Page 111 of My Knotty Mountain Men

“Fuck’s sake, Aiden,” I growl. “Now that's all I can think about.”

“She’s so fucking sexy, Thomas.” Aiden grunts as I prep him, thrusting my fingers in and out of his ass. “I want to suck on those tits as she shatters around my cock, then pull out and cum all over her belly and rub it into her skin, marking her as mine.”

My cock twitches at the thought. “You're killing me here,” I mutter, quickly finishing him up so I can coat my cock with the lube.

“You know you want to fuck her breasts, cumming all over that pretty face.”

Breathing through my nose, I try my best to keep it together, but he’s doing this on purpose. He wants me to lose control, to take my sexual frustration out on him.

If that’s what he wants, then fuck it, I’ll gladly do it.

“Breathe,” I tell him, giving him a warning as I place the tip of my cock against his hole.

“How about you just stick the damn–Oh, fuck!” he starts to sass, but I thrust forward, shutting him up fast.

My eyes roll back at the tight feeling of him wrapped around me. “So fucking tight,” I choke out. It’s been a while since I’ve been inside him. And fuck, I forgot how good it feels.

We’re both switches, but we mostly top Nolan. But sometimes, we just need this connection between the two of us.

A moan rips through the bathroom as the need to rut into him takes over. “Fuck me, Thomas,” he pants out, thrusting his ass into me. “Don’t hold back.”

Pulling out all the way, I groan as his hole tightens around me even more before thrusting all the way back in.

His head hangs as he lets out the sweetest moan of pleasure.

“Touch yourself,” I demand.

He moves one of his hands down and hisses as he starts to jerk himself off. I thrust in and out of him again and again. It doesn’t take long before I’m so consumed by this man and his sounds of pleasure from what I’m doing to him that it has me rutting into him.

The slap of my hips against his ass fills the air, along with our grunts and growls.

It’s hard and dirty, desperate and needy.

My hands roam his body, unable to keep them to myself. I’m obsessed; I fucking love this man so much.

A lot has happened this year, and it feels like we’ve hardly had a chance to breathe. But the one thing I can count on is my pack. My Alpha.

“I’m close,” I grunt, my knot bumping against his ass. I have the urge to shove it deep inside him, but he would kill me. That's one thing we’ve never done to one another, and we have no interest in trying.

“Me too,” he moans, his muscles tense as he works his hand faster.

“Cum for me, Aiden,” I groan when he clenches around me, my cock brushing against his prostate. “Paint the fucking tile walls for me like a good fucking boy.”

“I’m not your good boy!” he growls, but it turns into a moan as I hit that pleasure spot again and again.

I’m frantic, rushing toward the edge, ready to free fall over. My balls draw up, and my body tenses. With a throbbing knot that has had no damn attention, I cum hard with one last thrust, stilling myself inside Aiden.

“Fuck!” I roar, my cock jerking inside him, coating his inner walls with ropes of cum.

“Thomas,” he grunts. “Oh shit.” Aiden pounds his first against the wall before he’s thrusting his hips forward into his hands. Looking to the side, I watch as he cums, his cock shooting jets of cum against the shower wall.

“Good boy.” I breathe out a laugh, chest heaving as I try to catch my breath. My head is spinning, and my body is humming from my release.

“Oh, fuck off,” he laughs, gasping for air.

“Feeling better?”

He nods. “I needed this, thank you.”

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