Page 3 of Knot a Bad Idea
I want to bite it.
“Ah…fuck,” he hisses. “Baby?—”
I run my thumb over his tip, collecting the precome there as I straddle him, drunk on his groans and his scent.
“So big,” I whisper, grinning. Maybe his love language is words of affirmation instead, because his cock grows thicker in my hand and harder than I thought possible.
Praising Liam is quickly becoming one of my favorite things to do, especially when it makes him grip the sheets in desperation.
His abs are tensed and on display, the muscles in his chest and neck straining as I pump him.
“April,” he hisses through clenched teeth. “I need to be inside you.”
I’m teasing myself as much as I’m teasing him. My cunt aches until his cock in my hand isn’t enough.
Positioning myself over him slightly, I slowly sit on his cock, letting out a breath as his length fills me.
I go agonizingly slow just so my body can accommodate him.
“Huge,” I whisper, and his hands grip my hips tightly, his fingers digging into me so hard I know they’ll bruise. But it’s worth it to watch Liam slowly lose control, putting aside his inhibitions just so he can fuck me.
When I’m full of him and our hips are touching, his eyes meet mine. His pupils are blown, his eyes more black than green, and he moves a hand from my hip to reach out and play with my breasts. He almost looks pained as he stays still underneath me, waiting for me to take control.
He’s done it during my Heat. He’s led the way, taking what he wants.
Now it’s my turn.
“You want me to move?” I whisper, clenching my walls around him. He rewards me with a low moan and a tug to my nipple.
“Fuck, yes,” he whispers. “Fuck, baby,please.”
Eucalyptus and a hint of mint swirl around me as I rock my hips, his cock pushing into me deeper. I work myself up and down on Liam, wet sounds filling the room as I bounce on his cock.
“Play with your tits,” he rasps. “Please, let me watch.”
He returns his hands to my waist as I arch my back and reach to fondle my breasts, pushing them together and squeezing.
“Yes, fuck,” Liam groans, moving my hips so I ride him faster. His cock hits against the sensitive spot inside me, and I close my eyes and see stars.
The sounds of our moans and groans fill the room, and I’m so lost in pleasure that I don’t register the spicy scent that mingles with Liam’s until a voice speaks behind me.
“You know, baby, you’re really fucking lucky that I have good self-esteem, or I’d be pretty pissed that you said his cock is bigger than mine.”
Hunter is behind me, watching as I ride Liam.
I can only moan in reply and let out a choked laugh. But I lean down to kiss Liam, lifting my ass in the air to give Hunter a better view of me riding Liam’s cock.
The bed dips with weight, and a pair of hands caress my bottom while Liam gropes my breasts.
“I wonder how accurate that statement is,” Hunter muses from behind me. “How you could possibly know without comparing us both at the same time.”
Hunter slaps my ass as I ride Liam, and fire blooms across my backside.
“I should paint that pretty ass red,” he growls, “for running your mouth.”
He spanks me harder, and I only moan in reply.
“You’re soaking the sheets,” Hunter rasps. “Making such a mess in your nest.”