Page 74 of Shaken Knot Stirred

“I’m nervous.”

“I know, baby, I can see it in your aura, remember? Tell me.”

“I want you to let go, Moxie, use me.”

“With your hands tied?” I said, doing my best to remember exactly what he said. He shivered and thrust his hips.

“You’ll have to make yourself wet for me. Can you do that, Moxie?”

“I’m nervous.” I smiled at the memory. I had developed a hangup right around my 19th birthday. I had accidentally stumbled on a porno with a triple knotting scene. The therapists would have eaten it up. I didn’t know any other omegas, or any other women, so I had convinced myself I wasn’t doing sex right. I thought I was a disappointment.

“I can’t help you. My hands are tied.”

I shifted to straddle his leg just like I did that night. “Tell me what to do, Nico.” I said, hoping to keep him somewhere between the good memories and the present moment. His eyes were still glazed, but I knew he saw me. The real me, not the girl from his memories.

“Touch yourself. Make yourself feel good for me.”

I remembered it had been awkward at first, and Nico had to give me encouragement. I didn’t need that now. I slid my hand between us, and moaned when my fingers touched my clit. I was wet already. Nico could always make my body sing.

“You’re so fucking beautiful. And smart. The things you can do take my breath away.”

I stripped out of the off-the-shoulder sweater I was wearing. The heat rolling off his body was uncomfortable. He kept whispering words of praise into my mouth as we kissed just like he had that night.

I let go, giving into the building pleasure I was creating. I breathed into my aura, willing it to blend with Nico’s. I wanted no barrier between us, I wanted him to feel what I was feeling.

“I have a confession.” He buried his head in my neck. I moaned into his ear sending shivers through him.

“Tell me.” I tamped down concern. There had been no confessions on my birthday night.

“There’s only been you,” he found my mouth again with soft but desperate kisses. “You and Star.”

I held back my shock at that piece of news. I had always assumed there were people before me, and certainly after. I packed that away to process later.

“Star will take care of you,” He started struggling against the handcuffs suddenly, “When I’m… Star…”

I scrambled for something to say, some bit of memory from my birthday night. “I need your knot.” I grasped his cock lightly. His whole body shook.

I threw my leg over his lap. When the tip of his cock touched my entrance, his back arched sharply.

“You feel so good in me, Nico.” I kept my voice low, stroking his face. I slowly lowered myself on to him. My whimpers competed with his growl. He was so incredibly huge inside me. My slick made me sensitive. Every ridge and vein massaged my inner walls.

I raised myself up and Nico thrashed, thrusting his hips up into me. I clenched my jaw to keep from screaming. It felt so raw and so good. I pushed down hard, filling myself with him again. That seemed to soothe him in a way, like my body was the answer.

“Moxie.” Nico’s eyes fluttered open. His voice was rough and strained. “Come for me. I need you to come.”

His growled words rippled through me like liquid electricity. My fingers became rough on my clit, fueled by years of desperation. Desperate for him, inside me and around me and his aura that tasted like spring.

I grabbed his throat and forced his face to me. I wanted him to see me, not a vision of me.

“Tell me Nico.” I grunted out.

“Come, Moxie.”

A pin prick of pleasure burst, bringing every cell in my body alive and stealing my voice. My name left Nico on a scream. I felt his cum fill me, fill all spaces my orgasm shattered. His body went tight and rigid, every muscle pushed past a limit.

“Knot me.” I sobbed.

I dug my fingers into his neck. My pussy clenched around his cock in an uncontrolled spasm. I ground onto his knot, my own growl vibrating in my chest.

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