"I do," I groaned, brushing my lips over his. "I fucking love it."
"More, Ev. Please. More."
I tilted my head and smashed our lips together as I slipped another finger inside him. The third joined not long after that, and I did my best to stretch him properly, but in the end impatience won out over us.
I slipped my fingers free of his body and used his sweet-smelling slick to coat my dick, still sucking on his mouth as I pressed the head against his puckered entrance, catching his pornographic gasp as I finally pressed home, sliding all the way inside him.
"Oh fuck," I panted against his lips in a voice that didn't even sound like it belonged to me. "Fuck, Scout. You feel so good."
"Yes. Holy shit. I think I could get off just from the way your dick is throbbing inside me."
I groaned, shaking my head. "I knew you'd be like this. I fucking love it."
"Shut the fuck up, Evan," he growled, smacking my ass. "Fucking move already. I ne––"
He broke off in a high pitched keen as I did just as he asked, pulling back and slamming home again, and then again and again, my body taking over. I wanted it to last all day. I wanted to be inside Scout Walden until the weekend ended, and then into the week. I wanted this to last for the rest of our lives. But that wasn't happening. Not this time. We were too far gone.
I pumped in and out of him with near-brutal thrusts, moving the bed against the hardwood floors, barely giving the people downstairs—and whether or not they could hear us—a thought as my orgasm rose. I felt myself swelling, and though I'd never knotted before in my life, the burning pleasure building in my dick was unmistakable.
Scout threw his head back, yelling out loudly as strips of cum splashed up between us, painting his beautifully arched body while my seed started to flood his ass. I quivered and pulsed and jerked as the longest, most amazing orgasm of my life wreaked havoc on me, completely destroying me.
It seemed to go on and on, and when I was finally empty, I collapsed on top of him, knowing he could take my weight.
"Did you just… knot me?" Scout asked in a high-pitched voice, wiggling around on my still-sensitive and still fully embedded dick, grunting when the knot pulled at his rim.
"Hold still. You'll hurt yourself."
"You knotted me."
"I realize that," I mumbled against his neck, already feeling the pull in my hips from the way I'd spread my legs around his ass to relax against him.
"How long does it take to go down?" He didn't actually sound impatient though as he reached up, running his fingers up and down my bare back, making goosebumps break out along my skin.
"Um… I'm not really sure. I've never knotted before."
His finger stilled for a moment before resuming. "Never?"
"Never."
We sat in silence for a long moment, and I really wished I knew what he was thinking. His fingers never really stopped moving along my skin, and just when I thought I was about to fall asleep, I felt a slight tug as my balls dropped back into place and my knot slowly started to release.
"Holy shit," I whispered, when my dick finally slid free of his body, completely spent.
Flopping to the side, I grabbed him, pulling him to me, not really concerned whether or not he wanted me to hold him. I'd just knotted him. I'd never knotted anyone in my life. As far as I was concerned, he was mine. I thought if I ever sat and looked back on our lives, I'd probably always kinda thought of him as mine.
"I can't believe we forgot a condom," he whispered, tilting his head up from where it was resting on my chest, giving me a crooked smile and an eyebrow raise.
Oh shit! I groaned, face palming dramatically. "I'm clear, I swear."
I'd done my annual testing just a few weeks before, not that I'd been worried about it in the first place since I never went without a condom… until now, apparently.
He snorted out a laugh, surprising me by rubbing his cheek against my pec before letting his head settle back on my chest. "Duh. You're a lot of things, but there is no way you'd put me in danger by exposing me to STDs." There was a pause where he nibbled on his lip for a moment before looking up into my eyes. "I know you probably didn't ask because you know I'm too fucking spectacular even for STDs, but I'm clear too."
"Actually, I didn't ask, because I knew you'd tell me if you were, so I just assumed you weren't." I pressed my lips to his forehead, my body already starting to respond again, just from the way he was pressed against me, his hand lazily rubbing back and forth just under my pec. "Are you too amazing for pregnancy? Because I totally knotted with you."
"Yeah, I noticed." He was trying not to smile… and failing. "I'm on the shot."
Smirking, I threaded my fingers through his hair, gripping it and tilting his head back so I could lean down and kiss his mouth. "Good. Then we're covered, and we can totally do that again in a little bit." I whispered against his lips, making him moan.
"How long is a little bit? Because I'm ready now.
A little bit was right then.
***
I chuckled when Scout smacked my hand away from his hip as we walked into the living room around lunchtime. We had used a great deal of energy upstairs during the last few hours after having zero breakfast, and between the two of us, by the time we had finished up that last round, it was starting to sound like a pack of growling dogs in my bedroom.
Unperturbed by his mom smack, I reached out again, this time wrapping my arm around him and pulling him back against my body.
"What are you doing?" He asked dryly, gripping my wrist and trying to wrench himself free.
"I want to be holding you when we announce our engagement," I said, yelping in surprise when he pulled the hair on my arm.
"And I want to be holding a puke bucket, so we can get our deposit back for incidentals on the lodge," he said through clenched teeth, once again trying to wiggle out of my arms.
Smiling like an idiot, because the whole conversation was making me ridiculously happy, I let him get as far as the couch, allowing him to believe he had gotten away, before picking him up and flopping down to the cushions, pulling him in my lap and wrapping my arms securely around his middle, locking him in place.
Giving a long-suffering sigh, he relaxed against me, crossing his arms in protest and not looking in my direction. "I guess this is better than having your heavy ass lying on top of me," he grumbled looking over to where Avery and Archer were still sitting on the same couch they had been sitting on when we left and not at all looking like either one of them had gotten up.
Leaning forward, I pressed my mouth close to his ear. "That's not how you felt earlier," I said, smirking when he pulled his head back and turned to look at me.
I could tell by the way his lips were twitching that he was desperately trying not to smile. He liked this game as much as I did. The constant bickering back and forth between us, had always been the highlight of my time at these things, and it would appear, he enjoyed it as well.
"I did too." He leaned in, putting his face inches from mine. "You just couldn't hear me because you were too busy calling my name and telling me how fucking amazing I am."