Page 44 of Knot Alone

“Look at him.” Graham growls.

It takes everything I have to drag my head to the side, away from the safety of Graham’s throat, and look at Linus. He’s sprawled on the bed, dragging a hand up and down his cock while he watches us. He’s waiting for his ‘turn to fuck Maggie’s sloppy cunt’ like he said before Graham picked me up and started fucking me right there in the middle of the room.

“Graham.” I tug his hair. For all Graham would deny he likes it, he snarls and widens his stance, fucking up into me just a little harder. I’m overwhelmed by the hot and salty taste of his skin beneath my tongue as I mouth along his shoulder. I’m trying to stay conscious as he fucks me for Linus to see. Nowhere to hide. Then Graham grinds his cock deep in my hole and my voice breaks as I come. My arms, legs, and cunt all clutch around Graham like I never want to let him go.

Graham stumbles forward and we thump against the wall. Before I can finish riding the wave of pleasure, Graham presses my back against the wall and doubles his pace. His frantic thrusts punch out wet, overstimulated sobs.

My hands slip across his sweaty back as I scramble to do something, anything, but he hooked my knees over his elbows and pressed my back against the wall. I’m stuck there to just take it.

The edges of my vision go white. All the breath leaves my lungs as I tumble over the edge into another orgasm so hard on the heels of the first that I can’t separate the two.

With that, Graham moans, dropping his head into my throat as my cunt spasms. He wraps his mouth just above my mating gland and sucks a bruise into my skin while his knot swells in my hole. —

— Linus’ cock nestled between my cheeks doesn’t seem nearly as important as his hot thumbs stroking from my tailbone up my lower back. They circle out and over a faded knot he worked out of my muscle ten minutes ago, then his palms slide over my ass.

Heat licks at the base of my spine, but it’s like some animal happy to just have Linus’ hands on me. Part of me is excited for when my heat rears its head again. I’ll be so relaxed that Linus will nudge apart my legs and slip into my waiting hole without thinking. But right now, I’m enjoying the massage too much.

“Poor Linus was so mortified that his erection died right there in my mouth. It took me a week and four blowjobs to get him to talk during sex again.” Graham teases, and I laugh at the story.

After our last round of sex, Graham seemed to know I was in the mood for a massage, but not for quiet. He set Linus to work then raided the fridge for the snacks he’d prepared. While Linus worked out the muscles in my lower back, Graham rambled that Linus had learned massage when Graham brought back his first war wounds. Graham wound through several stories while we ate sprawled across a blanket on the floor. He just finished explaining that the first time Linus dirty talked, he hadn’t even realized he’d done it and spent a week too mortified to speak.

Graham holds out one of the little oatmeal energy bites he likes to make instead of protein bars and slips it between my lips, like he’s done a dozen times before.

But this time, I reach when he leans, and two of his fingers slip into my mouth. A switch flips in my brain and my heat rears its head. I suck his two digits into my mouth. I catch chocolate, almond butter, and the salt that this heat has taught me is the flavor of my slick. —

— “I didn’t mean it.” Linus gasps.

The last time Linus’ knot deflated, he rolled off me and joked about not being able to get it up again.

He should have known better.

Even I know better and I’m not married to the man. Graham gave Linus the same smile he gave me before he hefted me into his arms and fucked me standing.

Which was how Linus found himself sprawled on the edge of the bed. His knees locked over Graham’s shoulders while Graham vacillated between nursing on the head of Linus’ cock and swallowing him whole. He deep-throats like Linus’ long prick is nothing.

I toss an arm over Linus’ chest, holding him in place for us. “Such a good boy,” Graham says, and both Linus and I whimper.

I’m content to tuck my knee on Linus’ hip, low enough not to block my view of the blowjob. I rub my aching cunt over Linus’ hip. When Graham decides Linus has had enough, I’m going to slide over and sit my pussy down on his hot cock, dripping wet with my slick and Graham’s spit. —

— “That’s it, pretty girl, let it in.”

As much as Linus was joking before, we’re all getting tired. After the last round, Graham dragged us into the bathroom for a quick shower to wash away the excess. Then he nudged Linus and me into the bathtub. We barely fit, with my back pressed against him and his shoulder holding my heavy head above water. The cold shower quelled my heat long enough for Graham to bring us some food—careful with his fingers this time.

But their soft touches, trusting Linus to hold me up, are more arousing than Graham’s fingers.

At least, they had been.

The water sloshes up and over the edge of the tub as Graham barely slips the dildo into my cunt. Linus keeps me tight against his hot bulk, one of my legs pinned between his thigh and the tub’s interior, with my other leg slung over the tub’s edge, spreading me wide. The tub’s lip pinches my calf as I roll up for leverage, trying to work myself on the sex toy Graham is holding near my cunt, not actually fucking me with.

“You can do it.” Linus rumbles, palming my breasts. My skin tingles at the temperature change from his fevered hand to the rush of lukewarm water every time he lets go.

Someone in the Center is a voyeur because they tilted the bathroom mirror at the perfect angle to see the tub. To see the breadth of Graham’s shoulders and the line of his strong back as he leans over the tub’s edge to play with me. To see Linus’ wild curls sticking up a hundred directions and clinging to his sweaty forehead as his hands palm my entire breast.

To see Graham rotate the dildo as he drags it out of my stretched cunt. To see my pussy folds wrap around the toy like my lips had wrapped around Linus’ cock when Graham held him down and we’d taken turns sucking him off.

I’m desperate and wanton and right where I’m supposed to be.

Chapter Twelve

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