Page 39 of Knot Alone

Maggie blinks, not all there. I entwine my fingers with hers and slip them through Linus’ curls, giving a little tug as we drag him closer to her cunt. I hear Linus moan against her core and it must feel spectacular because Maggie bows off the bed and yanks on Linus’ hair.

“Shh.” I soothe. “Just tugs. Nothing that hurts.”

“I’m sorry.” She pets Linus’ head and looks ready to cry.

“It’s okay, baby.”

“I’m sorry.” She sobs. Maggie pushes herself up to gently drag on Linus’ hair and pull him away from her pussy. She scatters kisses over Linus’ face with murmured apologies.

They’re both naked and sweaty, with Linus awkwardly balanced between Maggie’s legs as she curls up to meet him. There’s nothing posed or photogenic about them. They’re naked and honest and so desperately beautiful that I want my camera. I wish I could take more than a memory home to try and capture them in sculpture.

It took me three years to convince Linus to agree to pose for me naked. He spread out on our bed, letting me draw the perfect Fibonacci curve of his ass, with his muddle of curls, and a single glowering eye peeking at me from our tangled sheets. Those were the only parts of him he’d been willing to let me see with my sketchbook out.

Maybe Maggie would let me sketch her sooner. Let me draw the two of them together, just like this.

Maggie’s moans jolt me out of the daydream and I shake myself free of pheromones. I’m working on a clock here. Linus is crawling on top of her, pressing Maggie down to the mattress. Her hands burrow into his hair as they frantically kiss. Linus has a grip on her plump rear, tilting Maggie’s hips up into the cradle of his own, like he’s going to slip into her right here.

I close the 3-ring with a snap and smack Linus on the ass. He jolts up, pain cutting through the haze of arousal.

“Interestingly, none of us like impact play, which is good to know.” Linus flops back down with sulking irritation. But he stays put, burying his face in the crook of Maggie’s neck to breathe her in instead of trying to get her off.

“What are you talking about?” Maggie sighs, some light back in her eyes while she strokes steady hands down Linus’ sweaty back.

“The caseworker pointed out that Linus and I filled out our forms incorrectly.”

“What?” Maggie demands. She’s naked and on the edge of tipping into a full-blown heat, yet I still feel scolded. That’s impressive.

“Linus and I weren’t expecting to find you, so we filled out our forms differently than we would’ve if we were being honest.” I raise an eyebrow and Maggie’s red deepens beneath her flush. Which is as close as she’ll get to admitting she did the same.

“So, this isn’t the time to revisit our hard limits or things we might like to do with limitations.” Especially since Maggie doesn’t have any listed at all. “We need to make sure we’re on the same honest page about what you want.”

Some part of me planned on showing Maggie our said likes versus our actual likes. Under normal circumstances, I’d wager good money that both Maggie and Linus love charts and spreadsheets far more than me.

But these aren’t normal circumstances. Linus is sucking a hickey into Maggie’s throat, while she has a death grip on his hair and her legs wrapped around his waist to keep him right there playing vampire.

We are racing out of time. But I have things I want to do to them over the next few days that I’m not going to sacrifice just because I’m so hard it hurts.

“Right. You have here that you like nipple play.”

Maggie’s eyes snap open, not like she’d checked out of the conversation, but like she didn’t expect me to just say it out loud like that.

Linus, clever bastard that he is, takes advantage of Maggie’s distraction and wraps one hot, heavy hand around her small tit to squeeze.

“Oh!” Maggie jolts. Linus nips kisses down her collarbone and to the other breast, giving one long sucking kiss to her nipple. Maggie’s hands spasm in Linus’ hair as she tries not to bow up into his mouth.

“We like that too,” I say dryly. “You also have cunnilingus, which Linus loves, but the stingy bastard doesn’t have listed as a like.” Linus grumbles around her tit. He pinches Maggie’s nipple between his fingers like the poor breast deserves punishment for my teasing.

“Ah!” Maggie claws at him. She rolls her hips against Linus’ poor, hard dick where it’s pressed between them, and Linus can’t help himself anymore. He’s either going to get in her or—Linus shifts and starts dragging wet, open-mouthed kisses down Maggie’s belly, heading for her cunt. He ignores her hands trying to tug him back up into a kiss.

I put one hot, calloused hand on Maggie’s tit and brush my thumb over her nipple, still wet from Linus’ mouth. “You like fingering, which all three of us listed.” I twist my finger around her areola. “And, our pretty girl, you want us to take your mouth and your needy little cunt at the same time.”

“Graham.” She moans, trying to roll up into Linus’ mouth, which is laving long, wet stripes over her cunt, and then spearing in to suck on her clit.

I abandon her breast to cup her jaw and drag her poor, bitten lip out from between her teeth. I rub my thumb over her fat lip, careful to look her in the eye. I ignore her heaving chest and how much I want to bite across her tits until her nipples ache. She’d feel me in her skin for days after we’re done. “And you, darling girl, want one of us in your tight little pussy and one of us in your ass.”

Linus must have missed that in his review of the paperwork. The poor bastard stiffens to stop himself from humping the bed. He buries his face in Maggie’s thigh to breathe through.

Linus loves anal. Vaginas are great. He enjoys them—as evidenced by where he’s spent the last ten minutes. But anal. Linus told me once that he knew he would fall in love with a man because he loved anal too much not too: the tightness, the stretch, the vulnerability.

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