me slightly before slamming me back down. The roughness sends me spiraling, a cry ripping from my throat as pleasure overtakes me. “Fuck, baby. Your pussy is going to choke me out.”

With how tightly I’m strangling him with my pulsing pussy, maybe, but I can’t think about any consequences right now when I’m moving on autopilot — chasing the high that’s getting closer and closer.

“Don’t stop,” I plead, my voice high and desperate. “I’m so close.”

“I want you to be nice and loud for me, Abbie,” he murmurs darkly, leaning close to nip at my earlobe. “Gotta work those vocal chords now so next time I’m fucking you in the changeroom, we make sure those bitches can hear us a mile away.”

His words push me closer to the edge, my body reacting instinctively.

My walls clench around him, and he chuckles darkly.

“You like that idea, don’t you? Being caught?”

I shake my head, but the way I move against him betrays me. The idea of someone finding us fucking like this.Or even on school property, knowing the off chance that we won’t even get in trouble for it is driving me insane at the tempting possibilities.

“God…yes,” I confess, and secretly hope he does put me in a situation like that because what a nice payback that would be.

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