Page 100 of Knot That Serious

Eli moaned at the soft pressure, the way he filled her. He withdrew slowly before pressing in again, and then he was lowering his head, mouthing at her clit as he curled his finger.

She jolted as Raj brushed over her sweet spot, where a knot usually fit, and she melted against his tongue, going limp and yet nudging her hips for more.

Above her, the string lights swayed gently with the wind, and she was reminded that they were on a roof! Of a beautiful building. One that anyone could walk out on.

And here Eli was, all spread out on the table for Raj like a buffet, where surely anyone could find them.

Eli highly doubted Raj wouldn’t have prepared for that possibility, and felt safe with him, melted into the table beneath his tongue.

Just the risk was enough to make her that little bit needier. The image of someone discovering them, of being perceived as nothing more than an omega who wanted an alpha, heightened her arousal.

This unbelievably handsome alpha was treating Eli so well, wanted her enough he couldn’t wait. And honestly, neither could Eli. Who was she?

The wind sent the lights swaying again, and Eli felt just as adrift, her want and desire leaving her untethered as Raj added a second finger.

“Yes,” she whined, hands tightening in his hair.

God, wasn’t all this intended to make Jack jealous? Would he even care that Raj was touching her like this?

Raj curled his fingers, dragging them along her walls and pressing just inside her entrance, into her sweet spot. She rocked into it, mind blanking as her lips parted on a high-pitched breath.

The pleasure sent her higher, racing through her blood and filling her head and body with nothing but need. She was practically floating with it, unable to wrap a hand around anything solid. She reached and reached, finding relief just beyond her fingertips.

Every stroke of Raj’s tongue over her clit and his fingers curling inside her made her shake and twitch and drift further away.

Raj was above her suddenly, leaning over her on the table, his hand still working between her thighs, shifting his thumb to her clit as his fingers thrust in and out.

“Easy, easy. Breathe, beautiful girl,” he whispered, lips still shiny and reverence dripping off his tongue.

Eli breathed, eyes wide with the intensity of the moment, his gaze dark and warm with desire. She felt his length pressed into her side, thick and trapped beneath his pants.

A moan slipped out, her mind running away with images of Raj bearing only his cock and taking her, fully clothed, while Eli remained spread out before him. The mess she’d leave him with, pants soaked from her arousal.

His other hand slipped beneath her shirt, palm warm against her stomach as he felt her tense and arch for him.

“Breathe,” he reminded her, and Eli released the breath she’d been holding.

He lowered his lips to hers, still warm and wet from her own slick, and her entire body tensed at the reminder, squeezing around his fingers and making his own groan vibrate into their kiss. She parted for him, her tongue swiping out to trace along his bottom lip.

As she closed her eyes, she felt nothing but Raj and the weight of him leaned over her, and finally she gave in, letting it wash her away.

Only when she finally relaxed into it did the pleasure swoop in and reach its peak, found in the tips of Raj’s fingers and lips.

She came, shuddering against the table, her feet finding something solid. Eli, no long adrift, no longer lost, clung to Raj as the rush lowered her back to Earth.

His fingers stilled as her cries leaked out around the kiss, her grasp in his hair and on his shoulder relaxing as she went limp beneath him.

She blinked her eyes open, their lips parting, his gaze practically sparkling.

Above her, the lights still swayed.

Once the aftershocks faded and the shaking in her legs subsided, Eli still felt giddy, all her synapses flooded with happy endorphins or whatever.

She giggled every time Raj kissed her, amongst cleaning up the picnic.

Your pleasure is my pleasure, he’d whispered against her lips when she’d tried to slide a hand between them to touch him.

Eli couldn’t really wrap her head around it, but Raj had collected her clothes for her and dressed her, the act just as intimate as what they’d done.

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