29. Penelope
Chapter 29
Penelope
There’s something deep and almost primal about that groan, and I look at Tristan, trying to really see him.
He looks strained, and the bulge in his pants is even bigger now, like his clothes can barely contain it. It’s like he’s already close to the edge, ready to fall apart. He takes short, unsteady breaths, his composure starting to fray a little bit at the seams.
Dominic and Xavier follow my gaze, looking at their fellow Alpha—their packmate.
“You’re missing out,” Xavier says. “She feels so fucking good, you have no idea. It’s one of those things you just have to experience for yourself.”
“And she tastes fucking amazing,” Dominic chimes in. “Even better than she smells.”
Tristan’s nostrils flare, like he’s testing the air for my particular scent, and it seems like what Dominic said is hitting home for him.
Xavier chuckles, his perceptive eyes picking up on all of it. “Are you gonna help her or are you just going to stand over there and jerk off while we take care of her?”
I whimper softly, and all of them look back to me. Something like understanding passes through Xavier’s gaze, and I can tell he knows that the sound was in response to them talking about Tristan joining in.
I can’t deny I want it.
Xavier grins wickedly, glancing at Dominic. “She wants all of us, you know,” he says. “That’s why she called us. She wants us to help her while she’s in heat.”
“She wants us all to fuck her,” Dominic says shortly. “You saw how worked up she got when Xavier and I were passing her back and forth. She likes it. Don’t you?”
The last bit is directed at me, and I blink, trying to find my voice.
“Go on, shortcake,” Xavier says. “Tell Tristan how much you want him. I mean, I’m sure him watching and giving orders is nice and all, but you want more than that, don’t you?”
I lick my lips and swallow hard. “Y-yes,” I say. “I want it.”
“Tell him,” Dominic instructs. “Let him hear it.”
My eyes find Tristan’s. “I want you. I want you so much. Please?”
Through it all, Xavier and Dominic are still touching me. Dominic plays with my breasts, smearing his cum between them, and Xavier is still knotted inside me. Every time one of us shifts, his knot pulls at my entrance, making me clench down on it, reminding me how big it is and how full I am.
“What do you want?” Tristan asks.
I can’t even think of anything to say, other than the truth. I open my mouth, and maybe it’s the heat making me so honest, but it all comes spilling out of me.
“I’ve imagined how you would touch me,” I admit. “Rough, barely controlled.”
“Does that scare you?” he wants to know.
I shake my head. “You know it doesn’t. You told Xavier and Dominic I wanted it rough, and you’re right. I want it. I want to be manhandled. I want it to hurt a little—to know that you want me so much you can’t hold yourself back.”
Tristan growls low in his throat, each of my words affecting him. His cock twitches in his pants, and his hands clench at his sides while he drags in a breath through his nose.
I wait, holding my breath to see what he’ll do. “Please?” I add again, practically whimpering the sound.
“Fuck,” he hisses, and that seems to be the last of his control. It’s as if his restraint snaps with an almost audible sound, and he finally closes the gap between himself and the bed.
He strides over, shoving down his pants roughly. He takes off the rest of his clothes, unbuttoning his shirt and shrugging it off, letting me get my first good look at his body.
And what I see makes my eyes practically fall out of my head.
Xavier and Dominic have beautiful, wonderful cocks, but Tristan is fucking huge.
No, not just huge. Massive .
The other two are big, and I definitely have no complaints, especially with Xavier’s knot still buried in me, but Tristan is the kind of big that makes my stomach flip with both nerves and desire. He’s long and thick, and his cock juts out from his body, curving up toward his navel. I don’t even know if I’d be able to get my fingers to meet around it, and I bite my lip as I stare at it.
Tristan’s expression turns challenging as he reads the shock on my face. He looks like he’s already on the defensive, or like he’s preparing to be let down by me saying I don’t want him anymore or something.
But that couldn’t be further from the truth. I want him even more now.
“I don’t know if that’s going to fit inside me,” I admit. “But I want to try. I want to choke on your cock.”
With my heat still riding me, it’s easy to say stuff like that without being held back by embarrassment. My cheeks are still flushed, and my walls flutter around Xavier’s knot, illustrating just how turned on and needy for it I am.
Tristan lets out a breath, but he comes even closer to the bed.
Xavier’s knot goes down enough that his cock slips out of me, sending a rush of cum out to smear against my thighs. I barely notice though, locking in on Tristan’s cock and the way I want it.
I shift on the bed, reaching for him, and he meets me halfway.
His cock is hot and hard when I get it in my hand, but the skin is soft and warm. He has a thick vein that runs along the shaft to the head of him, and I follow it with the pad of my thumb, gratified to hear Tristan’s sharp intake of breath.
I can barely get my hand around it, and my fingers definitely don’t meet in the middle. My heart races at the reality of just how big he is, but it doesn’t put me off at all. I want him, and I want to do this.
I hold him steady and lower my head, dragging my tongue along the head of his cock. He’s already leaking precum, and I lap at it, letting the taste flood my senses.
“Fuck,” Tristan groans, his hips stuttering forward.
I look up at him through my lashes, amazed at the feelings playing out on his face. It’s a new thing with him, and I want to see more.
So I open my mouth wide and take as much of him as I can in.
And it’s not that much. The head and a few inches past that. My cheeks bulge out from the mouthful, but I moan around him at the way he tastes and the weight of his huge cock on my tongue.
Tristan echoes the sound, his fingers clenching again.
I bob my head, working the section of his cock I fit with everything I have. I let my tongue rub against him, and drool drips in messy strings from my mouth down his cock.
The sounds are filthy and wet, echoing around us as I slurp and suck his cock, and just that is enough to have my body aching all over again.
With Xavier’s cock no longer in me, I feel empty now, like I need to be filled or touched or something. I work my hand down between my legs, slipping and sliding through the mess of cum and slick to rub at my clit.
I mimic the motions Xavier made when he got me off most recently, and the way he told me touch myself to make myself come.
Considering how keyed up I am, it doesn’t take a practiced hand or any finesse really. Just the touch of my slippery fingers to that bundle of nerves is enough to have me moaning and grinding on my own hand.
“Penelope,” Tristan growls, and the sound goes right to my clit, making me clench around nothing. I keep working myself, chasing the bliss that’s starting to spread sticky sweet through my limbs.
Tristan breathes hard through his nose, and it’s obvious that he’s holding himself back. He’s trying not to hurt me, not to actually choke me on his cock.
But I look up at him with pleading eyes, not taking my mouth from around his cock to actually plead out loud.
He gets the message easily enough. Either that, or the very last shred of his control has finally been decimated. Whatever the reason, he grabs a handful of my hair in his hand and uses it as leverage to pull me back from his cock.
Disappointment crashes through me because I assume he’s done with this, done with me.
“Open,” he barks, and there’s no arguing with the order of an Alpha like this. Not that I would want to.
I open my mouth obediently, and he immediately shoves his cock back in. He hits the back of my throat, making me gag, but that doesn’t stop him. He gives me a half second to snatch a breath of hair and then presses his cock back between my lips and as deep as it will go.
His hips snap, sending another inch or so of that massive dick into my mouth, and I do choke on him. Something about it makes me wetter, and I whimper as much as I can, urging him on.
He sets a punishing pace, fucking my mouth with deep, almost brutal strokes. The head of his cock hits my throat again, but this time I’m more prepared for it, and I manage to relax enough that he can get past my gag reflex.
“Good,” he growls, fucking into my throat.
It’s rough and intense, drool and precum bubbling out of my mouth to spill down my chin with each press of his cock. Tears run down my face, and I’m sure I look a mess, but Tristan doesn’t stop or let up. The sound of him fucking my face is loud in the room, wet gagging noises that somehow just make me want to come undone even more.
I’m trembling as I work my clit, and my orgasm hits me like a freight train, leaving me screaming with muffled cries as I come again.
I can barely breathe, and my head spins from the lack of air, but it’s so good. It’s so fucking hot.
Tristan’s cock pulses in my mouth, spasming as he gets closer to following me over the edge. I have a split second to worry what will happen if he knots in my mouth, but he pulls out before that becomes an issue, ripping his cock out, leaving me gasping for air.
I’m shaking, somehow overstimulated and craving more at the same time. Tristan brushes my tears away with one hand, surprisingly gentle. I turn my face into his touch, greedy for it, and he leans down, warm lips kissing the tears from my cheeks.
His mouth travels lower, kissing my jaw, my throat, the hollow of my chest. I shiver at the sensation.
It sparks more need in me, and it’s amazing how this heat leaves me insatiable. Every time I think things have calmed down, that fire cranks itself back up, yearning for more.
“Fuck me.” The words fall from my lips without my input, but I don’t regret them. “Please, Tristan? Please.”
His nostrils flare and he lets out a ragged breath. “That’s what you want?”
I nod. “Yes.”
And that settles the matter, apparently. He presses against my chest and I go back down onto the bed on my back. Xavier and Dominic, who have been watching quietly this whole time, move to help. Xavier tugs me up the bed, so more of my weight is resting on it, and Dominic spreads my legs wider, giving them all a good view of how wet and sloppy I still am.
Tristan is still hard as a rock, and his cock looks even more intimidating like this. Flushed and throbbing, clearly as eager to be inside me as my body is to have him there. My heart pounds—half anticipation and half fear. I’ve never had anything as big as that inside me, and I don’t quite know how it’s going to work.
Tristan must understand because he strokes my hair back from my face and holds my gaze for a long moment. “You can do it,” he murmurs. “You took me in your mouth, and you can take me here too.” He rubs a hand over my pussy, almost possessively, making me melt a little as my body responds to his touch.
“Okay,” I whisper, my hips arching up a little.
“Good girl.”
He takes himself in hand and then guides his cock to my entrance, letting me feel the thick head of it. Even wet as I am with cum and arousal, it’s going to be a tight squeeze, and when he starts pressing himself inside, my breath catches.
It hurts a little, but the pain blends with the pleasure until it just becomes a heady cocktail of sensation. I feel drunk on it, craving more and turned on out of my fucking mind.
“Focus on me, angel,” he says, and the pet name gives him all of my attention instantly. “Good. Count the inches as they go into you. See just how much you can take.”
I swallow hard, nodding shakily. “O-one,” I breathe as the head of him sinks farther into me. Inch by inch he works his way in, and I keep count, my eyes going wider as the number climbs. By eight he’s still not all the way in, and I’m already writhing on the bed, wanting more than just this slow slide.
“Keep counting,” Tristan demands.
“Nine,” I nearly sob. “Ten.” There’s just a little more to go, and we call it eleven as he finally seats himself all the way inside me. “Oh my god. Oh my god, I can’t—” I can feel him everywhere, and when I look down, there’s a slight bulge in my stomach from just how big he is and how deep he’s buried.
“You can,” Tristan assures me. “You will.”
Then he moves. There’s nothing gentle about it. Dominic and Xavier hold my legs open, keeping me spread wide for him as he rams his cock in and out of me. Each thrust sends me farther up the bed, rocking it against the floor from the force of it. There’s a slap of skin on skin, his heavy balls brushing against my ass when he shoves himself in.
I can’t speak, can hardly breathe, and I just focus on holding myself together.
My body is at its limit, stretched to bursting around him, and it’s like he’s carving me open with each punishing stroke.
He bends himself over my body, breathing hard. “The way you smell right now, angel. The way you feel. You have no idea.”
I just whimper, reaching up to hold on to him as he keeps driving into me.
“Look,” he growls, his gaze moving down my body. “Look at how you’re stretched around me. At how well you’re taking me.”
I look down, and the sight of the pink lips of my pussy stretched so obscenely around his massive cock is almost enough to make me come right then and there. His cock keeps moving, glistening with the slick of my body, and the way it looks just makes me even wetter.
I’m losing myself in all of it. The sight, the sounds, the feelings. Tristan seems pretty far gone too, just focused on our bodies moving together. For all he’s been guarded up until now, he burns with intensity and heat as he fucks me.
All of it works together so well that when my orgasm hits me, it takes me completely by surprise. My mouth falls open in a scream, pleasure and heat roaring through me until I’m limp.
I clench around Tristan’s cock, and the feeling of it just makes the aftershocks of my orgasm even stronger.
Tristan curses hotly, shoves his cock in as deep as it can go, and I feel his knot start to swell.
“Oh my—” I run out of breath as the knot stretches my body even more, and Tristan starts to come, spilling inside me. He growls low and deep, and he just keeps coming.
It’s so messy, spurts of milky white spilling out of me because I’m so fucking full. The mess slips past before his knot can plug me up, and Tristan makes a noise of displeasure. He gathers all the cum that spilled out onto his fingers, not stopping until his knot is fully filled and he knows the rest is stuck in me until we can part.
He holds those sloppy fingers up to my mouth. “Here,” he says. “It’s all for you.”
I whimper softly and lap at his fingers, cleaning him up while waves of satisfaction finally calm me down. My body relaxes, the heat banked for now.