Calder slipped a finger fully between my cheeks and traced the rim of my hole where it stretched to the limit around his knot.
I shivered, and he kissed the top of my head. "Stop thinking," he murmured. "You don't have any decisions to make. I'm going to fuck you again in a second. Slow and deep. Punching my knot into you until you can't think anymore."
Yes, please, yes…but no, dammit, no. I needed to think. I couldn't do this every night and then ignore the obvious all day, able to do so because Calder made himself so scarce I didn't have the chance to approach the subject.
"We need to talk, though," I gasped, as he started to shift his hips under me, doing exactly what he'd promised. Punching his knot into me. Slow and deep. My body moving up and down on top of him, limp and receptive to every thrust of his cock… "Calder, please."
He stopped moving, and I whined. Calder sighed. "Mixed messages, Jared."
