Page 14 of Knot My Fault
Jude looks between us. His face is flushed now, mouth softer from kissing, eyes still too sharp to miss anything. “That a promise?”
“Yes,” Bishop says.
I nod because I don’t trust myself to say it without sounding too eager. Jude hums for a second and then climbs off. He doesn’t even say anything as he strips me completely and then himself, gesturing for me to climb up higher on the bed.
Bishop usually uses more words and praise but Jude’s gaze locked on me gives me a similar feeling. My cock slaps against my stomach as I do what I’ve been asked, Bishop’s scent spiking with desire. For a moment I feel too big for the bed, too much for the small space between the three of us. Jude doesn’t seem bothered by it. He climbs over me immediately, one knee on either side of my hips, and looks down at me with that same sharp, assessing stare he uses on deck when someone’s form is off.
Bishop shifts to sit against the headboard beside me, close enough that his thigh presses against my shoulder. His handfinds the back of my neck again, massaging into the skin to keep me from flipping Jude over.
Jude’s eyes flick to Bishop for half a second, then drop back to me. He reaches down between us and wraps his hand around my cock, stroking a few times. I’m already hard, have been since he shoved me onto the bed, and the touch makes my hips twitch upward before I can stop them.
“Stay still,” Jude says.
I freeze as he lifts up onto his knees and lines me up with his body. I can feel the heat of him, the pressure as the head of my cock nudges against his slick entrance. Even this close to him, I can’t really catch his pheromones, just the briefest whiff of his scent beneath the blockers.
Jude sinks down slowly, taking just the tip at first, his breath catching as he adjusts to the stretch. His hands brace on my chest, fingers digging into the muscle there.
“Fuck,” he breathes, almost to himself.
I have to clench my jaw to keep from pushing up into him. He’s tight and hot and so fucking perfect around the head of my cock that my vision blurs at the edges. Bishop’s hand tightens at the back of my neck.
“Breathe, babe,” he murmurs. “Let him take what he wants.”
Jude sinks down another inch, then another. His thighs tremble with the effort of controlling the pace, but he doesn’t stop. He works himself open on me with slow, careful rolls of his hips, taking more of my cock each time he lowers himself. I can feel every flutter of his body around me, every squeeze as he adjusts. By the time he’s fully seated, my knot flush against his ass, I’m shaking with the effort of staying still.
Jude’s head tips back for a second, mouth open, breathing hard. His hands stay braced on my chest like he needs the anchor. “Jesus,” he mutters. Then he looks down at me, eyes dark. “You’re fucking big.”
“Sorry,” I say automatically, voice rough.
Jude’s mouth twitches. “Don’t be.”
He starts to move, riding me in slow, rolling movements, lifting up until just the head of my cock is inside him before sinking back down, taking every inch. His hands stay on my chest the whole time, using me for leverage. Every time he drops down, he makes a small, punched-out sound that goes straight through me. I keep my hands fisted in the sheets at my sides because I don’t trust myself not to grab his hips and fuck up into him.
Bishop watches us both with dark, focused eyes. His hand never leaves my neck, though, every so often his thumb strokes behind my ear.
Jude’s rhythm picks up gradually. He finds what feels good for him and chases it, rolling his hips in tight circles when he’s fully seated, grinding down like he’s trying to feel every part of me inside him. His cock is hard between us, flushed dark and leaking against my stomach. I want to touch it. I want to wrap my hand around him and stroke him while he rides me, but I won’t move until he tells me to.
Jude’s eyes flick to my hands where they’re gripping the sheets. “You can touch me,” he says, voice low. “Just… not my hips. Not yet.”
I reach up immediately, sliding one hand up his thigh and the other wrapping carefully around his cock. Jude makes a sharp sound when I stroke him, his rhythm faltering for a second before he finds it again. His head tips forward, dark hair falling into his eyes as he rides me harder.
Bishop shifts beside me. His free hand comes up to cup the back of Jude’s neck, Jude leaning into the touch without thinking, and something tight in my chest loosens at the sight of it.
“Come here,” Jude says to Bishop, voice rough. He doesn’t stop moving on my cock. “I want your mouth. No—your cock.”
Bishop doesn’t hesitate. He moves so he’s kneeling beside my head, one hand still on my neck, the other sliding into Jude’s hair as Jude leans forward. Jude opens his mouth and takes Bishop in, sinking down until his lips meet his fingers where they’re wrapped around the base.
Yes, please.
Jude moans around Bishop’s cock, the sound vibrating through him and into me where I’m buried inside him. His hips never stop moving. He rides me in short, sharp rolls now, taking what he needs while he sucks Bishop with focused, messy determination. Bishop’s hand stays in his hair, not guiding, just holding, his thumb stroking along Jude’s cheek.
“That’s it,” Bishop says, voice low and steady. “Take what you want from both of us.”
Jude pulls off Bishop’s cock just long enough to speak, voice wrecked. “Hollis—your knot. I want it.”
The words hit me so hard I almost come on the spot. I’ve been holding it back without realizing it, the swelling at the base of my cock that’s been growing with every roll of Jude’s hips. Now that he’s asked for it, I can feel it fully. I grit my teeth and try to stay still, but Jude sinks down harder, grinding against the growing knot like he’s testing how much he can take.
“Fuck—Jude—”
