9. Vera
9
Vera
Jorge disappeared about twenty minutes ago, he went looking for Mathew, to see if he was done with work for the day. But they haven’t returned yet, so I went looking for them too, curious what was taking them so long.
Of course, I should have expected to find them in the bathroom, Jorge’s horny pheromones slipping under the door into the bedroom. Aside from the bedroom, that’s the only other place where it’s easy to have a quick fuck right now, since most of the rest of the house is an absolute mess.
I slip out of the summer dress I changed into once we got back from the hospital and lunch. The weather was way too nice to wear more than this, especially to wear something as form-fitting as jeans. Then I open the bathroom door, Jorge’s heavy cedar pheromones rolling over me like a wave, before I quickly close it behind me.
Jorge and Mathew are in the bath, facing each other, slowly moving, making the water ripple around them. Mathew’s skin is all flushed and Jorge’s smiling at him, his eyes filled with desire. It’s unusual to find them in the bath together, usually, they fuck in the shower, but they seem to make it work just fine.
I take my bra and thong off, putting them in the laundry, before I pad my way over to the bath, kneeling on the plush mat. It’s like they only notice me then, way too focused on each other.
“Hello, my sweet Omega.” Mathew smiles at me lazily, reaching up and pulling me in for a kiss. The way his wisteria pheromones flare around him, he’s very close to having an orgasm. I push into the kiss, nipping at his lower lip and piercings, making him moan out. He’s irresistible when he gives into his desire, into his need, he makes me want to eat him right up.
“Want to join us?” Jorge rolls his hips and Mathew’s hand on my neck tightens as he lets out a low moan.
“Sure. Give me a moment.” I quickly get up, before Mathew can stop me, and look through one of the boxes we’re keeping in here for the time being.
“Oh, no...” Mathew’s voice is rough with need. “Vera... I’m pretty sure we don’t need any of those right now.”
“Any of what?” Jorge sounds almost out of breath and when I glance at them, the way he’s holding onto Mathew makes it seem like Mathew nearly climbed out of the bath before he could stop him.
“Any of those .” Mathew shoots me a quick glare as he eyes the toy in my hand.
It’s a fairly large vibrator, one of the ones without a knot and without any ‘fluid’ features, but it appears to have plenty of other options. I’ve been wanting to try this tentacle shaped one out for a while now. It’s deep purple with pink accents, narrow at the top, wide at the base and it’s got nubs shaped like suckers on one side. I’ve never tried a toy shaped like this before.
“Vera…” Jorge’s voice is full of question, though also full of lust. “I agree with Mathew, I don’t think we need that .”
“No?” I give them my best innocent look. “Maybe one of the other ones?” I turn back to the box, leaning on the arm that I’m holding the tentacle shaped toy with so it’s standing upright between my legs and the loud moans and splashing water from the bath makes me grin. This is way too much fun.
“I could of course go for one with a knot...” I move things around in the box, not grabbing anything, just pretending to be seriously looking. “Or maybe an inflatable knot ring... ” I move things around. “Oh, it seems those went into the other box… Too bad.”
As I rummage through the box, I keep moving my hips up and down, the tentacle touching my pussy lightly on each downward movement, my slick slowly starting to drip down the toy, over my hand. Every time I move up, synchronous moans sound from the bath. Their pheromones and noises are making it harder and harder to focus, making my head fuzzy.
I want to be able to see them, look at them, touch them, and not just hear and smell them. I think I’ve teased them, and myself, enough.
I stand up, holding up the tentacle toy like a price as I make my way over to the bath. “I think I’ll take the plunge into curiously shaped toys with this one.”
“Vera...” Mathew moans as he follows me with his heated gaze, out of breath. “I’m pretty sure we’ve got enough cocks here to fill you up...” His voice falters as Jorge pulls him down, like he’s giving an example of what Mathew means. “You don’t need...” He drops his head on Jorge’s shoulder, his voice almost disappearing. “We’ve got plenty .”
Watching and hearing Mathew’s need makes my insides squirm, makes me so hot, turns me on so much that I worry that if I touch myself for even a moment, I might come immediately.
Jorge grins over Mathew’s shoulder. “What he’s trying to say is that he wants to fuck you himself. That he wants to be in the middle, getting fucked by me as he fucks you...”
“I was trying to be less crude.” Mathew mumbles the words against Jorge’s shoulder and I almost feel sorry for him. He’s so close and he’s so turned on but Jorge isn’t letting him come yet.
“She’s holding a massive purple tentacle dildo, I don’t think being ‘crude’ is an issue here.” Jorge’s laugh is deep, rumbling in his chest, making my insides even hotter.
“If you’re fucking me, you can’t make me come with your mouth. I want your hot mouth and tongue on me, that sexy piercing on my clit.” I slide my hand into the back of Mathew’s hair and angle his head back, taking his lips in a hard kiss.
The moment our lips touch, he comes, grabbing for my shoulders, nearly pulling me into the bath between them, only my honed reflexes and Jorge’s quick thinking preventing an uncomfortable situation.
Fuck, Mathew’s hot. I love watching him come, losing himself in the sensations. From the moment I met him, I’ve been wanting to break that mask of control and watch him succumb to pleasure.
When he seems to be back in the now, I give him a soft kiss, before pulling back. “I was thinking we could do a variation of our first time. But instead of Caleb and me being the ones fucking, it’s Jorge and you, and I’m the one who’ll come with a toy.”
Mathew lets out a laughing moan. “That will require Jorge to hold out for quite a long time. I’m not sure he’s up to that.”
Jorge laughs too. “Not everyone has his control... But I’m sure we can make it work.” He touches my arm and I lean to him, kissing him deep and slow. His happy smile and pleased pheromones make me smile too.
“I’m sure we’ll be able to adapt.” I climb into the bath and then sit on the end opposite them, my feet on the edge on either side, spreading me wide open, as I put the tentacle toy at my side for later.
Mathew climbs off Jorge’s lap, pulling low sounds from the Alpha, before he turns to me, his eyes full of lust as he crawls to my side of the bath, his eyes on my pussy. He slides his hands up my legs, my skin hot where he touches me.
“Fuck, your scent is mouth-watering. You’re so wet, dripping with honey.” Mathew’s breath on my pussy is overwhelming as he slowly licks me, making me struggle not to moan as I hold onto the edge of the bath, trying to stay in control.
“Oh, that’s sexy...” Jorge leans over Mathew, resting his hard cock on his ass, as he stares at Mathew’s head between my legs. “This is a great view.”
Mathew’s moans vibrate against my skin and I slide my hand into his hair, keeping him in place. Yes!! That feels so good, especially when he rolls his pierced tongue over my clit.
Finding Mathew and Jorge in the bath, all hot and bothered, and then teasing them has turned me on so much... I’m nearing my limit.
Jorge’s pheromones change, something hot and spicy, the intensity overwhelming but good. He leans over Mathew, making him moan out again. “Move your head up a little.” I feel how Jorge slides his hand along Mathew’s jaw, touching my pussy, his fingers sliding into me just barely. “Perfect.”
Then, from the corner of my eyes, I notice that the tentacle toy is gone, moments before Jorge plunges it into my pussy. Sliding it into me deep, the little nubs on the side rubbing all the way up, sending sparks through my body. Fuck!
My head spins as I’m trying to make sense of the sensations, as my body is trying to catch up with all the pleasure coursing through me.
Mathew tightens his grip on my hips, making sure I can’t slide down, and starts to move his mouth and tongue over my clit in serious, at the same time as Jorge turns the toy on. The tentacle not only vibrates, but also twists and moves around inside me.
The double sensation is too much and I come, hard. Making me see stars as I grab hold of their shoulders, afraid I might lose my balance even though Mathew is holding me tight enough.
It’s so intense, so much. It feels so good.
“Oh, fuck...” Jorge’s voice is filled with awe. “That thing goes deep .” He pushes on the base of the toy, sending renewed sparks through my body, and I have no idea what he’s talking about until Mathew licks my lower belly, a rumbling moan against my skin.
“It goes all the way inside.” Mathew moans as he can’t stop staring, out of breath. Watching me get a belly bulge from being filled up all the way turns him on like little else does, apart from maybe getting filled up himself.
Fuuuuck.
The way he stares, his voice, the wisps of his pheromones, they all turn me on all over again. But I don’t want to come until Jorge is about to come too, and so is Mathew.
“It’s unfair if I’m the only one who’s so full.” I look up at Jorge as I push his hand away from the toy and hold it in place myself, slowly letting it slide in and out. Enough to keep me on edge, enough to keep the sparks through my body going, but not enough to make me come any time soon.
I want to see them. I want to see them lose their control. I want to see them give into their desires.
I want them.