“No, your dick is getting bigger.” Ty grunts and hisses between his teeth. “Alex…”
I rock my hips, but he’s right. My cock has swelled to the point where I can’t slide out to the tip anymore. Even so, his tight, wet tunnel feels so good around my cock.
“Ohh, fuck.”
Ty rolls his head back and forth. “Oh my God. Alex. I’m gonna come. Pound me. Hard. Please.”
I slam into him as much as I’m able, but my swollen dick doesn’t seem to move much. Regardless, my orgasm isn’t far away. Especially with the way Ty is begging for me to fuck him. Before I know it, I’m coming and so is Ty. I cling to him as my balls empty and bury my face in the crook of his neck, sinking my teeth into his sweat-misted flesh ever so slightly. Tyler’s release coats our stomachs, his breathing heavy against my ear.
“Oh my God, oh my God. Alex…”
I still inside him, my cock still pumping. “Ty…”
I hold him tight, my seed still filling him. When it finally stops, I take in a much needed breath, push up onto my elbow, and brush his hair away from the damp skin of his forehead.
“Wow,” Ty pants.
“No kidding, wow.” I attempt to slide out.
Ty hisses in protest.
“Not that I’m complaining, but I think I’m stuck inside you.”
“Maybe this is what it’s like to be knotted. I’ve always wondered. Jordan described it once, but if it’s anything like this, his description does not do it any justice.”
“Does that mean we’re stuck like this for a while? Because if so, it’s fucking amazing.” I press a kiss to his lips.
“If it’s a true knot, then yes, but then my next question is how?”
“Who cares. Let’s just enjoy it. We can figure out the details later.”
With some careful repositioning and little pain, we manage to shift so I can spoon Tyler from behind. I circle my arms around him and hold him close, his back to my chest and myknotstill firmly lodged in his ass.
Being connected with Tyler this way really is an incredible feeling. I’ve never felt so close to him, and this moment is intimate. It could only be better if we were actually making a baby together right this very minute. But that’s just wishful thinking.
As I plant a trail of kisses along his neck, I catch his scent again—vanilla and strawberries and… something else now. A hint of honeysuckle maybe. Wait. Honeysuckle and nutmeg. That’s what Ty said I smelled like to him. Maybe I’m picking up my own scent. Or maybe he now smells a little bit like me. Fuck, that would be hot. It would be as if I marked him and now he’s mine.
A surge of possessiveness courses through my veins, and my cock twitches with what I can only describe as tiny orgasm. The small burst of pleasure radiates throughout my groin and forces a grunt from me. I squeeze him tighter. “Mine.”
“I am,” Ty answers, his voice sleepy. “And don’t you forget it.”
