Chapter 27 The Bachelor Party #2
I sucked Zach’s cock clean then licked out the other omega’s hole before kissing away the cum from his groin and belly. I suckled on his soft cock and dove between Zach’s ass cheeks, slurping up the slick from his release.
By the time I was done, my balls were ready to explode.
Zach and his omega were still kissing. They were earnest, lost in each other.
I wondered who the other boy was and how they knew each other.
Could I fuck them now? But they weren’t paying me any attention.
Christ, I needed a hole. I needed to ram my dick deep into a tight, wet ass and fuck until I expired…
“Terry.”
I looked back.
Lothair sat on the sofa, one leg up, lazily stroking his hard cock. He elegantly gestured with his hand to the left as if he were presenting an artwork.
Fuck.
Three omegas knelt on the sofa, asses up, slick holes exposed. Their puckers showed all the signs of arousal—puffy skin darkened with blood, their rings loose, slightly open in the middle, wet smears around them. They were all lined up, ready for me, like the most delicious buffet ever.
I didn’t know where to start.
My mate patted the closest ass cheek, belonging to the youngest omega.
“What are you waiting for, Terry?”
LOTHAIR
My fiancé stared at the three presented asses with wide eyes, his pupils blown. The beast within him was close to the surface. I couldn’t imagine the mayhem if he half shifted right now. The fantasy was hot, though.
Terry clenched and unclenched his fists, his nostrils flared, and his wild, predatory gaze flickered from one hole to another. His long dick reared like a weapon, the ridges pronounced and the knot outlined with distinct veins.
The omegas looked over their shoulders back at him, panting and needy, wriggling restlessly. The youngest one whimpered, his tongue peeking out between parted lips.
Except Terry clearly couldn’t decide which boy to fuck first, so I made it easier for him. I knelt up by the young omega in white and pulled his ass cheeks wide apart with both hands. He pressed into my palms impatiently. His quiet “please” made me smirk.
Terry’s face hardened, and he prowled forward. He gave the omega in black lace a pat on his ass, smacked William’s a little harder, and then sank his dick into the sweet young thing I held open for him.
The boy moaned. He looked like an angel, all innocent and virginal in his pristine lace with pink bows, but I knew him from the parties at Rosebud.
Inside that prettily wrapped package was an insatiable demon, always horny for a big dick.
His sweet little pucker widened soon enough, letting Terry in all the way to the knot.
When Terry pushed twice more, the half-swollen knot popped in, and the boy’s flat belly bulged.
His high-pitched cry cut through the air, and he put a hand over the protrusion.
He stroked it greedily, his eyes rolling back into his head.
“Aah! Oh my God! Oh God! Aah! Please!”
“Yeah? You like that?” My Terry sounded vicious. Fuck, he was hot when he let loose.
“Please! Please!”
He plunged in with the knot again and again, and the tiny omega began making garbled, surprisingly deep, animalistic noises.
When Terry retreated after a few thrusts, the boy mewled with the loss.
I gave him my fingers to keep him full while Terry grabbed William’s hips and shoved into him.
He thrust a few times, and William’s sloppy hole smacked wetly.
Then he moved to the boy in black. After ten harsh fucks, he went back to William while fingering the other omega.
Terry moved like a machine, fast and hard, giving them all his full length with the partially swollen knot.
Their holes twitched and drooled between the bouts of vicious fucking, the rings of muscle confused when empty.
As he worked them over again and again, they loosened until they remained open and leaking.
The young thing closest to me was shaking, and William bit the sofa backrest, whining with frustration.
The slender omega in black was the first to come.
Terry stayed longer when he must have felt the boy getting close.
He took pity on him and gave him deep, short fucks.
He must have drilled against the omega’s womb.
The boy’s plush lips puckered up in a perfectly round, ecstatic O, and his cum streaked the black leather sofa.
The young nympho in white begged to be next.
He pushed back until Terry’s fucks got too fast and hard for him to keep up with.
Then he just hung over the backrest and sobbed while Terry pounded the orgasm out of him.
When he pulled out, the little demon scrambled into my lap and sat on my dick with a sigh.
The pink bow in his hair smelled like roses.
He clung to my shoulders as his stretched hole fluttered with aftershocks.
I rocked him in my lap, fucking up against his sprout of a womb.
The poor thing needed to feel full for a little longer.
Teeth bared and sweat dripping down his chest, my Terry grabbed William by his hips and flipped him around. He buried himself between William’s chubby thighs and grabbed his tits. He thrust in and out, harder and harder, making William’s plump thighs quiver. William seemed to lose his shit.
“Fuck, yes! Fuck! Ram it in. Yes! Yes! Aah! Aah!”
His milk bubbled out between Terry’s fingers, and Terry bent over with a growl. He latched on to William’s left tit, his hips jerking.
He came sucking the milk.
He looked wild, lost in mindless pleasure.
I recalled when we first met—the controlled expression on his face, the way he had unbuttoned his suit jacket in a practiced move and primly adjusted his slacks when he’d sat on my patio.
He’d been all business and cool professionalism, and I’d found him so judgy and uptight.
Look at you now, my monstrous mate, giving in to your base urges and fucking three boys in a row.
Pride swelled in my chest. The proper Terrance Harbinger was a magnificent beast when he let go.
William nursed him for a while longer until Terry’s softening cock slipped out. When my mate found my gaze, he smiled sheepishly.
I moved the young omega from my lap to William’s arms and crooked a finger at Terry. He plonked onto the sofa by my side. I pointed to my hard cock, and Terry chuckled before he swooped down my length.
The omegas watched, cuddling lazily, as he sucked me off and swallowed my load.
Zach and his boy brought drinks and snacks, and we took a break. We exchanged names, some real and some probably made up, but nobody cared.
“Where are we anyway?” Terry asked, looking from me to Zach. He didn’t seem apprehensive, only curious.
Zach grinned. “Rosebud club, of course. The top-floor suite.”
Terry nodded. “Good to know.”
Was he already planning a repeat? I wouldn’t mind spending a birthday or two in this way.
We talked in hushed tones about nothing and everything until William and the little nympho began kissing.
We had ourselves rounds two and three. This time, it was unchoreographed but fun nonetheless.
Zach’s pretty redhead, whose name was allegedly Nick, rode Terry’s dick, and Zach straddled Terry’s face.
I tasted William’s milk while the nympho in white, Aden, fisted William’s big ass.
Then I rabbit-fucked Spike’s spasming hole, pulling on his pierced nipples to prolong his orgasm.
I came into Aden’s mouth while Terry fucked him with long, deep strokes.
After the fisting, William was loose enough to take us both.
His milk ran down my chest and arms as we railed him, holding him up between us.
Spike cleaned Terry’s cock with his mouth, and Terry ate him out before making Aden come one last time on his dick.
By three in the morning, I’d lost track of who’d already fucked and sucked whom.
I’d had three intense orgasms, and Terry at least four, from what I’d noticed.
I had no idea how many times the boys had come, but the air held more omega pheromones than oxygen.
Even our shifter stamina was fading after all of that.
Terry lay on the recliner with a napping Spike and Aden tucked under his arms. His fingers still glistened with their slick.
Nick lay cuddled in Zach’s embrace on the sofa, his legs on my lap, cum drying on his belly.
He played with Zach’s soft cock, but after a short while, his hand got limp, and he fell asleep.
William leaned against my side, sipping a soda.
His poor nipples looked swollen and sore after several nursing sessions, but he seemed content.
We were all fucked out and mellow. Even Zach began to doze off. Terry met my gaze from across the room, and I raised my eyebrows at him. He gave me a tiny nod and a smile.