Page 40 of Knot Alone

Maggie glances down to make sure Linus is okay after the suspicious departure of his tongue.

“Don’t worry.” I stroke my hand through her sweaty hair. “He likes anal.” With nipping kisses along the inside of Maggie’s thigh, Linus gets back to work while I try to figure out how to tangent.

I don’t say, ‘And that’s it.’ Maggie kept her encouraged likes to plain vanilla sex, but having her on my couch and in my bed has taught me that Maggie likes other things too. Like the dirty talk that has her squelching down there beneath Linus’ tongue. Like the way she gasps and wriggles every time Linus presses her down a little harder on her hips to keep her right where he wants her.

“I like voyeurism.” I blurt out.

Maggie snorts, like ‘No duh.’ Which… yeah. It’s obvious.

I glance back down at the chart, trying to force enough blood back into my brain to figure out other places we might overlap, but Maggie reaches up and cups my cheek with an ember-hot hand.

“Graham.” She gasps. Her eyes flutter closed, then she drags them back open. She uses the hand on Linus’ head to tug him away from her center, just for a moment. Linus’ pupils are blown, his lips swollen red and shiny. There’s a desperate heave of her chest.

But she’s stubborn, our girl, and she focuses on me. “How about you trust I’ll say use my safe word if I need it.”

I lean in and press my forehead against hers, just breathing her in. “That’s not how this is supposed to work.”

“Will you respect my limits?”

I pull back and meet her eyes so she can see my seriousness. “Of course.”

“Then we can make it. You… you know pretty well what I like.”

I kiss her, restrained and slow, and Linus is done waiting. Maggie moans against my mouth. I watch her writhe under the onslaught of Linus’ tongue now that we’ve finished talking. Her hand spasms away from my face to clench my collar, her other hand grasping at the pillow as she tries to curl up and away but into Linus’ tongue all at the same time.

I snap the binder closed and toss it over my shoulder. I prop up on my elbow where I can watch her writhe but still see Linus’ hands gripping tight on her thighs, keeping her spread just enough that he can maneuver her around to eat her out.

Maggie flails her hand off the bed and grasps my shoulder, like she’s trying to twist away from Linus. I shush her. “Stay right there, baby. Let him have you.” I put a hand on her rib cage, pressing her back to the mattress and to Linus’ tongue. Maggie drags her hand down my arm to my hand and pushes it down, a start/stop of shaking and the glide of sweat until my palm reaches her mound.

I stay there.

Maggie shakes her hand on my collar and groans. She twists and arches at whatever Linus is doing between her legs. (From the sound, I would guess he’s sucking on the open mouth of her cunt.)

“Graham!”

“Did you want something, honey?”

“In me!” She gasps.

“Linus is the one down there.”

Maggie fists my collar and yanks me to her with surprising strength. “Get your fingers in me.”

“Yes, ma’am.” I grin and slip two fingers past Linus’ tongue and straight into her soaking pussy.

Maggie spasms as I knock the breath out of her.

“Like that?”

Maggie’s glare is like facing the fury of a wet kitten.

I decide to take pity on her and curl my fingers up against her G-spot, my palm held out of the way so Linus can put his swollen lips to her clit and suck. Maggie can do nothing but moan as we fuck her together, teetering on the edge of orgasm from nothing but two fingers and a tongue.

I bend down and murmur in her ear. “Come on, baby. Come for us.”

Like she was waiting for permission, Maggie comes, thighs snapped tight against Linus’ ears, her voice nothing but a high whine. Her cunt clenches my fingers and slick drips down to pool in my palm. I leave my fingers where they are so she has something to clutch while her shaking thighs unwind.

The calm won’t last long. I can scent Maggie teetering on the edge of pre-heat to heat. This is nothing more than a lull as her body gives her enough time to catch her breath.

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