Chapter 30 #3
Johnny huffed out a laugh, running his tongue over Taylor’s chewed-up mating gland. “You’re so fucking embarrassing, you know that?”
Taylor swallowed. “Yeah, I know.”
Relaxing his thighs, Taylor let himself sink further onto Johnny’s cock. He felt it swell inside him, even more so as Johnny’s fangs pierced his neck again. Taylor’s head instinctually tipped to the side, letting him bite deeper.
Slowly but surely he took all of Johnny’s length, the ache of it making his toes curl as Johnny’s knot pressed against his rim.
Johnny’s fingers ghosted over his swollen cock, stroking his thumb over his leaking tip and all the way down to his balls.
Rocking his hips, Taylor slowly worked himself open, sliding up and down, making his body hot and full and pulsing with need as the thick base of Johnny’s cock rubbed against his prostate.
Soon, he was bouncing and rocking in Johnny’s lap, chasing the pressure of his knot as it pounded against his rim.
“I’m gonna fuck you now,” Johnny growled, hands returning to Taylor’s arms as he tipped him forwards.
Taylor’s chin dipped to his chest. “I can take it,” he whispered.
“Damn right you can.”
Johnny slammed into him, holding him tight as he controlled every thrust. He fucked Taylor hard, fangs buried deep in his neck.
Taylor’s chest hit the end of the bed, face pressing into the sheets as Johnny nudged him forwards.
“Spread your ass” came Johnny’s breathy voice. “I wanna see how stretched you are.”
Heat coursed through Taylor’s body, a blush rocketing up his neck and curling around the tips of his ears. “You—what?”
“Do it,” Johnny growled, throwing enough force behind his alpha voice that it made Taylor’s bones rattle.
Wetting his kiss-swollen lips, Taylor pressed his face into the mattress, reached back and spread his cheeks apart. Johnny let out a breath, warming Taylor’s back as he pressed his palm into the curve of his spine.
Taylor’s balls spasmed as Johnny slowly pulled out, fullness turning to emptiness as the cool air hit his hole. Warm fluid trickled out of him—lube or come; he didn’t know—and with a soft grunt Johnny pushed it back inside with his thumb.
“Fuck, you’re so open, baby. All stretched and wet for me.”
Taylor let out a breathy sigh. “You like that, huh?”
“Mhm. Think you can take my knot?”
Taylor shifted his hips, giving Johnny a better view. “Hell yeah.”
Johnny bent to kiss his back, the length of one fang dragging over his skin. “I’m gonna use my fingers to help ease my knot in, okay?”
“I can take it.”
“I know you can, baby.”
He spat on Taylor’s hole, rubbing his saliva into his rim before slowly sinking both thumbs inside.
Taylor let out a sharp breath, his back arching at the ungodly stretch of Johnny sliding his cock between his thumbs.
He kept them there as he fucked him, pulling him open as Taylor bit the corner of the mattress.
“You wanna pop another knot in my hand, big boy?” Johnny growled, sliding a thumb out to grip Taylor’s cock.
Taylor made a string of noises, his brain and his mouth not quite making the neurological connection required to form words. Spreading his knees, he steadied himself, matching Johnny’s deep, rhythmic thrusts until the pace grew sloppy and his hips started stuttering.
“Y-yes. Yes, please,” he said, the words coming out broken.
Johnny pressed his forehead between his shoulder blades. “Taylor, I—oh fuck, Tay—”
Taylor growled, gritting his teeth as the pressure of Johnny’s knot swelled against his hole. He could do this; he would do this for Johnny. And just as the stretch was becoming unbearable, Johnny slipped out his other thumb, nudged forwards and lodged his thick knot deep inside him.
Little sparks exploded behind Taylor’s eyes, purples and pinks, his skin prickly hot, and he thought for a second he might be having a stroke or something, but then Johnny was there, kissing his neck, whispering softly against his skin.
When Taylor looked down he realised it wasn’t a stroke at all, but the sensation of simultaneously being knotted and knotting Johnny’s hand.
Knotted and knottee.
He laughed at that, which did cause Johnny some alarm as he pushed a hand through Taylor’s hair, but honestly, Taylor couldn’t shake the feeling that there was some yin-yang bullshit at play in that moment, and if his body was able to do those two things at once then maybe he’d found the meaning of life or something.
“Tay, where the hell is your head at?” Johnny said, wrapping an arm around his chest.
Taylor’s legs had gone back to shaking, and he finally realised he was having one hell of a post-nut adrenaline dump.
“Taylor?”
Taylor blinked, still looking down at Johnny’s hand, at how he gripped his wet knot between his fingers. Taylor’s hips swayed forwards, lodging his knot more firmly.
“That’s it,” Johnny sighed, his cock swollen and stuck inside Taylor. “You’re doing so well, Tay. Just… tell me you’re okay?”
Taylor’s mouth was too dry to form words, so he wiggled his hips a little, rocking back and seating himself in Johnny’s lap.
Yep, that was the ticket, because fuck, Johnny’s knot was pressed right up against his prostate.
Taylor let out a low hum of contentment. “I think… I think maybe you might have a magic cock or something, because for a second there I seriously considered going to church.”
Johnny let out a bark of laughter, rolling them both onto their sides. “What are you on about, Taylor Campbell?”
“Never mind.”
They lay like that for over an hour, inside the shitty, tangled nest of Taylor’s week-old clothes whilst Johnny bit his neck and massaged his knot.
As he stared up at the ceiling, he could practically see their pheromones creating a misty haze in the air.
It was kinda magical, as was being impaled by a nine-inch dick and a knot the size of a tennis ball.
“What are you thinking about?” Johnny murmured against his neck.
Taylor sighed. “I’m thinking the Hobbits are judging me.”
Johnny snorted. “What?”
Taylor pointed up at his desk, where his figurines had fallen over and one of them was hanging over the edge.
“I don’t remember this version of the films,” Johnny muttered.
“No? There’s a whole series on the internet. You’ve got, They’re Taking the Halflings to Poundtown, Bareback Riders of the Deep Roads—that’s a gangbang one. Um… Buxom Elven Babes. That’s a classic.”
Johnny chuckled, kissing his neck. “Okay, dude. I get it.”
“Go on, then. Tell me what porn you watch.”
“You really want to know?”
Taylor shrugged, reaching behind to pull a sheet from the bed. He dragged it over their rapidly cooling bodies, his insides clenching around Johnny’s still inflated knot. “We’re going to be here a while, so you may as well.”
“Well, if you really have to know, it usually involves redheads.”
Taylor rolled his eyes. “That’s it? Jesus, where’s your imagination?”
“Oh, I have a very vivid imagination, don’t you worry.”
“JP… JP, please… I can’t… I can’t take any more. I’m too full.”
Johnny’s eyes were dark as he held another piece of coconut sponge up to Taylor’s lips. “Eat.”
“Hey, you know maybe… maybe we should just go back to bed for a bit? Put a film on and—”
“Eat.”
Taylor sighed, leaning back in the kitchen chair and opening his mouth to let Johnny place another piece of cake on his tongue. It was followed by an energy drink bottle prodding his chin.
It was nearly lunchtime and they’d stopped fucking over an hour ago, but in that time Johnny seemed to be making it his mission to hand-feed Taylor every scrap of food in their fridge.
Taylor got it, he understood the impulsive need to look after a mate, but damn if he didn’t look six months pregnant with a food baby already.
“You barely ate at the restaurant,” Johnny said, leaning over to dab Taylor’s mouth with a tea towel. “And you’ve had no breakfast.”
Taylor ran his hands up and down Johnny’s bare thighs, fingertips catching in the hem of his navy boxers.
“I know, but this isn’t—” He gestured between them.
“This isn’t triggering my eating thing. I feel good, JP.
Tired, sore and like I just want to climb into bed and cuddle, but I know you don’t like cuddling so… ”
Johnny narrowed his eyes, looking unnecessarily suspicious considering he’d just knotted Taylor five times in a row. The guy’s rut was actually insane.
“I like cuddling,” Johnny said, sliding his thumb into Taylor’s mouth and running it across his tongue as though checking he’d swallowed the food.
Taylor raised an eyebrow, biting his knuckle before pushing it back out again. “No, you don’t. You always complain I’m too hot, or move too much, or snore, when you’re the one who talks in your sleep.”
Johnny silenced him by leaning down to bite his lip. He gripped Taylor’s chin, rubbing a finger through his short beard. “I only said that so you wouldn’t notice my scent spike.”
A lazy grin melted across Taylor’s lips. “Oh yeah? So you’re saying cuddles are on the table?”
“On the table, in the car, shower, bed, sofa. Wherever you want them, Tay.”
“What about the pack house?”
Johnny let out a breath, sinking back into the chair opposite. Tapping his chin, he looked out of the window, and for one horrible moment Taylor’s self-doubt kicked up to twenty and he had visions of Johnny saying he wanted to keep the relationship a secret from the girls and Marty.
“Yeah,” Johnny said, turning his gaze back to Taylor. “Yeah, it’s time. Besides, we can’t exactly hide our bites, can we?”
Taylor rubbed his neck, pressing the tips of his fingers into the messy claim mark.
Then his face dropped.
“Oh God,” he said, lips peeling back as he cringed. “Maman and Papa are gonna know that we… you know.”
“Tay, I think that ship has already sailed.”
“Yeah, but it’s like at a wedding when you know the bride and groom are gonna be fucking later that night. It’s kinda awkward. They’re gonna know—”
“Yes. Yes, they’ll know, but I don’t think they’ll be imagining it, do you?”
“I hope not, because I think I might fucking die if they ever find out I let you eat come out of my—”
“Nope. They’re never finding out about that.”
Taylor laughed, and he could swear Johnny was actually blushing under all that dark skin. “So what’re we gonna tell the kids?”
Johnny let out a long breath, a soft smile spreading across his face. “The truth. Minus the fucking. And then we’re taking them out on a nice long run so no one has a chance to make it awkward.”