Page 94 of Knot That Serious

Then Beckett took his arms and held them together at the small of his back, grinding his erection into Jack’s ass.

“What do you think they’re doing, Jack?” he asked, leaning over to speak into Jack’s ear.

“I-I don’t know,” Jack said, breath suddenly weak.

Beckett grinned and nipped at Jack’s shoulder. “I’m going to continue what I tried to start a half-hour ago, okay?”

He was tired of Jack’s petty interruptions, knew Jack wanted it from the way his breath stuttered and his hips pushed back into him.

“Eli won’t be back for hours,” he drawled, rubbing salt in the wound. “So be as loud as you want.”

Beckett sat up, keeping a hand wrapped around Jack’s wrists, and leaned off the side of the bed to grab the tie he’d worn that day.

After Beckett tied up his hands, he stared down at Jack, at the smooth lines of his body, the tattoos that swirled over his pale olive-toned skin.

Without his hands, his weight was supported by his knees and his shoulders, his cheek pressed into the bed. It was a vulnerable position, and he hoped maybe it would inspire Jack to be vulnerable, too.

At least that was the goal. And Beckett didn’t plan on stopping until he cooperated.

Beckett smoothed a hand down Jack’s spine, focusing more on his warmth than his stuttered response.

This was only Eli’s first date with the alpha, but first dates could go a long way. Beckett would know, considering it had only taken one date for him and Jack to get to this point.

Jack was quiet for a long time, and Beckett began kissing down his spine, kneading his ass cheeks.

“Uh—”

“Words, Jack,” Beckett reminded him.

“W-what do you think they’re doing?”

Beckett rewarded him by spreading his cheeks, leaning in to lick directly over his hole.

“C’mon, Jack, I know you don’t care about the date.” Beckett laved at his hole, tasting the soap from their shower earlier.

Jack shoved his hips in Beckett’s direction with a gasp. “What do you care about, then?”

Beckett hummed, bit at the globe of his ass. “If he’s touching her,” Beckett admitted.

Jack whined. “Jesus, Beckett.”

His hands fidgeted at his lower back, and Beckett nipped his ass cheek. “You’ll tell me if it gets uncomfortable?”

“Yeah, of course,” Jack answered. “Don’t stop.”

Beckett didn’t plan on it. “Do you like the idea of him touching her?” he asked, then buried his lips and tongue in him.

“No, fuck, no, I—fuck, that feels good,” Jack moaned.

When he lapped the flat of his tongue over him again, Beckett pressed the tip inside, and Jack positively shook beneath him.

Heat rattled down Beckett’s spine, settling in his lower back and hips and cock, throbbing with desire.

Jack slowly softened beneath him, wet and pliant, and Beckett eventually traded his tongue for a single finger.

“Do you think she’d let him fuck her?” Jack panted.

Beckett paused, refusing to move even as Jack’s hips rolled toward him, trying to take his digit deeper. “Maybe. I would,” Beckett mused.

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