Page 95 of Knot That Serious

With a hum, Beckett resumed pressing and curling his finger, making Jack feel every bit of it as he was opened up. “Would you?”

Jack groaned, pressing his forehead into the bed. “I want you to fuck me,” he practically whined, and Beckett’s lips twitched.

“Yes, we’ve established that,” Beckett mused, eying the long line of Jack’s spine for any uncomfortable tensing, any sign that his words were too cavalier.

Jack mumbled something Beckett couldn’t understand, and he removed his finger, watching Jack’s hole clench in his absence. “What was that?”

With a huff, Jack turned his head back to the side. “I said, I want her again.”

Beckett paused. This was much easier than he’d anticipated, and he lubed up a second finger before pressing back in with both as a reward for his honesty. Jack moaned and arched his back, encouraging Beckett to sink deeper.

“You do? This is… such surprising news, Jack,” he tried.

Jack scoffed. “Fucking terrible at lying,” he said just before his breath caught at the crook of Beckett’s fingers.

“You are, too. You can’t stand the thought of that alpha touching her.”

Jack remained quiet.

“Do you think he smells good? Because she’s gonna smell like him when she gets back.”

Jack growled, the sound hitching into a low moan as Beckett searched, pressing deep and curling his fingers until he found Jack’s prostate. He stiffened before melting, a low moan pouring out.

“No,” Jack whimpered. “I want her to smell like me. Like us.”

“Do you?” He brushed his fingers over that spot that made Jack’s entire body jerk.

“Yeah,” Jack panted, hips rolling into Beckett’s steady thrusts with his fingers.

He paused to add a third, heat sinking low in his belly at the sound of Jack’s desperate little noises. “Want her beneath you? Just like this?”

“Yes!”

“How do you want her?” Beckett asked, fingers brushing Jack’s entrance.

With a grunt, Jack said, “I don’t care how.”

“But I do,” Beckett said, nipping at his left ass cheek before pressing inward.

Jack groaned at the stretch, and Beckett went easy.

“You wanna taste her while I fuck you?” Jack tightened around his fingers and that was answer enough. “Yeah, I like that idea, too. Can’t make any noise if you’re buried in her cunt the whole time.”

“Beckett,” Jack whined, wiggling his hips. “Come on.”

“Patience,” Beckett whispered. He wasn’t done yet.

He rotated his wrist, sliding his fingers in and out of Jack, watching his back tense and his hands tighten on the fabric of Beckett’s tie.

“Did you forget what she tastes like already?” Beckett teased.

“No,” Jack snapped. “Never.”

Beckett removed his fingers finally, locating the lube before slicking himself up.

“Did you forget what she feels like, too?”

“I didn’t forget,” Jack protested. He parted his lips to say something again, but by then Beckett was notching the head of his cock at Jack’s hole and pushing in.

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