Chapter 7 The Orgy #2
He didn’t say anything when I quickly opened my pants and tugged my underwear down. I pushed him against a wall, and he spread his legs, tilting his hips up for me. I bottomed out inside him on the first thrust.
I groaned with relief. He was so soft and wet, the abundance of slick leaking out around my cock. He felt incredible. How come he was so wet? Did he get off on the game? Did being chased by strangers arouse him this much?
Whimpering, he grabbed my hand and pulled my thumb into his mouth. He sucked on it and wiggled his butt. I retreated and thrust back in. The omega moaned around my thumb.
Fuck, he was impatient. The harder I fucked him, the happier he sounded.
When he came, I followed.
I thrust hard, my cum jetting out, filling the willing body of the omega. He keened and ground against me.
“I’m not done,” I panted. “Stay.”
He nodded.
“You can’t speak?”
Looking at me over his shoulder with glazed eyes, he winked.
“It’s part of the game,” I concluded.
He licked his lips and gave me another nod.
“Do you want to stay with me for another round?”
The omega giggled. Then he pushed against my hip, dislodging my cock.
Before I could protest, he gripped my hand.
He led me to a sofa where, on the other end, a naked omega was getting fucked by two fully clothed alphas.
One cock in his mouth, the other in his ass.
He seemed to be enjoying it, holding one of the alpha’s ass cheeks, spurring him on.
My prey didn’t pay the threesome any attention. He pushed me to sit and straddled me, sinking slowly onto my dick. Then he caught my face between his hands and guided my mouth to his nipple.
I sucked his nipples while he rode me. He went slow and fast and slow again, moaning and whining, using my cock as he pleased. He liked it deep, and my cockhead kept hitting the mouth to his womb. He came once more, took a short break, and then he began moving anew.
The threesome was long gone, but my omega still sat on my dick, rolling his hips lazily. He was insatiable.
When I licked and bit his nipples, he pushed his chest out for more.
I felt the sofa dip next to us. At first, I ignored our company.
But then a sound made me look to the side.
Lothair.
His prey was on his knees on the sofa, face hidden in the cushions and ass high up in the air. Lothair stood, thrusting wildly. His hands were smeared with golden body paint.
His fierce eyes were pinned on me.
My omega cried out, throwing his head back, and his hole clenched on my cock with another peak.
Lothair sped up, his omega’s groans muffled by the pillows.
We came together, Lothair and I, our gazes locked. The base of my dick throbbed, and for a moment, I feared I’d knot the omega. The fading scent of heat in the air might cause a few unintentional knottings tonight.
I lost myself for a moment, as the overwhelming pleasure restarted my brain. When I opened my eyes, Lothair was looking at me with a lazy smirk. He pulled out, stuffed his wet cock into his golden briefs, and fastened his pants.
“You done?”
On autopilot, I lifted the sated omega from my lap and sat him on the sofa next to me.
Lothair’s conquest gripped the angel’s hand, and then they were kissing, their legs tangled. I stared at the two omegas, their asses full of our cum, how they clung to each other, rutted, and moaned into each other’s mouths.
This wasn’t normal, was it? They should be done. Two dragon alphas just fucked their brains out…
A firm hand squeezed my upper arm.
“Time to go, Terry.”
Terry?
We returned to the car in silence. I felt his eyes on me, but I didn’t look up.
“Who were they?” I asked when we were finally outside. The fresh night air worked like a balm on my burning lungs.
“Escorts. Probably high on hormonal aphrodisiacs.”
“Isn’t that dangerous?”
“Not really. Unless you take them regularly.”
“A bit sexist to offer omegas like a party treat.”
“And impossible to resist, weren’t they?”
I grunted. I would need to process my own behavior tonight. Did I really just grab a random rent boy at a party and fuck him in public? Right next to my client?
Lothair saw me come.
“There were alphas as well,” Lothair said, his tone soothing. “You just didn’t notice them. They came running from below the stage, wearing animal masks, and began hunting anyone who looked willing.”
“Oh?” How could I have missed that?
“Yep. Caspian wouldn’t leave his important omega guests hanging. I noticed an Oscar-winning actor getting the pounding of his life under the stage when we were leaving. The alpha was hung like a bull and wore a minotaur mask on his head. Nice touch.”
“Who was the actor?”
“What happens at Caspian’s stays at Caspian’s, Terrance.”
I didn’t protest when Lothair said he wanted to drive.
After I’d picked up my gun, the security opened the gate for us, and we took off through the empty night streets.
“Thanks for dragging me out of there,” I said as Lothair sped away.
“It was getting out of hand.”
“I’d say.”
“But you got laid. Fabulously, it seemed.”
Did he really just refer to us watching each other come? Was this common Saturday entertainment for him?
“I’m not sure how I feel about this.”
“Your first orgy?”
I scoffed.
Lothair frowned at me from the driver’s seat. “You’re not traumatized, are you?”
“No.” I let out a strangled laugh. “It’s not my usual modus operandi.”
“It was all perfectly consensual, don’t worry. Caspian is careful about these things. The boy you caught seemed very happy.”
“Because he was drugged.”
“Nah. Hormonal aphrodisiacs enhance sexual appetite and enjoyment, but they don’t affect judgment. He was at the party because he wanted to earn good money, and Caspian isn’t stingy. The boy liked you, and you made him feel good. It’s not more complicated than that.”
I rested my head back. I could still smell the omega’s slick. It must have been on my hands and clothes. On my dick.
“How about we go flying?” Lothair asked.
“Now?”
It was maybe one in the morning. Didn’t he need to sleep?
“I know the perfect place. It’s not far.”
He turned left abruptly, stepped on the gas, and the car darted toward the freeway.