I definitely didn’t think this would be happening.
It’s been years since I’ve picked up anyone at Knotted Obsessions. In the beginning, right after Ransom and I opened, we ran through a lot of staff and customers alike, but that was about ten years ago now. One-night stands have lost most of their appeal, and the older I get, the pickier I am about, well, everything.
Rushing through closing just so I could see if that sexy alpha was actually waiting for me is new for me. Even the promise of sex never had me straying from my routine and work ethic. I’ve shot down dozens of potential no-strings partners so I could go over product orders or balance books. The one thing I did make sure to do was empty the entire building, including all three floors, before our dancers left. They all have individual escorts totheir cars but their safety is too important to fuck around with and I won’t let some horny straggler make them regret working for us.
As soon as the last member of our staff was out and I knew it was only Ransom and Cole left upstairs, I told them I was out and hustled my half-hard self to the back lot to see if Leon was actually going to be there.
He was.
He was waiting right outside the door and the second I was through it, all caution was thrown to the wind.
I buried my fingers in his silvery white hair and kissed him harder than I have kissed anyone, possibly ever.
We were all over each other, tearing at clothes before I knew where we were going and since neither of us were able to wait, we wound up in the backseat of Leon’s car.
“You are fucking beautiful,” he mumbles against the side of my neck as he shoves his knee between my legs and covers my body with his. “You smell like mine.”
My stomach flips at his words, the same words that crept through my mind while we were talking at the bar. It’s the only thing that makes sense, the only valid reason for the position we’re in now. I never believed in that shit before but something about tonight was different from the second Knotted Obsessions opened and everything has backed that up since.
“You like that, beta?”
My back arches as his fingers wrap around my cock, pumping it a few times as he sits up some.
“Yes,” I groan as I look down to see him line his dick up with mine, the Jacob's ladder sitting against the hypersensitive underside.
Leon grunts as he holds both of us in one hand, reaching into a bag behind the passenger seat with the other. He squeezes us as he fishes around for a few seconds and I swear to god I’mgoing to bust before anything really happens. He dips his chin and kisses me slowly, smiling the entire time then it grows when he finally finds what he was looking for.
“Is that… a bottle of lube?” I frown but it immediately turns into a scowl because why the fuck does he have lube in here? Is this something he does a lot? Picking up strangers and fucking them in his car? If that’s the case I might have to rethink shit, and I’ll definitely have to question my instincts if this is the kind of person they lead me to, I?—
“For jerking off, Red.” He smirks, lifting the bottle of water-based product, popping the top, then squeezing a stream of it over both of us. “I don’t have time to be the player you’re assuming I am, but I still masturbate like I’m being paid to do it. The lube helps. I hate to chafe.”
I nod as my eyes drop to what he’s doing, more relieved than I’d like to admit.
I stopped questioning soul bonds and scent matches years ago, long before we had the club, but experiencing something like this is new for me, and I have to assume Leon and I are connected in some way given how intense we’ve been in such a short period of time. We have to be, right?
I gasp as he starts moving his hand, coating our dicks in lube before he begins to slowly thrust.
“Fuck,”I grunt as the multiple little barbells slide against me, the sensation along my erection nearly euphoric. “Leon, goddamn.”
“Mhm,” he mumbles, watching our cocks grind together, his light eyes flaring as I start rolling my hips to match his movements. “Oh, you are definitely mine, Red. I’m keeping you. You don’t have a choice anymore.”
I don’t think I ever did.
I want Leon just as much as he seems to want me, and I have a feeling that when we’re done, my life is not going to be the same as it was before.
He growls as he applies more pressure, tightening his hold as we both fuck his hand. It feels good, so fucking good but it’s not enough. Not right now. I need more from him.
“Fuck me,” I hiss through my teeth as warmth spreads low in my belly. “Now, Leon. Fuck me.”
“Don’t have to tell me twice.” He lets go with a grunt but grabs my hips, helping me upright as I pull myself up by the back of the passenger seat.
Leon sits in the middle of the back bench, slouching down a little as I swing my leg over his thighs and straddle his lap. I hunch forward, holding onto his shoulders as I lift my ass, waiting as Leon lines his thick cock up with my entrance. He hangs onto my hip and starts to push me down slowly but I don’t have the patience for him to be thoughtful. He can be a gentleman next time we fuck.
Right now, I want it fast and hard, and it makes me so goddamn glad I’ve been using the dildos with knots. I like sticking my dick inside a warm and willing participant as much as the next guy, but I love bottoming for the right person, too. It’s been a long time since I found someone worthy, so I’ve been using toys for omegas in the meantime, and now I know why.
I want to take every fucking inch of Leon’s cock right down to the knot, and beta or not, I always get what I want.
Gripping the sides of his neck, I lean forward and kiss him deeply, sucking on his tongue, drinking in his brandied pear taste before I bear down, sliding all the way down on him in one quick movement.
