Page 48 of Knot A Chance

My dick throbbed, absolutely aching for release. I unbuckled my jeans and pushed them down to my ankles, sighing in relief as my entire body calmed from the lack of fabric against my skin. I pulled my ragging hard-on out of my boxer briefs and let my head fall back against the seat as I stroked myself.

“Oh yes,” I panted. I thrust my hips into my fist. “Oh, that’s so much better.”

I shuttled my fist up and down my cock, swiping the pre-come off the tip and rubbing it over the head with my thumb. “I need to come,” I whined, gripping myself harder and chasing a release that wouldn’t come.

Since tending to the sexual needs of heat on my own the last few years, I’d learned that my body was primed to come with an alpha, and that everything took eons longer when I was on my own.

But fuck, I need to come right fucking now.

My ass clenched, leaking slick, and I whimpered at the emptiness, needing to be filled.

I shoved my other hand between my legs and worked myself open with two fingers.

Filling me was about the only part of tending to me during heat that Ryder had been halfway decent at. He pretty much stayed inside me, though I was often dehydrated, starving, and touch deprived the entire time. Alternatively, the services I’d utilized since leaving him had provided sustenance, nest building, and cuddling in between jerk-off sessions so it was safe to say I’d never been truly cared for during my heat before. I was used to taking care of myself.

The driver’s side door opened just as I pulled Bennett’s sweatshirt over my nose, trying to use his scent to help me come.

Bennett growled. “Shit.”

“Alpha,” I gasped. “Please, I need you.”

Bennett shoved the blankets and duffel bag behind the worn bench seat and slid onto the driver’s seat, pulling the door shut behind him. I could see people walking around the cul-de-sac in front of Bennett’s house, but I didn’t care. I thrust my hips into my fist, fucking myself with abandon.

“Help,” I whined.

Bennett took a deep breath and practically ripped his belt off, shoving his jeans and briefs to his knees. His cock stood straight up, hard and dripping for me. He patted his thigh. “Come on, handsome. Ride me.”

He held his dick steady with one hand as he reached for me with the other, gripping my waist and pulling me toward him. I swung my leg over his lap, still stroking my cock as I sank down onto him.

I moaned loudly and Bennett gripped my hips, driving himself up into my ass. “One quick fuck, then we need to get you home and into your nest before the next wave, okay?”

“Mhm,” I said, dropping my forehead on his shoulder.

Bennett swatted my hand out of the way and took control of my dick while I rode him hard, each stroke of his cock over my prostate making me moan in pleasure.

“Fuck,” Bennett said, scenting my neck. “The sounds you make are hot as hell.”

I whined, feeling the pressure in my balls tighten as he drove me closer to the finish line. “Harder, please. Fuck me harder.”

“God dammit, Felix,” Bennett growled. “I’m going to fucking come any second.”

“Just a little more,” I said, wrapping my hand around his as he jerked me off. I squeezed, applying more pressure around my cock and tossed my head back on a moan. The truck was moving with us now, and there was no way that passersby didn’t know what we were doing.

“Fuck, that’s so hot.” Bennett watched our hands fly up and down my cock together.

“Yes,” I yelled. “Yes, alpha.” Every muscle in my body seized in pleasure as I finally came, slick running down the sides of Bennett’s dick as my come shot all over Bennett’s shirt. The sight of him marked by me sent a wave of possessiveness through my body.

“Mine.” I pulled his mouth toward me as I pressed our lips together.

Bennett growled in release as my ass pulsed around him.

“My alpha,” I said, pressing kisses down his neck.

“Yes, Felix. I’m all yours,” he said, stroking my hair. He smacked my ass lightly. “We need to get you home now.”

I glanced out the window where a couple of women in jogging suits were standing, mouth agape, staring at us.

“Did they watch us?” I asked.