Chapter 9 At the Rosebud Club #3
We all groaned in unison.
The music pulsed in my temples. I rubbed my cock on the back of Lothair’s hand while he humped mine.
It was ridiculously unsatisfying.
And I’d never been so horny in my life.
He’s a client. I could lose my job over this.
The weak voice of my conscience was drowned out by Zach’s moans and smothered by the distinct scent of Lothair’s arousal. It was different from any other alpha’s stink. Hot spice, smoke, freshly roasted coffee. And something uniquely dragon-like.
His pupils were huge in his purple eyes, and his lips were parted. He stared at me with fierce focus—the same expression he usually wore when he was readying to jump off a cliff or revving the engine of a motorcycle.
Over Zach’s shoulder, he suddenly seemed closer. So close, I could feel his breath on my lips.
“Come,” Zach blurted. “Let’s go.”
My fingers were wet from his slick.
He strode to the door, holding mine and Lothair’s hands. We passed a few doors until Zach let go of my hand and fished a key card from some hidden pocket in his left boot.
He swiped it and dragged us inside. He smacked at the switch, and the room filled with dim, yellow light. Then he paused by the bed, which was leather, with no sheets. On a bedside table lay a few folded covers. Zach shook one out and cast it over the leather mattress.
Right. People took turns fucking in here, and this was easier than changing sheets. I should be disgusted. I wasn’t.
“A little help?”
Lothair was spurred into action, helping Zach cover the bed.
Then Zach glanced at me.
“Careful. He’s about to bolt.”
Who?
Then I realized he was talking about me.
Lothair turned and approached me slowly, not taking his eyes off my face. He fingered the lapels of my suit jacket then gently tugged it off my shoulders.
My hands were shaking.
Zach appeared behind me, pulling my shirt out of my pants.
Lothair undid my bowtie, unbuttoned my shirt, and opened the buckle on my belt.
I did nothing to stop him.
Breathing in the scent of his desire, I couldn’t think. I wasn’t taking part in what was happening to me. I could only witness it.
They sat me on the bed. My shirt was loose, and my underwear was damp with precum.
Zach was naked. “Get me ready. I want both of you.”
Both of us? Did he mean…
Lothair didn’t ask for clarifications. He lifted Zach by his ass, spreading his crease wide, and shoved it right into my face.
A rosy pucker, smelling like sin, an inch from my face. Lothair’s hands, fingers digging into pale flesh… Zach must have pushed because his hole opened, like lips parting for a kiss.
Before I could formulate a thought, I was in, my hands covering Lothair’s.
Unseeing, I licked into the silky warmth, the taste of horny ass exploding onto my tongue.
Zach clung to Lothair, moaning wildly, while I sucked on his pucker and tongue-fucked his leaking hole.
“Get your cock out,” Lothair told me.
Tugging my underwear under my balls, I stroked myself. I was more than ready. I was throbbing.
I held my dick at the base while Lothair lowered Zach onto it.
With a cry, Zach sank down, taking me to the hilt.
“Oh yeah,” he muttered, “that’s the good stuff.”
He sat in my lap, his back to my chest, and I lifted him up and down, using him like a damned fleshlight.
Lothair knelt in front of us and pressed my knees wider apart.
His hands covered mine on Zach’s hips, and he pushed down, impaling Zach to the root. He must have been looking at the place we were joined, where Zach’s rim slid up and down my dick.
Then he lowered his head.
I shouted.
His wet, hot mouth was on my balls.
I gripped his hair, and maybe what I’d wanted to do had been to push him away. Instead, I held him there.
“Suck them,” I barked.
Zach writhed on my cock, and Lothair, Lothair sucked my balls, alternating sides. He laved them with his tongue and mouthed them as they pulled up close to my body.
The climax exploded from my balls and spilled into my lower body. My cum rushed up my dick.
I panted, still hard, still horny. Lothair emerged from between my legs and wiped his spit-slick lips with the back of his hand.
“Felt them throb when you came,” he said.
I saw the dragon in him, his irises glowing.
And I wanted him. Not the gorgeous omega squirming on my dick, not any of the nubile boys in this club. I wanted Lothair, the entire insufferable six and a half feet of him. In any way I could get him.
“Zach, you sure?” I rasped, eyes locked with Lothair.
What the fuck am I doing?
“Fuck, yes! I could almost take your fist, remember?”
Lothair arched his eyebrows, a wolfish grin stretching his reddened lips.
He dragged his briefs down and lined up with Zach’s rim.
“Fist, huh? Have you been busy on Sundays, Terrance?”
“Shut up and put your dick in there.” I had no patience for his teasing. I wanted to feel him. I needed it.
His firm cockhead brushed the base of my erection, and I let out a needy moan.
Zach lifted a little, and Lothair pushed two fingers into his hole alongside my cock.
“Yeah, you can take it. Such a nice, soft hole.”
He caressed the underside of my cock as he pulled his finger out.
“Such a fat, hard dick,” he said. Then he bit his lower lip and, holding my gaze, he began working himself inside.
I held my breath. I’d already come, but with the overwhelming pressure on the underside of my cock, exactly where my dormant knot sat, I could blow again in seconds.
Zach’s rim gave way, and Lothair slid inside.
His cock glided through my cum, stroking me, caressing me…
A guttural moan spilled out of my mouth as I threw my head back.
I’d never felt anything like it.
Lothair’s hard cock rubbing mine in the confines of Zach’s hot, slippery flesh was the epitome of pleasure.
Zach’s cries carried, high-pitched, and Lothair and I grunted and groaned. The leather bed creaked.
Zach came after only a few thrusts. His hole spasmed around us, dousing our dicks with a bucketload of fresh slick. It soaked my balls.
Lothair gripped the back of my neck and thrust harder. His face scrunched up as if in pain, then it smoothed out. His eyes fell shut, and his lips formed a perfect O. An ideal shape for a filthy kiss.
I felt his cum flooding Zach’s insides and coating my exposed cockhead. My dick jerked against his.
He paused deep inside, shuddered… and opened his eyes.
A deep exhale.
His irises looked like an evening sky during a storm.
“Get up,” he ordered.
We stood, lifting Zach, impaled on our dicks.
“Together, c’mon.”
We moved in sync, thrusting up, and Zach gasped. His hole made loud squelching noises as our cocks shuttled in and out.
He came again. And again.
I was close to my second peak, and then something occurred to me. A flash of an image…of Lothair on his back, under me.
I pulled out.
“On the bed. Lie down.”
He settled on his back with Zach in his lap. Zach glanced around dazedly, his movements slow and confused, and he whimpered. When we put him back on Lothair’s dick, facing him, he came to life and began riding Lothair furiously.
“Fuck, yeah. I want more cum. Give it to me.”
Lothair wrapped his arms around him and held him still as I knee-walked across the bed. Zach squirmed, whimpering.
“More,” he pleaded. “Need to move.”
“Shh, you’ll get more. You’ll get all of it.”
I pulled on Zach’s stretched rim, creating a crescent of space above Lothair’s thick erection. I squeezed my cockhead in there and slid deeper, alongside Lothair’s hot cock.
Zach let out a guttural groan, deep for such a small omega.
I began to fuck. It was a tight fit, Zach’s body fighting back, but Lothair held him in place so I could push through the resistance.
We were almost to the hilt, as deep as we could be in this position. Lothair thrust up in sync with me.
“I’m coming!” Zach screamed.
And Lothair grinned up at me, gleeful like he’d won the lottery.
Without saying anything, we edged each other and waited each other out. I read Lothair’s body, and he read mine, and somehow, we knew exactly what the other wanted.
We let the tension build while Zach kept coming between us in waves, his hole softening more and more until there was barely any resistance as we pumped in and out. He lay over Lothair like a wet rag, his insides shivering. He seemed delirious, babbling nonsense when he could catch a breath.
“I’m so fucked out. Give me your knot, alpha. Breed my womb. Yeah, breed me. Coming! Fuuuuck. Aaaah. Yeah. Yeah… Gonna suck your cum with my womb. Make me come. Again. Again!”
He was out of it.
I sped up, and Lothair met my thrusts. Raw strength pulsed in my muscles.
This time, we came at the same time. His cum and mine blended, our cocks throbbed together, and our balls pressed against each other. He shuddered with aftershocks, and my dick was so sensitized, I felt every inch of his throbbing length, all the way to the tip.
We stayed sheathed, unmoving, our panting breaths and the muted thumping of music from downstairs the only sounds left in the world.
Zach was passed out between us.
Exhaling deeply, I braced myself over them, my hands by Lothair’s shoulders. He lifted one hand and brushed my sweaty hair from my forehead.
I didn’t say or do anything. I gazed at his face, waiting for the smug smirk to appear. It didn’t.
He smiled with tenderness as his fingers traveled down the side of my face.