Knot Intended (3 page)

In her current position, bending slightly in her chair, Nolie found taking as much of Joseph’s cock as she wanted difficult. She slid her lips down a bit more and wrapped her hand again around what her mouth didn’t cover. Moisture from her mouth slicked his shaft, making it easier for Nolie to move her hand.

“This is so good,” Joseph said softly. “Not too much more, though. I want to fuck you. I can’t wait.”

The words hit Nolie like a bucket of cold water.
He can’t wait because he has to leave for work.

She faltered in the rhythm of her hand and mouth, and Joseph took his hand off her head. “What did I say?”

Nolie pulled back and pasted a smile on her face. She should have figured the mood wouldn’t last. This was their life now. Work and sleep broken up by occasional sex. Her heart ached. They had grown so far apart, even when they’d tried to keep things exciting and connected.

“Nothing,” she said. “You didn’t say anything.”

“Yes, I did, because I was getting the blowjob of my life, and all of a sudden you stopped.” Joseph paused. “I didn’t mean I can’t wait because I’m in a hurry. I told you. Fuck work. You’re more important.”

For a second Nolie could do nothing other than look at him. Today was the first time he’d ever told her she mattered more than his job.

Her eyes watered, and she swallowed the lump that rose in her throat.
He really means this. He genuinely wants things to change between us.

“Hey.” Joseph gently lifted Nolie’s chin with a finger. “I’m sorry, honey. I didn’t mean to kill the mood.”

“You didn’t. You just made it better.” Nolie took a deep breath and looked into Joseph’s warm brown eyes. Her husband. The man she wanted more than anyone else in the world.

And he was right there telling her she could have him. They had responsibilities. She would have to leave for work in less than an hour, and she couldn’t be late, or her homeroom class would run wild.

But an hour gave them more than enough time to enjoy each other. To be desperate for each other’s touch and then quench that desperation. They’d spent too long letting external things interfere with what they really wanted. Of course they had to work. They couldn’t entirely ignore their lives.

They didn’t have to ignore each other, though.

Nolie licked the tip of Joseph’s cock, and her desire rose again. He hadn’t meant for her to hurry, only to prevent him from coming in her mouth. She should have taken his comment that way to begin with.

“Oh, Nolie.” Joseph closed his eyes. “I’ve missed having you suck me like this, but I am way too close to coming right now. Stop, please. I don’t want you to, but you need to before I mess this up.”

“There wouldn’t be a mess.” She grinned. “I would catch it. It’s been way too long since I tasted you.”

“Not today.” Joseph tugged her hair. It didn’t hurt a bit.

Nolie moaned softly and looked up at Joseph again. “You don’t know what you want, do you?”

“I want to slide my cock into your sweet, tight pussy and fuck you crazy before I leave.” His voice was little more than a growl. “I want you on your feet, bent over your chair with your skirt hiked up around your waist. So let go of my dick and let me do what I want with you. You’re right. It’s been far too long, and I’m not waiting another second.”

A hot chill ran through Nolie, and she hissed in a breath. This was the Joseph she wanted to see. It turned her on even more than she could have dreamed.

Before she could respond, Joseph grasped her arms and yanked her from her seat. She gasped and quickly let go of him.

“I told you to get up,” he said hoarsely. “Don’t start disobeying me now, sweetheart. You want this, don’t you?”

“This is part of the game.” She barely managed the words between sharp inhales. Her excitement increased until her legs trembled. Not only because she was aroused as hell but also because of the tiny frisson of fear beneath her desire.

She wasn’t afraid of Joseph. He would never hurt her. Knowing that for certain made his current aggression and commands even more thrilling.

“Not a game, babe.” He whirled her around and placed her hands on the edge of the table. “This is real. This is what I want to do to you. Tell me now if you want me to stop, but remember that anything I do is because you want it.”

Nolie’s thoughts spiraled, and through her haze of arousal she could barely understand what was going on. “I thought this wasn’t part of the role-play.”

“It is what I say it is.” Joseph slid his hand around to cup her throat. “Do you want to argue with me? Tell me if you want me to be gentle. Otherwise you take what you get, because I have to admit hearing your hot little fantasy has me all revved up. We can’t go all the way with it this morning, but I am not in the mood to be easy on you.”

“Mmm.” It was the only thing Nolie could manage to say amidst the heat and hunger building in her. There was no way she would stop Joseph from taking what he wanted from her. For years she’d wanted him to be more forceful in bed and had never dared to ask for it. Joseph was too calm and mellow, or so Nolie had thought.

Now he was proving her wrong, and she was damned if she would put a stop to it.

“So give me your promise,” Joseph said. “Whatever I do, you won’t hold it against me. This isn’t our role-play. This is me being so turned on by my sexy, dirty wife that I won’t hold back unless you tell me to.”

“You don’t have to hold back.” Nolie shuddered as Joseph ran his hand over her throat. He was strong enough to crush her if he wanted, but he would never do so. The danger was only a tiny possibility, but it was enough to excite the hell out of her.

“Then promise.” He slid his hand up, forcing Nolie’s head back. “Promise you’ll remember I would never hurt you.”

Nolie’s breath caught in her lungs, and she shivered. Maybe Joseph wasn’t playing the role of her fantasy yet, but he was doing a damn good job of preparing. And she loved every second of it. She had only one concern about meeting his demand. “I promise, but what if you go too far?”

“Good question.” Joseph nuzzled Nolie’s neck just below her ear. One of her sweet spots. She gasped and pushed back against him. He nipped her earlobe and said, “I’ll answer you as soon as I give you this warning: Don’t get too assertive. You wanted someone else to be in control, didn’t you?”

“Yes.” Nolie whimpered and squirmed as Joseph touched his lips to the hollow of her collarbone. Another of her spots. “You’re making me so wet, Joseph. Please.”

“If I go too far, say ‘enough’s enough.’” He caressed her throat and spoke so close to her ear, his hot breath tickled her. “Do you understand?”

“Yes.”

“Good.” He blew gently into Nolie’s ear, and she moaned. “All I can do before I leave is turn you on and fuck you hard. Is that what you want?”

“Yes,” she murmured again.

“And you know what to say if it’s too much.” Joseph pushed her skirt up around her hips and slipped a finger through the leg of her panties. “Good girl, not wearing panty hose today. Maybe it’s just because it’s too damn hot for the things, but I’d like to think it’s because you wanted your husband to fuck you at the kitchen table.”

Feeling suddenly shy, Nolie didn’t answer. She couldn’t. Of course she’d chosen not to wear panty hose because of the unexpected heat of the late March day, but the ease of access for Joseph was an even better excuse. She just didn’t quite dare to say so. She was too out of practice at being naughty.

The way this morning was going, though, she would have plenty of opportunity to regain her skills.

“You don’t have to answer me.” Joseph stroked her swollen clit with his finger, and Nolie gasped and squirmed against his touch. “I know what you want. You’re so wet, babe. So ready for my cock, aren’t you?”

“Yes.” It was her new favorite word, the only one clear in her brain through the heat and yearning for Joseph’s touch.

He slowly pulled down her panties, and she braced herself as the air conditioning from the window unit blew against her wet pussy. She shivered, and Joseph slipped his hand between her legs from behind, covering her slit with his hand and wrist.

“Cold?” he murmured against her ear. “Your pussy feels nice and warm. Do you like feeling my hand here? Holding you? Owning you?”

“Mmm.” Nolie closed her eyes and pushed against Joseph’s hand. He was driving her insane, taking far too long to enter her, and yet she wanted to prolong it. She wanted to have everything he was willing to give her and didn’t want to rush a damn thing.

Except they had no choice but to rush.

“I can read your mind, babe.” He tightened his fingers for a moment.

Startled and even more aroused, Nolie cried out. The pressure of Joseph’s hand was right on the edge between pleasure and pain, and the thrill of having her body possessed by him this way made the pleasure too strong to be outweighed by anything else.

Joseph relaxed his grip. “Did that hurt?”

“No.”

“Did it feel good?” Joseph’s breath against her neck heated her even more.

The need and cravings racing through Nolie were too much to ignore. Joseph may have been taking things slowly so he wouldn’t scare her, or maybe because he was trying to make her crazy. Either way, she couldn’t take it anymore, and words burst from her mouth before she realized she was going to say them.

“Fuck me.” She pushed back against him. The bulge of his cock against her ass only made her want him more. “Please, Joseph. Fuck me.”

“As you wish.” He chuckled and then his breath was gone as he stood.

Nolie allowed him to move her as he maneuvered to enter her from behind. Usually, she preferred being face-to-face. She loved seeing the lust and excitement in Joseph’s expression when he fucked her and watching his eyes roll back in his head when he came. This time, though, having him take her from behind perfectly fit the urgency of the moment and Joseph’s commanding attitude.

Just as Nolie felt him against her pussy, Joseph rammed into her with a force that took her breath away. It didn’t hurt. Not even close. She was wet and ready for him, needing friction and release, and being suddenly filled by his hard cock pushed her to the brink of climax almost instantly.

He started fucking her hard and fast, gripping her hips tightly, and Nolie could only move with him and try to remember how to breathe. Despite her fantasies, she had never been one for rough sex, but she wanted more of Joseph this way.

More of the hard thrusts that seemed to reverberate through her entire body. More of his hands on her bare skin, encouraging her to match his rhythm and meet each thrust while preventing her from getting away, assuming she’d be foolish enough to want to.

The intensity of their fucking, hard enough to make the table shake despite its sturdy oak construction, sent Nolie spiraling toward orgasm, and she reached for the pleasure and release. Last time she and Joseph had fucked, she hadn’t—

No. No thinking.

Her breaths came now in sharp bursts. The aroma of her cooling coffee filled her nose, as did Joseph’s musk, which was slightly sweaty and completely him.

He thrust even harder, grunting and moaning. Nolie thought he murmured her name a few times but couldn’t be sure. Her own pleasure and exertion wiped coherent thought from her brain.

Her climax built, and before she realized it was about to hit, it exploded through her. Her legs shook, and she cried Joseph’s name as she bucked and trembled. Pleasure ran over her skin like a current, and she tried to breathe.

Joseph groaned loudly, and his hands clenched on her hips. He slammed into her several times until, with a loud cry, he bucked and trembled against her. With several staccato thrusts, he filled her with his cum, moaning and panting.

Gasping, Nolie looked over her shoulder. Joseph’s eyes were closed, his face flushed and sheened with sweat. His breath mingled with his soft moans.

She had never seen him so sexy before.

Slowly he opened his eyes and smiled. “Hi.”

“Hi.” Nolie slowly exhaled. “Damn.”

“Yeah.” Joseph kissed her back. “So yeah, aggressive fucking in the kitchen works.”

“Um, yeah.”

He withdrew from her and snatched a napkin from the table. Nolie let out a disappointed sigh as he bent to pull her panties up. She let him dress her and then smoothed her skirt down into place while Joseph cleaned up a bit with the napkin.

“You usually shower after we fuck,” she said, wondering why she had to say something so lame.

He chuckled. “I don’t have time. I’m cleaned up enough, and honestly, the idea of going to work like this turns me on. I just fucked my incredibly hot wife in the kitchen. If the guys knew, they’d be jealous as hell. So I don’t really want to wash off the proof.”

Nolie laughed. “Are you going to brag to your work buddies?”

“No. I’m not the kind to fuck and tell.” He pulled her into his arms and gazed into her eyes with an expression that melted her. “I love you.”

“I love you too.” She nuzzled against his chest. “I almost wish we could take the day off and just spend all day in bed.”

“We’ll add that to the list.” He kissed the top of her head. “I have to leave. Have a good day.”

“You too.”

She looked up, and Joseph kissed her. Nolie felt more passion in that kiss than she had in weeks. The heat between them built again, and Nolie braced herself, trying to push away a fresh wave of arousal. She would have to hope the drive to work quelled her desire, because she certainly couldn’t stay turned on all day.

Joseph let her go with a smug grin. “See you this afternoon, babe. And be ready. You never know when I might decide to fulfill that hot-as-hell fantasy of yours.” Before Nolie could think of a reply, Joseph walked out the back door.

Dazed, Nolie returned to her seat and picked up the cup of lukewarm coffee.
“Be ready,”
Joseph had said. She had no idea how to prepare herself when she didn’t know what she was supposed to be ready for. Clearly Joseph had a side he’d kept from her, and now he was letting it out, but that didn’t tell her how he planned to fulfill her fantasy.

Then again, that was the point. She wanted something unexpected. Something she couldn’t prevent and wouldn’t want to. Joseph had taken in everything she’d said; she was sure of it. He wouldn’t discuss it with her, just act.