Chapter Fourteen #2
“Oh, fuck,” Sage’s voice echoed over the tiles of the combined kitchen and living area when he found us twenty minutes later, with my naked ass on the couch and Dexter kneeling between my legs.
Dexter’s pouty mouth was wrapped around my cock, sucking on it like it was the sweetest of lollipops.
Sage’s breathing was already ragged. “I don’t think I’ll ever get tired of seeing you two together. ”
I had flashbacks to only a few days earlier when he had found me in Dexter’s bed.
If only we had known then that we were destined to be together.
That I was his alpha as much as I was Dexter’s, and that they were each other’s omegas as much as they were both mine.
That morning could have been so much more enjoyable, and I wouldn’t have felt as though I was causing trouble.
(And I would have been able to act on my decadent thoughts of having a threesome with the two young men rather than feeling guilty for harboring the fantasies at all.)
“Nnnngh.” Removing one of my hands from Dexter’s bobbing blond locks, I curled my fingers in a ‘come hither’ motion. “Join us, beautiful. We were just —ah, yes— entertaining ourselves while we waited for you.”
Dexter hummed his agreement, the vibrations making my eyes roll back in my head. Weren’t we just talking about stamina not that long ago? If he kept going as he was, it would become apparent how woeful my stamina was where these two were concerned.
Sage chuckled and I heard his clothes hitting the tiles, the tink of his belt buckle meeting ceramic music to my ears. Cracking an eye open at the sound of his bare feet approaching the couch, I reached out to stroke his already hardening cock, grinning when he moaned and bucked into my dry fist.
“Are you getting wet for us, my beautiful omega?” I asked, adding a breathy “Oh, Gods” as Dexter groaned around my dick. He didn’t pull off, though, keeping up his slow rhythm up and down my length.
Fuck, but he was perfect.
And so was Sage. He bit his lip, then smiled coyly. “Find out for yourself, alpha.”
I didn’t need to be asked —or told, as it were— twice. Letting go of Dexter’s head entirely, I slid my now-free hand under Sage’s balls and between his parted legs, trailing his taint with my fingertips until I came to his slick entrance.
“Fuck,” I drew out the word lowly as I pressed two fingers at his rim, carefully smearing the natural lube around his hole before finally pushing inside.
His body practically sucked my digits inside, the warmth and tightness and slickness making my mouth water.
His cock jerked and dribbled precum in my other hand.
I smirked up at him, thrusting my fingers in and out of him, matching the pace of Dexter’s languid bobbing. “Does that feel good, beautiful?”
Sage’s jaw was already slack, his back bowed as he rocked forwards into more of my touch. He nodded, gazing down at me through hooded eyes which then flickered down to Dexter. “Holy shit,” he whimpered, closing his eyes, “this is too hot.”
“Ah, fuck,” I spat as Dexter chuckled around my cock, opening an eye and arching an eyebrow up at us.
He pulled off me to say, “We’re only just getting started, sweetheart,” before engulfing me and taking me to the back of his throat again in one swift motion.
Sage whined, attempting to rock his hips more frantically, but I shook my head and withdrew my fingers until I was barely dipping inside his hole.
“Uh-uh. You’re not in control here,” I crooned, focusing on tormenting him in the most delicious way.
By giving him all of my attention, I was less likely to blow my load down Dexter’s throat prematurely. Or, at least, that was what I hoped.
“S-sorry, alpha,” Sage murmured, but his hips still rolled forward and back in small increments. It was clear that he craved more.
He only whined louder in complaint when I pulled my fingers away entirely, the sound followed by a gratified moan when I wrapped my slick-covered hand around his cock, using his body’s own juices to slowly jerk him into a more heightened state of arousal. Being ambidextrous had its perks sometimes.
In fact…
“Sergi—oh. Oh my fucking…Nnnngh.” Sage bore down on the three fingers from my other hand as pleasure painted his pretty face. He didn’t seem to know whether to ride my digits or fuck into my slicked-up fist. “Serge. Serge. I’m gonna come.”
Dexter snorted around my cock again, making me go cross-eyed. The base tingled with what I was coming to learn was the sensation of my knot threatening to pop.
We couldn’t have that. Not yet. Not until I was buried deep inside one of my perfect mates after having already fucked the other into a boneless state.
That was my plan, assuming I could hold out enough to satisfy both of them.
“Dexter, dear-heart,” I murmured, trying not to fuck up into his talented mouth, “I think Sage’s legs might give out soon.” And if that didn’t happen, I might ruin it all by coming early. “Why don’t we let him take a seat in my lap?”
Dexter groaned again, then released my length with a wet ‘pop’.
“You have the most wonderful ideas, Serge,” he grinned, rising from his knees with a sinuous almost liquid kind of grace that I envied a little.
His long, though slender, erection bobbed in the air in front of me, teasing me with a pearl of precum balanced precariously on the purpling tip.
“You’re going to have to let Sage go if you want him on your cock, darling,” Dexter’s amused voice drew my eyes upwards, where his smirk matched his tone. “And then you can fight over which of you gets to suck me while Sage rides you.”
I loved that he wasn’t a shy, submissive omega. That he knew exactly what he wanted in the bedroom —or living room, as it happened— and that he wasn’t afraid to say it. His confidence and playfulness were sexy.
And, in contrast, Sage’s pliancy was equally hot. The way he let Dexter and I manhandle and maneuver him, trusting us to make the right choices for all three of us…it was thrilling!
Case in point: he whined in complaint as I withdrew my fingers and released his dick, but allowed Dexter to guide him around my spread thighs and, turning him to face away from me, down onto my waiting cock.
“Ohhhh,” I moaned as his slick, tight heat enveloped me. “Sage, beautiful, you feel so good.”
The words weren’t nearly enough to describe how perfectly he seemed to fit around me, his inner walls squeezing and milking my cock with his short, sharp bounces in my lap.
“Uh-huh,” he agreed, sounding dazed.
In front of us, Dex laughed softly, then stepped in closer, caressing his own balls lazily before moving his hand to grasp his shaft. “Open wide, baby,” he crooned at Sage, who bent forward and, judging by the way Dexter’s eyes fluttered shut, took our omega mate’s length deep into his throat.
Sage’s fiery red hair bobbed in front of me, his hips writhing to meet my short thrusts. He let out sounds of intense pleasure as Dexter and I fucked into him from either end, and my alpha preened at the sensation of slick dripping from Sage’s hole, dribbling down over my balls.
“Oh, yes, baby,” Dexter murmured, his thrusts becoming rougher, “more of that.”
I wasn’t quite sure what he meant until I leaned sideways, craning my neck to watch my lovers together.
Sage’s nose was pressed into the golden curls of Dexter’s pubic hair, his throat working to accommodate the other omega’s length while saliva trickled down his chin.
But it was the freckle-speckled hand deftly working three fingers in and out of Dexter’s ass that really caught my attention.
“Fuck that’s hot,” I told them, only for Sage to deliberately squeeze around me.
My hips stuttered. “Shit.” I slammed my eyes shut.
I was not ready to come yet. With an open palm, I swatted the creamy flesh of his ass —the only skin on his body which wasn’t heavily freckled— and demanded, “Don’t do that, beautiful.
Dexter and I are running the show right now. ”
He moaned, which I took as agreement, even though it seemed to make Dexter shudder.
“Good boy,” I praised. I was rewarded with another wave of slick.
Did I mention how perfect my omegas were?
Sage let out a muffled cry when I reached around and stroked him in time with my thrusts, drawing another loud moan from Dexter, whose own thrusts into Sage’s mouth were becoming more erratic.
“Are you going to come for us, beautiful?” I crooned between ragged breaths, determined to send him over the edge before I came myself, aware that I had to pull out.
I was conscious that he wasn’t on birth control, and that he had said he wanted to wait before I filled him with my babies, but I couldn’t deny how badly my alpha seemed to want to breed him.
But Sage was right. We needed to take some time before we committed to starting a family.
We should enjoy some time as a throuple first, getting to know each other properly, setting routines and expectations before adding any additional stresses and responsibilities to our lives.
Besides, he said he wanted to be bonded first, too, and that wasn’t something we were in a rush to do, either.
Especially not when I had to leave for a few weeks.
Stretching a newly created bond that far did not sound at all appealing.
But damned if the thought of him full and round and thoroughly, blatantly bred by my cock wasn’t an aphrodisiac.
“Mmm,” he moaned, deep and loud, his mouth still full. He repeated the noise every time my balls pressed up against his as I thrust all the way in. “Mmm. Mmm. Mmmmm.”
“Jesus fucking Christ,” Dexter growled out, and I glanced up to watch him squeeze his eyes shut, his face contorted with ecstasy. “If he’s not going to —ah, fuck— I am.” He inhaled sharply. “Sage, baby, your mouth…”
Between us, Sage whined, and I felt his ass clench around me again as sticky warmth spread over my hand. I gritted my teeth against the pleasure of him squeezing my dick and the extra slick I could feel practically oozing out of him as the tension in his body loosened.
Pulling out, I reached down to stroke my cock, watching as Dexter stilled, his fingers tightening in Sage’s hair, fiery red locks tangling and bunching under creamy skin. “Fuck, baby,” Dex ground out, his hips spasming, “fuck, fuck, fuck.”
“Oh. Oh, gods.” Watching him empty down our other mate’s throat did me in, making me explode over Sage’s lower back and pale, freckled ass.
He jolted a little as the first spurts hit, then moaned and writhed, making Dexter yelp and withdraw from his mouth.
“Well,” Dexter said, sounding a little wobbly and dazed, but also incredibly smug, “I’d say that was definitive proof that your stamina over the weekend was not a fluke, old man.”
Chest still heaving, Sage’s head swiveled between us. “Wha—?”
I chuckled and stroked his back. “Nothing, beautiful. Dexter just thinks he’s amusing.” I winked up at Dex. “But I am an old man, so I think we should shower and recuperate somewhere more comfortable than this couch.”