Page 20 of Knot Alone

His tongue spears straight into my cunt, still loose from Linus this afternoon. I didn’t realize how wet I am because Graham doesn’t have to warm me up at all. His tongue just slips in with a squelch, like it belongs there. I flail, one hand going to grasp at Graham’s fine strands, the other caught by Linus and pressed to his chest while I writhe on Graham’s tongue.

“He’s talented, isn’t he?” Linus rumbles in my ear as Graham clicks his tongue against my bundle of nerves. I shriek and try to buck away, but Linus holds my hips in place with a hand so broad it nearly stretches across my belly.

“He loves a good cunt. He’s missed having one to play with and you’ve got such a pretty little pussy.” I’m so close to the edge I shake, scrambling at Linus’ shirt for a grip on reality. “He’s going to eat you out for days, darling, just getting to know your tight little hole before he fucks you.”

I come at the thought of Graham filling me up and making me beg for his knot. I lose control over my tongue and the sound of me begging him to do it, to take me, echoes through the living room. Some part of me recognizes that the pleading is coming from me, but I don’t care. I’m too busy riding the long end of my orgasm, Graham slowing his licks to drag out my pleasure.

Graham just got me off in a matter of minutes with nothing more than his tongue.

Well, his tongue and Linus’ dirty words in my ear. But despite my third orgasm of the day, my cunt feels empty, clenching on nothing.

Graham grabs his t-shirt from wherever he dropped it and wipes away the sheen of slick covering his mouth. “Fuck, you taste amazing.”

“Told you.” Linus brags.

“When?” I ask, breathless. Graham comes up and kisses me. My raspberries and his salty, malty bread blend on his tongue. We are delicious.

“I got several panicked, horny texts on your drive home.” I blink. I didn’t even notice Linus texting.

“You were otherwise occupied,” Linus says. A polite reference to my angst in the back of the car.

All that worry about going home with an Alpha I barely knew to meet his husband, a husband who must be furious, and this is how it turned out. Linus whispering dirty nothings in my ear and Graham fucking me with his tongue.

Linus brushes my loose, wild hair off my face. “What would you like, darling?”

“I’d like a bed.”

“Well, then.” Linus kisses my lips, and Graham presses a peck to my neck. “A bed you shall have.”

Graham takes us each by the hand and helps us off the couch, pausing to kiss us on the lips himself before Linus takes my free hand. The two Alphas keep me between them on the walk up the stairs. I’d be self-conscious, but Graham kicks off his sweats before we even leave the living room, giving me a perfect view of his tight ass all the way up the stairs. I blush with the effort not to look at his still-hard cock, like I’m not just as naked.

The upper floor is dark and quiet as we traverse the halls. There are no sounds leaking in from the street. Graham left on a warm, bedside light, barely illuminating the dark blue walls and making the bedroom a haven. Even more comforting is the concentration of Linus and Graham’s scents in the one place in the world that has been wholly and completely for them.

At least, completely for them until tonight.

Graham wraps his arms around my shoulders from behind. The endless stretch of naked skin shouldn’t be as comforting as it is. “Isn’t he ridiculous?” Oh, I’ve been so busy looking at their giant bed with its thick metal frame that I haven’t noticed Linus going over to the dark wooden dresser. He takes off his watch and drops it in a specific compartment. His cufflinks, tie clips, and other things I couldn’t name are all precisely organized.

Linus and I are naked and the only clothes Linus is missing are his jacket and tie. Though he did leave his shoes by the door. Despite me being the naked one, there’s something oddly vulnerable about Linus’ stocking-clad feet.

“How is he still dressed?” I stage whisper to Graham.

“Believe it or not, this is the relaxed version of him. He used to sleep in old man button-up pajamas until he met me.”

“They’re comfortable.” Linus objects.

“So you say.” Graham laughs and rolls his eyes at me. Damn the man, because he sees something in my eyes that I don’t realize I’m sharing. He smiles sweetly before he nudges me straight into Linus’ arms.

“Maggie?” Linus strokes my hair back.

“I want to undress you,” I say, hands clenched tight on his lapels.

“Darling.” He leans in for a soothing kiss. “Whatever you want.”

With shaking hands, I slowly undo Linus’ shirt. I’m not Graham, so I have to keep my eyes on each button and the slow but steady reveal of his pale skin. Linus is lean and solid, but more like a swimmer than Graham’s bulk. He’s smooth and lightly defined. He’d be perfect, like a marble statue, if he didn’t have freckles scattered across his shoulders and fading out like stars down his chest.

Linus said I can have whatever I want, so with shaking hands, I undo his belt and slacks. He rumbles as my knuckles nudge along the ridge of his cock. I let the trousers drop to the floor while Linus kicks them away, preoccupied with that bulge in his tight boxer briefs. I give it a little squeeze, taunting him like he did me all those hours ago when he started working me through my panties.

“Maggie.” He rumbles, and I just can’t help myself. I slip my fingers under the waistband and peel his boxers down. His erection springs free and my mouth waters. The head is bright red, like he’s been hard for a while. The fact he kept it to himself and let Graham play with me is so fucking hot. Linus’ cock is the perfect size. It’s long and hard, the same thickness as my favorite toy.

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