Page 97 of Knot Just for Show

I run my tongue up the underside of Lysander’s cock, swirling it around his cock head before closing my lips around it and sucking.

Lysander lets out a low moan and I release my suction—fingers still in a tight grip around the base of his cock—holding it upright in front of Teddy’s lips as if to saynow you try’

Teddy, a quick study, runs the flat of his tongue up the underside of Lysander’s cock—flicking it across Lysander’s head before closing his mouth around him.

When Teddy releases Lysander from his mouth, I crook my hand around the back of Teddy’s neck—bringing his mouth to mine—Lysander’s throbbing cock between us.

Lysander can’t form full words—but moans what sounds like the word ‘please’ over and over.

We take turns licking him up and down—me sucking Lysander’s head while Teddy plays with his balls.

“The two of you,” Lysander huffs, hardly able to catch his breath against the effort of staying his orgasm. “I can’t…” His hips jerk upward and I take him as deep as I can into my mouth—his head nearly jostling the back of my throat at barely half his length.

“Here—let me.” Teddy lunges for him, taking Lysander as deep as he can.

I see Lysander’s balls convulse—his cock pulsating as he fills Teddy’s mouth with cum. He lays still on the bed as Teddy rolls off him—beating his own cock furiously, his eyes falling on me in desperation.

Before I can move to help him—he’s on me, face down in my pussy—his ass hiked high in the air, his hand milking his own cock.

I work my fingers into Teddy’s hair, bucking my hips into his face as I watch Lysander slowly stir on the pillows behind Teddy.

Teddy moans against my pussy as Lysander slips beneath him—his mouth wrapping around Teddy’s cock as Teddy levers his hips downward—fucking Lysander’s face while he sucks my clit.

“Cumming!” Teddy grunts—pushing his tongue deep inside me as he cums in Lysander’s throat.

All of us roll apart—baffled at how Ash has managed to stay sleeping—but there he is; serene as if he were carved from marble—his cock as rock hard and alabaster white as the rest of him.

“I am so thirsty I’m going to fucking die,” I manage to gasp out.I drag myself out of the sunken nest bed and up onto the carpeted banks of the bedroom, grab my satin robe and toss it over my nakedness to run up the stairs to the kitchen to get a glass of water, and possibly some additional glasses for the spent Lysander and Teddy, if I’m feeling charitable.

I round the top step and have to clap a hand over my mouth to keep from squealing out loud—Ronan is on his back on the kitchen island—Mavren’s hand furiously stroking Ronan’s hard cock—devoid of its knot in the face of Mavren’s alpha aura, Mavren’s own cock deep in Ronan’s ass as he fucks him.

Catching sight of me, Mavren’s motions slow—his eyes on me, as if waiting for my reaction.

Ronan’s head lols to the side—his eyes burning with a wicked delight.

“Why don’t you join us, Sugar?” he invites me—his words cutting off into a moan as Mavren thrusts slowly inside him.

“You want me to go down on you while he fucks you?” I purr, undoing the ties on my robe.

“Since I don’t have my knot right now—why don’t you just hop on and ride, cowgirl?” Ronan growls low as Mavren gives him the old half-half-whole; pushing inside Ronan all the way up to the swell of his knot.

“Yes please!” I squeal, using a nearby stool—and Mavren’s outstretched hand, to help me up onto the counter.

“Fuck yes, Sugar—that’s it,” Ronan hisses as I mount him—my knees astride his hips, his cock inside me—both his hands on my hips, Mavren’s hands curl up over my shoulders as he and I begin moving against Ronan once more.

We start slow. Mavren stroking Ronan’s prostate with his long, slow strokes—me, riding Ronan’s knotless cock as he does his best not to cry out and wake the still-sleeping Ash.

Our speed begins to increase—my clit singing from the friction as I grind against Ronan’s pubic bone, his cock clutched tight in my trembling muscles.

“I know Lysander gave me a ring,” I whimper between breathy moans over my shoulder, moving my hands over Mavren’s. “But I’m wondering if you could give me a little necklace.” I guide his wide, strong hands up my shoulders guiding the ‘V’ between his thumbs and forefingers to the hollow of my throat.

I feel his grip, firm but still affectionate—my head lolling back as he gives a safe but exhilarating squeeze.

The response is immediate—Mavren slams deep inside Ronan as I lift my hips and drop them—grinding down against him. Everything becomes more intense, more desperate as weincrease the speed of our ride from a cantor to a gallop—a hurricane of gasping breaths, slapping and slurping wet sounds.

“Holy fuck, that’s hot!” I hear Teddy’s voice exclaim in a stage whisper from the top of the stairs.

I turn my head to see Teddy and Lysander—both in boxers—hands clamped over their soft cocks as if worried they might stir again.

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