10. Jorge
10
Jorge
Oh, fuck. Vera is going to be the death of me. She looks all cute and adorable, but she’s got a very dirty mind and she’s got no problem making us fulfil all those sexy fantasies of hers.
She looks almost obscene, her legs spread open, her fingers pushing the deep purple and pink tentacle toy in and out of her pussy, a dark flush over her skin. I want to pull that toy out of her and ram my cock all the way inside.
But there’s another Omega between us, and watching Mathew squirm and try to not come as he’s caught between us is even better. Vera has made it clear that’s exactly what she plans to happen next.
I slide my hand over Mathew’s ass. I was just inside him, so he’ll easily be able to take me again. “We can’t disappoint our lovely Omega.” I slowly move my cock between Mathew’s ass cheeks and he moans and rolls his hips every time I do. Then I put pressure behind it and slowly slide inside him.
He’s so warm and tight, and he grips me every time I move, like he’s trying to make sure I don’t pull out, like he needs me even deeper. I slowly rock us back and forth, the water splashing around us, and the pleasure on Mathew’s face, the mixture of pheromones from both Omegas and their ragged breaths are almost enough to make me lose control.
Fucking hell...
When I’m almost all the way in, I wrap an arm around Mathew’s chest and pull him up against me as I push the last of the way in. I can’t help my moan and I feel Mathew’s moan vibrating in his chest. Fuck. He’s so turned on that his pheromones are flaring stronger than normal.
He smells so fucking good...
Vera’s pheromones spike too, filled with desire, and when I glance at her, she’s staring at Mathew’s belly. I’m so deep inside him that it’s forming a little bulge, just like she had from the tentacle toy.
Mathew reaches down, pushing on it and I can feel the pressure against my cock, making me try to hide my moan against his shoulder.
I have no idea what it is, but it’s so fucking sexy. Knowing that I’m so deep inside him that you can see it from the outside.
I slide out a little and then ram back in, making the bulge disappear and then reappear. Mathew whines with need as he grabs onto my arm with one hand, holding me in place, as he wraps his other hand around the base of his dick, trying not to come.
Fuck. My Omegas are so sexy. And so needy.
And I’ve got them all to myself.
“Your clit looks lonely.” I meet Vera’s eyes and she grins, sliding her hand over, touching herself, but I reach out and swat her away. “No touching yourself. That’s Mathew’s responsibility right now.” I let his chest go and push on his shoulders so he’ll bend over.
He wraps his arms around Vera’s hips, keeping both of them in place, and kisses her lower belly, letting out a low moan, his face the picture of pure bliss. “I love you so much.” He trails his kisses lower and lower and I catch the surprise in Vera’s eyes, just like I’m sure is visible on my face.
Mathew just told Vera he loves her, and I have no idea if he even realised it, if he’s not way too spaced out to realise what he just said.
But, before the mood can change, I roll my hips, enough to slide in and out of Mathew, but not enough to make him crash into Vera too much. Our moans and pheromones start to mingle more and more and I feel like the luckiest Alpha in the world with two of these sexy and kinky Omegas at my side. No day is ever boring with them around.
As I feel my orgasm come closer and closer, I wrap my hand around Mathew’s dick. When I do, he tightens around me, making me involuntarily push into him faster.
Fucking hell, this feels so damn good .
I watch Vera get lost in sensations, her delicious honey pheromones filled with deep pleasure, as the tentacle toy moves inside her and Mathew plays with her clit. The deepening flush on her skin and her ragged breathing means she’s very close to coming again.
Mathew doesn’t seem to be far behind her, if his pheromones and the way he’s moving erratically are anything to go by. I kiss his shoulder, on the wisteria tattoo that wraps around his chest to the back. I love how his body gets all tight and tense when he’s close to coming. Like he’s holding on as long as possible, until he can’t anymore.
My hips start moving on their own, rutting inside him, so close to coming that I don’t even want to slow down anymore. This feels good. This feels so fucking good.
Vera is the first to come, her moans and wave of pheromones setting my orgasm off too. I hold onto Mathew’s hip with one hand tightly as I try to remember to keep moving my other hand over his dick.
I come, coating his insides, emptying my balls so fast that’s almost painful, but not quite. My mind going blank for a moment as the pleasure gets too much.
So good.
Then, Mathew comes too, his spunk shooting over my hand and into the bath. The way his ass tightens around me, like he’s trying to milk me dry, sets me off again, my body trying to comply.
Oh, fuck. He’s going to wring me dry, and I’d die the happiest Alpha alive.
I wrap my arms around Mathew, pulling him onto my lap, making him moan and tighten around me, which makes me moan out too. He leans back against me, his breathing hard and fast, a soft smile on his lips.
I love holding him after he’s come, the way he fully relaxes into me, so trusting, like he feels truly safe. It always does something to me, watching the infamously ruthless head of a criminal organisation show this vulnerable side of him, just to me. I love it.
Vera puts the tentacle toy on the side of the bath and slides into the water, pushing up against Mathew from the front, kissing his chest, a soft moan escaping his lips. “I think we fried his brain.” She smiles and then comes up so she can kiss me. “But at least he looks happy now.”
“I feel very happy too.” I reach around Mathew and slide my arm around Vera’s waist. “With you two, I’m always happy.”
“Me too.” She grins, then she shivers. “Can we put more hot water in? I don’t think I can get out to take a shower. My legs feel like jelly.”
“Of course.” I tap at the panel at the side of the bath, telling it to replace some of the cold water with warm. Then I carefully lift Mathew off my lap, so I can slip out of him and he lets out an unhappy sound when I do so.
“Just a few more minutes.” He pretend-pouts, his gaze soft. “I like having you inside me.”
I kiss his shoulder, fighting myself not to give into his needy demand, or we’re never getting out of here again. “I’m sure we can find you a toy to fill you up if you feel empty. But I’d like to wash up. Which means getting the shampoo and other things, and I don’t think either of you can walk to the shower right now.”
“Probably not.” He pulls Vera into his lap and nuzzles the side of her head, his eyes slowly sliding shut. “I’ll just stay here with my cute Omega.” He’s about to fall asleep, which means we should get out of the bath, or he’ll try to sleep in it and I don’t think that’s the best idea.
I laugh, running my fingers over his cheek, before taking Vera’s hand and kissing her knuckles, she doesn’t seem much more awake than Mathew does. “I’ll be right back.” I climb out of the bath, quickly washing myself under the shower, before I take the shampoo and other things to the Omegas in the bath.
“Let’s start from the top, so your lower bits get a bit of rest.” I pour shampoo into my hand and reach out to Mathew, who’s looking at me with a mixture of surprise and mock-outrage.
“I think your ‘top’ needs some rest. You’re spouting nonsense.”
Kneeling onto the fluffy bath mat, I start rubbing shampoo into his hair, ignoring his comment, because he might very well be right. My heart is filled with love and joy, spending time with Vera and Mathew makes me feel happy and content like nothing else ever does. Like I belong. Like this is my place in the world.
Then I remember what Mathew said earlier, that he loves Vera. It might have been a momentary impulse, but the way he said it felt real, felt like it came from a place of truth.
I know that I love them, Mathew and Vera both, but to tell them that so openly... That’s a hurdle I’m not brave enough to cross yet. I know how I feel about them, I know that we’re all part of the same pack and that we’ll always be together.
But to tell them that I love them still feels a little scary.
“Earth to Jorge.” Mathew laughs as he slaps my hands away and starts to clean his hair himself. “Please don’t fall asleep with your eyes open. It’s scary.”
I laugh as I splash water at him. “You mean like you do?”
I don’t have to tell them yet. We’ve got more than enough time. More than enough time to find the right moment.
If I don’t accidentally blurt it out impulsively, like Mathew just did...
There’s no rush.
We’ve got all the time in the world.