Page 150 of Knot That Serious

“Come on, sweets,” Jack said, voice low and rough.

She stared up at him, eyes half-lidded, lips parted, nodding. “I want to, I want—”

Her expression crumpled as she whined.

Jack slowed his thrusts, deepening them, grinding against her clit. His knot was swelled, nudging against her every time he slid inside. He could feel her squeeze tightly around him, felt her thighs slick with her own arousal. Their hips met with a smack each time, and Jack let the pleasure burn through him.

“Do you want— can I—” Jack groaned and Eli nodded, whining louder, and he wondered if their neighbors could hear them. Then decided he didn’t really care.

“Please, please, please,” she chanted, nails biting into his shoulders before dragging down his arms. It was like she couldn’t decide where she wanted to touch him, and her arm looped back around his neck, her hips curling into him as if to chase his knot.

“Fuck, okay, okay,” he said, fingers digging into her hips, holding her still. It bumped against her, and she wiggled in his hold, urging him deeper.

Jack swallowed a groan as he pressed in, biting his lip as his knot stretched her.

“No, no, let it out,” Eli cooed breathlessly, and kissed his lips.

“You feel so fucking good,” Jack managed to choke out as he sank in. As she took his knot.

The moment he nudged his hips, grinding himself in her, she shuddered against him, head knocking against the wall as she came with a shout.

“Keep—keep doing that,” she cried, clinging onto him as she spasmed around him.

He was helpless but to obey. Jack repeated the motion, teasing the sweet spot all omegas had. She jolted in his arms, and Jack took her mouth before she cried out.

She released her cries on his tongue instead, gripping at him anew and shivering in his arms, around his cock.

“It’s so good,” Eli pulled away to slur. “You feel so good.”

He didn’t know if it was the praise or the fact that she was tumbling into another orgasm as he stimulated her, stoking the embers.

“That’s it,” he breathed.

They caught flame, and he wasn’t immune to the burn, the heat in his spine flaring as his stomach tightened. He kissed her again to muffle his groan, lips brushing sloppily as it razed through him. He spilled inside her, felt her still squeezing around him and couldn’t help but gently roll his hips against her, stirring his knot and his release within her.

Even as it faded, his pulse still thundered, and he pressed his forehead to Eli’s.

“Couch?” he asked.

With a giggle, she nodded, and Jack kept his grasp tight on her as he pulled her away from the wall and directed them to the couch.

“Gonna sit,” he warned, and tried to lower himself gently. Gravity worked against them and Eli’s breath caught as the movement jostled his knot inside her.

“Is baby gonna come again?” he teased, and Eli rolled her eyes.

“Can’t exactly blame me, can you?”

Jack grinned as he gripped her hips and shifted her on his lap, watching pleasure hit her again, eyes going half-lidded.

He’d keep her here all night, locked on his knot and coming until sunrise if he could.

“I—” am so in love with you, he wanted to say.

“Hmm?” she asked softly, a hand threading into his hair and scratching his scalp.

But Jack didn’t know if he could voice what he wanted to say. Was he brave enough?

“I wanna tell you something,” he began.

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