Craving the Knot by Sean Michael CHAPTER EIGHT

We sleep deeply—him more than me, but I stay with him the entire time. Watching him, holding him, being with him.

He’s ready for me now, and I can’t wait. I’ve been half-hard all night, and every time I think of taking him, I go full-on hard. It’s been a crazy night. It’s been a damn long night, but I’m going to let him sleep as long as he needs to. His body had taken a lot and it’s about to take more. So much more.

He curls into me, moaning deep in his chest. “Master.”

That word slides straight to my heart and my balls. “That’s right, baby boy. Your master, right here.”

“Yes…Need you.” He wraps around me, beginning to rub and hum.

“You need me, baby boy? You need me right now?” Is he awake enough to know what he’s asking for? And does it matter—only partially awake, this is likely him at his most unvarnished.

“I do. I need you. I was a good boy last night.”

“You were! You were incredible last night, and you’re wearing the plug to keep you stretched for me.” I bring our mouths together, putting all my need and desire for him into the kiss. I want him to know—to feel it in his bones—how much I want him.

He hums into our kiss, the sound low and soft, buzzing against my lips. Oh, I feel that in my gut. I feel his morning wood, too, good and solid against my thigh. He’s ready and wanting. We don’t have to wait for anything else; we can do this now.

I’m not just going to pull out the plug and slam into him though. I want this to be a day he never forgets.

I want today to be the day he gives me his soul.

Our kisses continue, and I try to keep them from becoming too passionate too fast, but how can they not? I love him. And I’m going to have him for the first time. I’m going to bury myself in him and feel him tight and hot all around me. He’s going to bring my knot up and we will be fused together.

His eyes pop open, staring into me, like jewels as they sparkle. “I do want you. Now. I’m ready to be yours.”

They’re words I need to hear. “Are you sure?” There will be no doubts.

“I am.” He puts his hand on the center of my chest. I cover it with my own.

“Then there will be no doubt that you are mine. And everyone here will see you and will know.” Humans would, too, if they just opened their eyes. But here, everyone will take one look and see that we have been fused together, physically, and that we are fused together emotionally and spiritually. Two bodies brought together.

He nods, like that is that. Sweet boy—I’m going to take him, mark him, and keep him.

I tilt his chin back up and take his mouth, letting my passion out, not caring now how quickly it rushes us to the finish. I need to be inside him, and he needs me to be just as much. As we kiss, I let my hand slide down along his chest.

He arches into my touch, a happy little moan on the air. Fuck, he’s pretty—so open and wanton that I want to roar.

I find one of his nipples and tease it with my fingernail, eliciting more sweet noises from him. Shifting, I put my thigh between his, pressing against his balls. He spreads for me like butter when faced with a hot knife, his entire body convulsing against me.

I lick at his lower lip, then nip at it, not hard enough to draw blood, but I know he can feel it as he bucks against me, his cock sliding on my skin. I add a pinch to his right nipple as I push my thigh against his balls.

He nods, the move jerky and rough. “Yes. Yes, please.”

“I’ve got you, baby boy. I’m going to make you fly.” It’s a promise. I’m going to take us both high, make us soar. I shift slightly, finding his left nipple with my lips. It pushes into my mouth, reaching for the suction I’m about to apply.

Needy baby boy. I love how his fingers find my horns, accepting them and stroking them. I purr for him, letting him know just how good that feels. They’re almost as big an erogenous zone as my cock.

He smiles, his grin wicked—I appreciate that in a boy.

I rub my cheek against his nipples, then turn my head and bite them both, sharply this time. Damnation, he smells good. Tastes good too.

“Burns. Fuck, so good. So fucking amazing.”

“It’s going to get even better, baby boy. I promise.” I’m going to blow his mind and his body. It’s going to be incredible. I make the promise to him and to myself.

“I know. I crave you. Your cock. Your—k-knot.” He stumbles over the word, but manages it.

“Yes, boy.” I grab Steve’s hand and bring it down to my cock. It’s hard and already leaking at the tip. I drag his hand along my length to the base where my knot is threatening to come out. It’s just a slight bulge around the base at the moment, but soon it’ll grow into a most impressive knot.

“I—” He slides his hand around my shaft, licking his lips, so hungry it’s palpable.

I moan, between the hand on my horns and the one at the base of my cock, I’m more turned on than I’ve ever been. It’s all Steve. My boy makes me crazy, makes me want everything.

And he offers me all of himself, and it makes me ache, deep down, and I bite harder, making him shudder. I soothe the tight little nip with my tongue, then bite again, loving the way it makes him move, and the low, wanton moan that accompanies the movement. I continue downward, tongue sliding along his breastbone, then onward, dipping into his navel.

“Master?” He sounds confused, worried, and more than a little dazed.

“I’m just enjoying my boy. Getting you revved up.” I’m getting us both revved up. He doesn’t need to worry though. He’s going to come while I’m inside him, and then I’m going to fill him up deep.

“Oh. Sorry. Sorry, I guess I’m…buzzing.”

“Buzzing is good. I just don’t want this to be a quick fuck—you deserve more. We both do.” I nip at the skin next to his navel, rub my cheek along his abs, the muscles contracting beneath his skin, making me hum quietly.

“I don’t think quick and fuck and you go together.” The tease is quiet but warm, and I approve.

“No, no. I like to take my time. We’re going to remember this for a long time.” I tease him back, flicking my tongue in and out of his belly button.

He almost sits up, eyes wide, gasping. “That—that’s different.”

I chuckle as I push him back down, and then I do it again, and again. Lovely, sensual boy.

“It—it’s so big, Master. How is something so little so big?”

I love this unexpected hot spot that he has, and I’m going to remember it. “Because sometimes they are.”

“Right. Sometimes they are.” Sweet boy. “That one is. For sure.”

“Good.” I kiss the tender soft spot, then move on. Much as I’d like to explore this new discovery, we have other things on the agenda today. Besides, soon we’ll have all the time in the world to explore.

“All the time in the world…”

Wait. He can hear me? I’ve never even dreamed I would find such a connection.

I stare up into his eyes and test the theory. My baby boy.

He nods. Yours. Yours, please.

Mine! I growl and pounce his mouth, devouring it with my kiss as I rub against him.

He opens up, moaning deep and low, tongue sliding against mine, tasting me.

I don’t think I can wait much longer; I really want to be inside him. No, I need to be inside him. My balls ache for him. He nods and spreads, opening for me, wordlessly begging me to pull his plug and have him.

I grab the lube so I can slick him back up once the plug comes out, then tap on the base of the thing, letting him know it’s almost time.

“Please. I need you. Please.” He really does beg so prettily.

“You’re about to have me, baby boy.” I tug at the base of the plug, moving it inside him. His body fights me, trying to keep the plug in. “Easy. Take a breath. In deep, then out again.” I keep tugging at the silicone.

He inhales, fighting to suck in the breath. “Master.”

“You’re doing great—keep breathing. Follow me. In.” I draw in a long breath. “And out.” I let mine out, nodding as he follows suit. “Don’t stop breathing,” I tell him, adding a wink.

“In and out. In and out.” Oh, that little laugh is so sweet.

I chuckle. “That’s right, boy. In and out.”

On one of those breaths, I pull the plug all the way out.

He goes wide-eyed and reaches for me. “I need you. I need you.”

“I know.” My boy is totally empty now and all stretched out, ready for me. I lube up my fingers and slip them into him, making sure to get him good and wet.

“Yours.” He meets my gaze. “This means forever, yes?”

“This is the beginning of our forever.” He’ll never want anyone else once he’s had me. I let my fingers slide away. “You’re sure you’re ready? You want this?”

“I’m sure. I need you. I want you.”

“Good. I love you.” I spread his legs back and settle between them. I almost can’t believe this moment is finally here.

“I love you, Master. I give you everything. All of me.”

“And I give you all of me.” I guide my cock to his hole and push up against it. His ring of muscles is slick and soft, gently gaping to take me.

I groan, pushing in past the initial ring of muscles, watching his body stretch to accommodate my girth.

“So big…” His lips are parted, open, eyes wide.

“Bigger than anything you’ve ever taken.” Bigger even than that last plug that he wore to keep himself stretched. “You’re going to be so tight around me.” And my knot is coming up, the base of my cock growing wider.

“Never take anyone else again,” he whispers.

I shake my head. I won’t. As much as I’m about to ruin him for anyone else, the reverse is also true—no one else will ever suffice, ever. “Never.”

“Yes. Both of us. Never. Always.”

“Yes.” I press our mouths together, sealing the words between us as I continue to gradually press in. I want to surge forward and take him hard, but I know I have to take my time, to ease in and make sure he’s comfortable before I can really take him the way I want to. He’s too precious to risk hurting.

He reaches up, one hand cupping my jaw in a move that’s desperately dear, so sweet and loving. I hold his gaze and nuzzle into his hand. He’s so tight around me. It’s so good and I keep pressing forward, filling him more and more.

He gasps, sucking in one breath after another, gaze focused.

“You’ve got this.” I totally believe it. He can do this. He will do it, for me.

I keep pressing in, my knot firming up even more. I rock in, and he spreads wider, legs sprawling open, making more room for me.

“We’ve got this,” I promise him. I get as far as my knot and begin pulling out—I want to fuck him before we’re sealed together by my knot.

He bucks up onto me and rides me hard. I speed my movements, taking his humping as a sign that’s he’s ready for more. I come about halfway out before pushing in again. Then I do it again, and again, moving a little faster with each thrust and going in until my knot is pressing against his ass.

“It’s big, Master.”

Oh, baby boy. No fear. None. I kiss him, pushing him hard, focusing on him. My boy can do this. We can do this together.

I increase the speed and strength of my thrusts, bringing my knot to his hole each time, but not pushing in yet. Let him get used to the stretch—let him enjoy the thorough fucking first. It feels so amazing, like we’re starting a fire together, burning hotter than any part of hell.

His entire soul is into this, into our passion and our love, and I can feel him everywhere. It’s the headiest thing I’ve ever felt, and I revel in it, my hips pumping and bringing us together again and again. Everything else is locked out. Right here, right now, there is only him and me.

He’s the most beautiful man I’ve ever seen, and this time, when I press deep, my knot pushes in, popping into him.

We both moan at the same time, our gazes still locked, our bodies now tightly bound together. Oh, I could come out if I wanted to, but I sure as hell don’t want to. This is the best place on earth. Ever.

He’s rippling around me, holding me tight, milking my cock.

“Baby boy… Steve.” I take his mouth again, but only quickly—I can’t see his eyes properly while we’re kissing, and I want to keep holding his gaze. I can see his soul in his eyes, see how big his love for me is, and I can only hope he sees the same in my gaze.

He clenches tightly around me, gripping me hard.

“Oh, fuck! So damned good.” My eyes try to roll back in my head, but I keep hold of Steve’s gaze. “Can’t hold it back much longer, baby boy. I need to come soon.” I find his cock with my hand and grab hold of it, jacking him hard—I want him coming on my cock, coming with me.

“Please. Yes. Harder, Master!” This is a demand, and he makes me bare my teeth and growl.

I slow my hand, loosen it a little. “What was that, boy?” I want him to beg me for it. I love it so much when he begs.

“I fucking need you!” Oh, he’s being naughty.

I let go of his cock altogether and manage to keep my face passive, letting one eyebrow go up. I stay otherwise absolutely still, though it’s killing me to do so.

He works my cock, trying to push me over the edge, but I’m not going to give in no matter how much I want to. I’m the Master.

I press harder against him to still him. And I wait.

“I—What do you want?” He knows what I want.

“You know what I want.” It’s a battle of wills, which I will win. But the fight is delicious.

“I want…I want you.” He reaches up, holding me with shaky hands.

“I know.” I wrap my hand back around his cock. “What more do you want, baby boy? What do you need more than your next breath?”

“I need you. I need you to help me. Please. Please, Master.”

I start jacking him again, giving him a wicked grin. That was exactly what I wanted to hear. And what’s more, he knew it. Such wonderful games we’ll play.

“Love. Thank you. Thank you, Master. So good!” He’s flying, and I’ve never seen anything more beautiful.

“Yes.” It’s all I can say, my words caught in my throat.  I make small movements with my hips, circling them as best I can, buried the way I am inside him.

His face goes slack, and his cock gets even harder.

“That’s it, my baby boy. Let the pleasure have you; let it take you—take us both over the edge.”

Steve nods, swallowing over and over, his body growing even tighter around me.

I move my hand faster, thumb swiping across his head on every upstroke, my nail catching now and then on his slit lips.

He’s so close I can smell his orgasm. He’s right there.

I lean in until our lips are just barely touching. Like this, I can keep hold of his gaze. I speak against his lips. “I love you, boy.”

His lips part, and then he answers with an orgasm, seed spraying between us violently.

“Yes!” I yank myself out of him, then slam back in, all the way, giving him every inch of me, of my knot, and of my seed as I come deep, deep inside him.

He moans and holds on to me, clinging like a limpet.

I lower myself slowly, letting him take my weight, and rest our foreheads together. My boy. My wonderful baby boy, he took me like a champ.

“I’m home,” he whispers. “I did it.”

I nod and turn to leave a kiss on his cheek. “You’re home, baby boy.”

He nods. “Home. Yours. I swear.”

I rest my hand against his chest. “You swear?” I know from conversations with my fellow club members that there’s usually a long push and pull, fight and retreat and moving forward before a boy admits he’s right where he belongs. Could it really be that he knows already, that he understands it and is willing to accept it?

He meets my gaze. “I have felt worthless until I came here, met you. Now I have a reason.”

“I am honored to be your reason. And trust me when I say that you are not worthless. You are magnificent, amazing. Special.”

“I’m yours. I want to be home. I want to be with you.”

“That’s what I want too. There are things that need to happen to make it permanent, but it’s totally doable, and for now, I just want to be with you, be inside you, and hold you close.” He has to close out his life outside of the club and he has to bring a new man in for someone else, but those are just details and he can do all that with our rooms here as his home base.

He covers my hand with his, holding it to his chest. “I’ve seen the marks the other boys wear.”

My nostrils flare with pleasure, and I nod. “I will brand you with my symbol and everyone will know that you’re mine for all time.”

He nods, holding my gaze. “I love you.”

And it’s simple, isn’t it? No one has ever simply come to me and been mine.

I will cherish this moment—and more importantly him—forever.

“And I love you, my own.”