Please, don't stop."
He watched me for a long moment, before leaning forward and pressing his mouth back to mine, just as he added a third finger, stretching me for him.
When he slowly slid his fingers out of me, he pulled back, his gaze catching mine. "Are you sure about this, Newell? I don't want you to regret this tomorrow."
I chuckled softly, drawing his head back down to mine so I could speak against his lips. "Trust me, Lawton. I want this."
He nodded, swallowing hard, and I wondered if maybe he wasn't just as nervous as I was.
He repositioned himself, going up to his knees and gripping my hips to slide my ass part of the way up his thighs before gripping his dick and pressing the tip against my hole.
I gasped at the contact, my entrance flexing as it begged for him. He slid inside slowly, and I groaned, not minding the sting as he stretched me further than his three fingers had before.
We were both gasping against each other's mouths by the time he was fully inside me, and I took a moment to lick between his lips, making him groan, tilting my head for better access.
I slid my hands down his back to his ass, gripping hard as I sucked and bit at his swollen, bright red lips, begging with the urging of my hands for him to move… and then he did. I screamed into his mouth as he dragged his dick over my prostate when he pulled out and then again when he pressed back in.
Before long, we were nothing but delicious movement and noises as we were together, the pressure and need to release building inside of us.
I threw my head back and screamed his name toward the wall behind me just as I felt him gurgle against my throat, my release pumping out of me between us as he started to swell in my ass, pushing more and more cum out of my body and stretching me until I was so full, I could no longer move.
When the last dredges of my orgasm faded, I blinked in surprise as I realized what had just happened.
Lawton had knotted me. Lawton Foster. I'd dreamed about this happening so many damn times, and there I was locked to him by a part of his nature that proved maybe I meant more to him than the any port scenario I'd thought this might have been earlier.
I smiled, even as my eyes started to close, and Lawton hummed happily, rolling us over so that I could snuggle down against his chest.
"I knew it," he whispered, sounding every bit as drowsy as I felt. "I knew you were special."
I was special. To Lawton Foster.
Chapter Four
September
My release hit the floor between his feet as I continued to swallow his down, and I groaned at the happiness floating through my system.
He whimpered after a moment, pressing his hand to the top of my head, signaling he was becoming too sensitive, and I let him slide out of my mouth before nuzzling his groin with my nose and mouth.
"We have got to find a bed and get some actual sleep," he grumbled as I did my best to crawl up his body and fall to the floor beside him in a heap of sated alpha blah. "We both have work in the morning."
"I know. I… Oh!" He grunted when I rolled further into him, reaching behind me to grab whatever had just poked me in the ass cheek off the floor before bringing a very serious looking Ironman up for our inspection. "I've heard about this with Legos, but I thought you only had to worry about the bottoms of your feet."
Newell eyed the offending piece through glasses still askew on his face, and he snorted out a laugh. "Tony! What would Pepper say?"
I smirked, tossing the figure up on top of the table before leaning in for another long, sweet kiss, this time not rushed like the last few had been with wild, white hot lust. I knew if it went on much longer, we'd be right back there, but for right then, we were both happily satiated, and I just needed to touch him.
"Do you have a date for my brother's wedding?" I asked after a long moment, still pecking kisses to his pretty lips.
Huffing out a laugh, he raised an eyebrow at me like I'd lost my mind. "No."
I frowned, wondering why he had laughed like that, but decided not