And my body . . . my body seems to know exactly what to do. That thickness touches me in places I didn’t know existed, stroking some part of me that leaves me a mewling mess beneath him.
“You can come,” I tell him. “I want you to.”
“But—I need to—”
“Just come,” I urge. “I want your knot. Wanna feel it. Please, Noah.”
God, I don’t think I’ve ever wanted anything more.
“I’m—” His forehead rests on mine as his lips brush aimlessly against my mouth. “I can’t—I’m going to—”
Someone shouts, and I honestly can’t say if it’s him or me, but my eyes squeeze shut as stars explode in my vision when I feel his body tense, feel his cock twitch deep inside me right as his knot begins to swell and swell. It expands until I think it can’t possibly be thicker, locking him inside me as he shudders through his orgasm. I can’t exactly say what I just felt, but it was . . . definitely something.
“You didn’t come,” he pants, sounding frustrated.
I kiss his cheek. “Honestly, it still felt incredible.”
“You’re going to come,” he growls, already moving to a more upright position as he holds me by the waist.
The movement tugs at his knot that is rooted inside, drawing a gasp from me. I have to reach above me to grab for the pillows, needing anything in my hands to steady myself as he lifts my ass to pull me flush against him as my legs fall on either side of him. He’s biting his lip with concentration as sweat beads at his forehead, and I can tell that every time he moves—it’s just as torturous for him as it is for me.
His thumb slides across my swollen clit as sparks dance over my skin—my head falling back and my lips parting as he rolls the sensitive bundle beneath his fingers.
“Noah.”
“You’re going to come for me,” he tells me again. “You’re going to come on my knot. I need you to, Mackenzie.”
I nod dazedly as my teeth press into my lower lip, hearing needy sounds in the air that I suspect are coming from me. His touch paired with the fullness inside me is almost too much to take, my skin feeling like a live wire as he circles the slick-drenched bud of my clit again and again and again. I can already feel a pressure building deep in my belly, the muscles there tightening and forcing my insides to clamp down even harder on what is an already incredibly tight space.
Every swipe of his fingers has me clenching around his knot, and each occurrence has Noah hissing through his teeth. I’m aware distantly that he’s just watching me come undone beneath him, but considering everything that’s happened tonight, I can’t find it in me to be embarrassed. I hear his quiet little urges and his rasped praise in the air around us—murmured utterances of so good and look at you and that’s it ringing in my ears even as he says them quietly.
“Keep touching me,” I beg. “Just like that. Right there.”
“You’re getting tighter,” he grinds out. “I’m going to fucking come. Again.”
“Don’t stop,” I breathe. “Just keep—fuck.”
Every muscle in my body draws up tight like a bowstring right before I dissolve into a trembling mess, my thighs quivering and my insides trembling even more as a wordless cry escapes me. Even after, I can feel the slow circling of Noah’s thumb on my too-sensitive clit, and I only open my eyes when I feel his hand leave me, watching as he brings that same digit to his mouth to clean it with his tongue. Watching his eyes nearly roll back as he does it.
I open my arms in quiet invitation, and it takes no convincing for Noah to fall into me, pulling me against his chest as my thigh settles over his, feeling boneless and sated even as his knot still pulses dully inside me. Neither of us speaks at first, the sound of our breath mingling in the air as we both attempt to catch it. His eyes are on me when I finally peer up at him—holding that same wild look that had crept into them when he’d kissed me on my couch and every moment after.
“That was . . .” I clear my throat. “Something.”
“Something,” he echoes dazedly. “Yeah.”
The mood feels heavy now that it’s all over, and since I am literally stuck with Noah for the unseeable future, I try to lighten it. “See? Sex addenda are great.”
“Right,” he says, still looking out of sorts. “And we’re . . . okay?”
Oh. That’s what he’s worried about. I laugh softly, turning up my face to kiss his cheek.