Page 69 of Knotting With A Stranger

James returns, his tongue taking long strokes, sucking and flicking my clit. I bite down on his palm to keep from screaming as his tender bites send me convulsing with arousal.

My hips rock against his mouth. His free hand grips my thigh bruisingly tight, holding me in place as he devours me—tongue plunging into me, lapping at me. I’ve never had a man go downon me. Sure, I’ve been fingered and played with, even had sex once, but fuck me, nothing compares to a mouth devouring me.

It’s soft, but starved, and I moan louder against his palm. My fingers tangle in his hair, needing more of him inside me as I struggle to stay quiet.

When he replaces his tongue with two fingers, pushing into me roughly, curling it to hit just the right spot while his tongue continues its relentless assault, fingering me hard, fast, I shatter. The orgasm crashes through me like the storm outside, my body trembling as he keeps pumping into me, sucking on my clit.

“That’s it,” he murmurs against my thigh, pressing hot kisses to the sensitive skin. “Come harder for me.”

I’m still shaking, floating, when the sound of a door opening upstairs cuts through my haze.

Heavy footsteps cross the hallway, and I try to pull away, suddenly aware of how exposed I am. James doesn’t let me, instead pulling me tighter against him.

“I have no issues sharing you with my friends,” he whispers against my ear. “They’re my everything. But you’re mine first.”

The words send a shiver down my spine—equal parts fear and arousal. What kind of man says something like that? And why does it turn me on so much?

After a moment, the bathroom door closes, and we hear the sound of running water.

“Hunter,” James whispers, but there’s no guilt in his expression—only a predatory intensity that makes my knees weak.

“So, you want to share me with them?” I whisper.

He grins. “You said it was your fantasy during truth or dare, right? Leaving us to have our way with you.”

I’m still spread wide, legs wrapped around his waist, thinking how much I might love having all three men. Except, am I justdreaming that this is anything more than us stuck in a cabin and losing control of our inhibitions?

“I... I’m not sure we should do more,” I stammer, still trembling from the orgasm buzzing through my body. “Even this... God, this was incredible but moving fast.”

James chuckles, a dark sound that vibrates through his chest. “Too late for second thoughts, baby. But I can be patient.” He pulls back into his knees, his attention dipping between my thighs.

I blush, seeing the way he stares at me.

“You have such a pretty pussy.” He reaches down and pushes the tips of his fingers into me. “I’m fucking dying to put my cock inside you.” Then he pulls back and sticks them into his mouth, licking them, eyes rolling back like he’s in ecstasy.

A buzz tingles deep in my stomach at the sight of his enjoyment, but then in moments, he helps me to my feet, before grabbing and handing me my shorts.

My legs threaten to give out, but I quickly get dressed.

Before I can respond, he scoops me into his arms, one arm under my knees, the other supporting my back. I yelp in surprise, clutching at his shoulders.

“What are you doing?” I hiss.

“Taking you to bed,” he says simply, carrying me toward the stairs as if I weigh nothing.

He moves silently through the house, avoiding the creaky steps I’d stumbled over earlier. When we reach my room, he pushes the door open with his foot and carries me to the bed, laying me down with surprising gentleness.

“I’ll be dreaming about the taste of you,” he murmurs, pressing a kiss to my forehead that’s almost tender. “About all the ways I’m going to fuck you.”

The crude words spoken so softly have me shivering. I should be appalled. I should tell him to leave. Instead, I find myself reaching for him, pulling him down for one more kiss.

He allows it, and I taste myself in his mouth… it’s almost sweet, the scent strong. He pulls back before it can deepen.

“Dream of me,” he commands, his thumb brushing across my swollen lips.

“Goodnight, James,” I whisper, already feeling the loss of his burning warmth.

He backs toward the door, his gaze never leaving mine. “Goodnight, Lily.”

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