Page 29 of Roommate Wanted (Knotty #1)

Nia

His filthy mouth made me wild. I gave up trying to suck his cock and rode his face. His stubble grazed my sensitive flesh and made me leak my slick all over him. He groaned licking and sucking at me, holding my hips to help me ride his face. My insides twitched, and I felt the pressure, but before I could come, he pushed me away. I whimpered and grabbed his thighs, panting like a wild animal.

“Yer goin'tae take me up that sweet arsehole again. This time yae take ma knot in there,”

he growled.

I gasped and turned to look at him over my shoulder, but he was reaching into the nightstand for the lube. When he turned to face me, his eyes burned with a feral promise as he popped the cap on the bottle of lube.

“Yae luved havin’ ma cock deep in that arse, dinnae deny it,”

he said his voice low and dark.

“Lyall—”

I whispered, but my voice broke off as I watched him coat his fingers, shifting behind me before dragging them down the cleft of my ass.

He spread me open and groaned low, possessive and filthy.

“Fuckin’ beautiful,”

he breathed.

“This tight wee hole’s goin’tae milk ma knot. Stretch around it, hold me deep.”

His fingers circled my rim, slick and slow, teasing, tormenting.

I whimpered into the sheets, my thighs twitching from the burn of his words alone.

“Still remember how full yae felt?”

he crooned, pushing a finger inside me—slick, thick, stretching me slow.

“How yer arse pulsed around me? How yae cried fur mair?”

I bit the pillow, moaning into it. My pussy clenched uselessly, aching for him, for anything, and my ass…God. It welcomed his intrusion like it had been waiting for it.

He added a second finger without warning. My back arched, and I gasped at the stretch.

“That’s it,”

he growled.

“Open fur me, darlin’. Let me in.”

He curled his fingers, scissoring them wide, and I whimpered, helpless, trapped under the weight of what was coming.

“Ye’r fuckin’ dripping,”

he said, voice drenched in awe and dark lust.

“Yer body knows what it wants. Even when yer mouth’s too shy tae say it.”

He leaned over me again, tongue dragging a slow stripe up my spine as his cock pressed between my cheeks—heavy, hot, pulsing.

“Are yae gonae take it like a good mate?”

he whispered into my ear.

“Take ma cock in yer tight little arsehole, ma knot too?”

“Y-Yes,”

I choked out.

“Yes, please—”

“Oh, aye.”

He chuckled, low and dangerous.

“Now yer askin’. That’s ma gud gurl.”

Lyall growled, dragging the head of his cock down between my cheeks until it kissed my slicked, stretched rim.

“Yae feel that?”

he rasped, rocking just enough for pressure to build.

“That’s how close I am tae breakin’ yae open again.”

I nodded frantically, my cheek pressed to the sheets, tears pricking my eyes from sheer anticipation.

Then, he pushed.

Slow, but ruthless.

The stretch was severe. Too much and somehow not enough. My thighs trembled, and my fingers fisted the bedding. I cried out.

“There we go,”

he grunted, forcing inch after inch inside me, “takin’ it like the sweet, filthy mate yae are. Takin’ me in yer arse.”

His fingers stretched my cheeks apart, pulling my hole open for him. Then he ever so slowly pulled back until I felt the tip slip out.

“Aye, yer opening fur me darlin’. Hawd it just like that,”

he said before he plunged back inside of me without warning.

The pain, pleasure and darkness surrounded me as the bed muffled my cries.

He didn't pause. He fucked me deep, hard, and fast, spreading me wider with each punishing thrust.

“Urgh. Ah fucking knew it,”

he growled, slapping my asshole with his knot.

“Yer arsehole needs this. It needed a good fuckin’. Yae need ma knot tearin’ yae up.”

“Yes,”

I sobbed. “Y-Yes.”

My voice sounded like someone else’s. Desperate, broken and needy. I gripped the sheets as my pussy leaked and my ass clenched.

His relentless thrusts became harder, faster, until he held me open and rammed the tip of his knot inside.

I screamed.

Not from pain, but from everything. The stretch, the pressure, the overwhelming, humiliating fullness. It was too much. It was perfect.

He didn’t stop.

He growled above me, like an animal claiming his prize, and shoved the rest of that knot in one brutal push. My body seized. My muscles clamped around him like a vice, locking us together. I gasped, nearly choking on the sob that tore out of me.

His fingers reached between my legs, and one touch—just one—was all it took.

I shattered.

The orgasm ripped through me with no warning, no buildup, just raw overload. My scream was broken, ragged, and unrecognisable. My thighs shook violently, my toes curled, and my hands clawed at the bedding as wave after wave of sharp, electric pleasure convulsed through my body.

He didn’t let up.

He kept his hand there, kept rubbing my clit with slow, controlled circles while his come spilled into me. His knot throbbed inside me, sealing everything in. The sensation was unbearable.

“That's it, darlin’,”

he whispered, pressing his chest to my back, his breath scorching my skin.

“Let me use yer sweet arsehole. Let me own yae.”

I clenched around him, accepting the pain and was rewarded with a groan as more come flooded my guts.

“Yer wee arsehole was made tae be fucked like this,”

he rasped, his voice feral with pride.

“Tae be filled until yae dinnae know where I end and you begin.”

His lips brushed the back of my neck, reverent now, but his fingers kept teasing, coaxing more from me like he wasn’t done, as if I wasn’t done.

I whimpered, helpless under him, and shuddered as another broken moan slipped from my mouth.

“Again?”

he asked, almost gently.

“Yae gonna come again, darlin’? Wae ma knot in yer arse and yer wee cunt twitchin’ from just ma fingers?”

My voice was gone. My will was shattered.

“Y-Y-Yes,”

I stammered.

He moved and pushed his fingers into my empty pussy, continuing to rub my clit in soft, slow motions, using both his hands and a gentle rocking motion.

I cried as my pussy clenched his fingers, and I pushed my ass on his knot until I panted through another orgasm. My holes clamped down on him until more come spurt out of him. It only made my muscles contract more rapidly. The pain was a delicious bite.

“Uff. Ma dirty wee whore,”

he groaned, panting into my neck.

“Oh yes. Yae love havin’ both yer holes full o’ me.”

I nodded weakly against the bed, feeling ruined yet strangely reborn.