12. Tara
I could feel Jesse’s eyes on my face, sense the rising tension in the line of their hard body’s rigid muscles. It was difficult to focus, the thrumming demand of the heat clawing at my insides with desire so thick that my mind was devoid of nearly anything else.
My eyes squeezed shut as I tried to zero in on the ragged sounds of my own breathing and the quickly rising pleasure that threatened to haul me under the surface of yet another orgasm.
I couldn’t think about Charlie anymore.
I especially couldn’t think about the wet spot waiting for me in his lap.
That he needed me as badly as I craved him.
It felt a lot like those first few moments at the Omega’s Lust, me waiting on my knees for my alpha to slip his cock through the hole in the wall so I could taste his delicious, sweet as pie, cock.
The longer I continued to ride Jesse, the more my need continued to claw and scrape against my resolve.
I loved Jesse, of that I was absolutely positive. But if I didn’t act soon, if Charlie didn’t put his hands on me, I was going to explode.
“Jesse…” I whispered, panting as I tried to chase another orgasm against him.
His fingers moved against my clit roughly, trying to keep up with my disastrously high need for stimulation. But it wasn’t enough, another whine so close to the surface I could practically taste it. Like when you were about to cry and holding your breath to keep it in, it did nothing but give you a headache in the process.
The hollow ache in my center wanted, demanded. And as much as I wanted to avoid the issue, to pretend that Charlie’s scent alone would be enough. I needed more.
I needed to be fucked and knotted into dust by an alpha.
That alpha.
My fucking alpha.
Jesse’s emerald gaze was so kind, so pure, that it almost broke my resolve, almost made me tell them I was fine, everything was fine.
But, in fact, it wasn’t.
I needed my alpha.
I wanted him, too.
And I needed to grow up and own it.
“I… I need…” I started, stumbling over the words amongst soft gasps of pleasure.
Knowing what needed to be done and communicating it were two different things, my unwilling tongue refusing to allow the syllables to pass my trembling, sweaty lips.
My eyes trailed to Charlie, his dark gaze so heavy I could feel the weight of it like a physical touch where it rested along the side of my sweaty face.
Jesse’s gaze followed mine, the beta putting together my unspoken request with their jaw working in indecision.
I could understand why. As much as I wished I could make this go away, that first heat at Omega’s Lust was something I dreamt about… often. I’d been back since, but no one came close to him. Their scents too pungent. Their touches too rough and demanding.
Now that I had the opportunity to fuck him again, I couldn’t resist.
I heard about it… The way that it would feel with your alpha versus just some alpha chosen nearly at random. At first, I’d been able to pretend it was just the rose-colored glasses that came with having your virginity taken.
That it was nothing.
That whatever happened between me and that mystery alpha wasn’t anything special. A fluke. Misremembering the finer details of an otherwise entirely ordinary experience.
A one-time fascination turned into something more by my memory and hazy lust-filled heat hormones.
But now? The pull was undeniable.
I didn’t just want him.
“You need him,” Jesse finished for me, as though he’d read my mind.
The omega whine that left me was loud and needy, as if it was ripped from my throat without my consent.
Charlie stiffened in his chair, breathing through his nose sharply as his spine straightened, leaning forward to hang on the single word as it fell from my trembling lips like a prayer.
“Yes,” I breathed.
Jesse’s eyes moved to Charlie, but whatever unreadable silent conversation the two of them had were drowned by my gasped pleas for release.
“Don’t worry, sweet little omega,” Charlie murmured softly, slowly lifting himself from my computer chair with a creak of the leather to crawl onto my bed, his knee resting at the edge of the mattress so that the entire thing dipped with his weight, shifting Jesse’s cock inside me. “Spread your legs for me, babygirl.”
I panted softly, lifting myself from Jesse with herculean effort—only to be rewarded immediately by Charlie’s big hands pulling me towards him by my thighs, fingers biting against the pliable flesh hard enough to bruise.
“You have no idea how often I have fantasized about this,” Charlie murmured against my ear, his low voice shaking my very foundation.
“Charlie, please,” I pleaded. A whimpering mess of an omega wasn’t something I’d usually classify myself as, but right now you could throw my photo down next to the definition in the dictionary.
And now there was no muzzle between us—nothing keeping me from him, I couldn’t help but take my opportunity, turning around to jump on him, wrapping my thighs around his middle to pull the alpha close. Buttery blueberry invaded my senses, but it was slightly different. Before it was lighter, fresher, but now, it was almost syrupy and thick, decadent to the highest degree.
My fingers twined into the hem of his shirt, drawing him in and landing a harsh kiss to his lips. His compliance was almost second nature as his hands caught under my thighs and held me close, my slick core grinding against his clothed cock, rigid in his pants.
A mix of my slick and Jesse’s cum ran down my thighs, making me shift ever so slightly. I’m sure it was all over his pants, but he didn’t seem to care. Our lips met first and then tongues tangled in a clash of tastes full of untethered desire we’d both been holding onto for a year.
When I finally pulled away I was breathless, all but humping Charlie’s middle, craving some— any —friction.
It gave me a moment to realize Jesse was slowly moving off the bed.
I released Charlie and turned to them. “Where are you going?”
They looked between us, that uncertainty in their gaze unmistakable. “I wanted to give you some space.” His words were clipped in a way I didn’t like, in a way so unlike him.
It felt a lot like rejection, the sensation creating a hollow pit inside of my stomach.
“Please don’t,” I said, and I meant it. The prickling sensation of tears threatened behind my eyes. “I need you too.”
Their gaze softened, if only a fraction. “Okay.”
“Why don’t you lay in his lap babygirl,” Charlie said, pulling back to reveal those stupidly hard abs I wanted to run my tongue over.
Fuck, did he get hotter over the last year?
It was possible. Surely so, more time in the gym, more time… I don’t know… eating whatever alphas ate.
With the thought of me being next on the menu spurring me on, I nodded and we adjusted, Jesse’s back against the headboard with his thighs spread and my head cushioned against them. Charlie crawled up the bed, looking more like a predator than a person until he found his place between my legs.
“Last chance to change your mind,” he whispered, more to himself or to Jesse than to me, since I was already trying to force him to touch me.
“If you don’t make me come this instant I’m going to die,” I whined, my fingers knotted into his hair trying to force him towards my straining hips.
Charlie gave in, falling forward to bury his tongue into me with little finesse, not that it mattered. The knowledge alone that my alpha was touching me, had finally returned to me, was enough.
He prodded his way into my core, slurping and sucking and lapping at my cum-filled center, groaning as he ate through Jesse’s softly lemony release and beyond, devouring my own cherry and lime slick like he’d been starving for it.
My hips kicked into motion, grinding against his tongue and face as the edge threatened me quicker than anticipated.
Maybe it was Charlie’s scent in my nose, stronger every second that he pleasured me, spearing me on his tongue before moving to loop around my clit in decadently slow circles that had my thighs quivering under his strong hands.
The noises that left me would’ve been worth their weight in gold on SLCK’d, the nameless, faceless masses of my viewership donating hundreds as I wailed for Charlie, Charlie, Charlie.
My alpha.
The one I’d been waiting for all this time.
Who’s lips I’d never gotten to touch. Who I’d fantasized and dreamed about ever since.
“I’m going to come.” It was half a plea not to stop and half a warning, a familiar rushing sensation pulling to the surface thanks to my heat and my alpha.
There was no hesitation as he doubled down, his movements staying the same, but getting more intense with the addition of even more pressure.
My body clenched around nothing as another flood of slick left me, probably bringing more of Jesse’s cum with it. But that seemed to only make Charlie want it more—he never stopped, just kept tonguing me until one orgasm rolled into the next.
My grip came up and tightened around Jesse’s forearms, squeezing tight enough to leave a mark. But when I glanced up he didn’t seem to mind, wholly focused on watching Charlie bring me over the precipice hard enough that I saw stars.
Finally, once I’d managed to return to earth and Charlie considered me properly cleaned, he sat up, flipping his hair out of his face and wiping his lips with the swipe of his forearm.
A slight gasp from above pulled my attention back to Jesse, their cock stirring beside me as they stared at Charlie in a way that was more appreciative than I cared for.
The thought made me pause.
I should want Jesse to look at Charlie like that. If they did, my job of convincing my boyfriend to make this more than a one-heat thing would be much easier, but it seemed my hormone-riddled brain had zero room for logic.
There was only one thought rattling around the inside of my head like a pong ball: that alpha was mine .
Before I could react to it, the hissing sound of Charlie’s zipper coming down caught my attention. He freed his massive cock, making my mouth water as his jeans and underwear quickly found a place balled up on the rug.
“Condom?” he half croaked out, shaking Jesse from his trance.
My boyfriend leaned over to the bedside table to produce the little packet, and I genuinely wondered if it would pop solely due to the difference in the sizes of my partners.
Charlie didn’t waste time, ripping the condom open and rolling it onto his cock while Jesse toyed with my nipples, leaning close to suck at the side of my neck.
“You want that big, stupid alpha’s knot, sweetness?” they asked, tugging my earlobe with their teeth sharply. “Need a big man to fuck you and fill you? Breed you until you’re so stuffed with cum you’re leaking around his knot?”
I panted, loving this newer, more vindictive side of the careful, mild beta I’d come to adore.
“Yes, please,” I half-whispered, half-moaned.
Charlie stroked his cock, his large purplish knot already beginning to swell as he lined himself up with my overly slick entrance.
“Beg for me,” he murmured, a little awkwardly, like the words weren’t quite what he wanted to say. He rubbed the head of his cock over my clit, making me jerk and gasp, the crushing need to have something filling me making tears prick at my eyes.
“Alpha, I need you. I need you so bad. Please, fuck me. Please don’t make me wait.”
Whether by his own eagerness or because I was pathetic enough for him while Jesse twisted my nipple hard, making me cry out, Charlie pushed inside of me without any lead up, his big hand clenching my hip as he fucked into my body like it was an inanimate object.
I fucking loved it.
Jesse hadn’t stopped either, his delicate hands continuing to play with my nipples, rolling the bars I had on either side just the way I liked.
“Jesse… Charlie…” their names fell from my lips like a prayer. I needed them both but for such different reasons.
“That’s it, sweetie pie,” Jesse cooed. “Take that big alpha cock like a good girl.”
I moaned loudly, unable to form real words. But there was still a tiny voice in the back of my head that clung to the ‘big’ in that sentence. It was just a fact—Charlie’s cock was massive. But the desire I picked up dripping from that word had me feeling… protective.
Charlie’s hand came up and around my chin, grabbing both of my cheeks and holding my gaze. “God, you look so good taking my cock. Even better sat in the lap of your beta. He looks like he could use your help, babygirl.”
Charlie talking about Jesse had irritation boiling in my blood.
Why the fuck was the stupid alpha talking about my beta while he was fucking me?
But the thought was fleeting, and he was right. Jesse’s cock was hard and weeping again, ready for another round of attention. I turned my face to their length and took it in my mouth as far as I could. Our combined tastes on his cock made me whimper with delight, his slightly lemony taste mixing with mine was always like an icee pop on a warm day.
They grabbed my hair, scooping it out of my face like they usually did, but instead of simply keeping it out of my face, this time they were more demanding, using the leverage to fuck my mouth.
Charlie fucked me hard, his hand joining Jesse’s on the back of my head to force me down the beta’s cock with a loud moan.
God, I loved being treated roughly.
They forced me to bob along Jesse, taking Charlie’s punishing thrusts with little whimpers and gasps, drool pooling at the corners of my mouth and slipping beyond my lips as the two of them continued in their push and pull.
“More,” Charlie urged quietly, whether to me or Jesse I had no idea, little more than along for the ride as they used my body, fulfilling every needy want as it surfaced.
Jesse exploded along my tongue as Charlie’s soft grunts dampened, his hand slackening slightly as my alpha shuddered, pace stuttering inside of me. The release was enough for me to pull back, finding the pair of them locked in a passionate kiss overtop of me.
Red.
White hot, boiling anger and hurt rocked through me.
That was my fucking alpha, and my fucking beta while I was at it.
What business did the two of them have cutting me out of my own heat?
None, and I was going to prove it.
Prove that they belonged to me .
I turned my face, jerking forward and out of their lax grips as their tongues danced, sinking my teeth hard into the first bit of Charlie I could reach, his shoulder.
That’d show them.