19. Maisie
maisie
I think I might be the horniest Omega on the planet, or maybe my avoidance of every single Omega instinct is catching up to me, because I needed this.
When Greer touches me, it’s like I don’t have to think, I don’t have to worry, and it’s really fucking nice to just let myself go.
My ass is slightly tender when he places me on the desk, but the sensation only has me acting more brazenly as I tug on his shirt.
I’m kind of obsessed with how fit both of these men are, and I want to soak up as much of their muscular bodies as I can.
Greer grabs it at the neck and tosses it off. He snatches the bottom of my sweater and pushes it to my neck, pulling the cups of my bra and taking one bud into his mouth.
Instead of leaning back on my elbows or flat on my back, I hold on to him as tightly as I can. He’s so warm and comforting and I just kind of want to crawl into the Alpha’s skin if I’m being honest. He tugs one of my boots off and attempts to get my tights off one of my legs.
Greer is frantic the moment he has access to my pussy, thrusting into me hard, nearly rocking the desk. He pants, a hard grip on my ass and the nape of my neck as he slips in and out of me.
“Knot me,” I mumble out.
He lets out a soft laugh and shakes his head. “Give me one good orgasm now and I’ll knot you all fucking night tonight against soft pillows.”
I moan, because soft pillows do actually sound way better than getting knotted against this hard desk.
Reluctantly, I let go of his biceps and he helps me lie back against the table. His gaze shifts from where he’s entering me, to my bouncing breasts, to my face.
With shaky fingers, I slide my hand between my legs. I’ve never touched myself in front of someone before and there’s a little bit of insecurity riding me, but when Greer looks at me like I’m the sexiest thing he’s ever seen it disappears.
“Play with that pussy for me,” he says, holding my thighs spread out wide.
I touch myself, my fingers are wet with slick as I rub my clit. His knot is teasing my entrance, and it has me on the verge of coming. I know the stretch would send me over the edge.
“You’re so fucking bonnie,” he says, his eyes completely affixed to where I’m touching myself. “You need more?”
I whimper, and one of his hands leaves my thigh.
I have to hook the leg around his waist for purchase.
He grabs himself, two fingers flat against his rigid length, as he slowly pushes them inside me.
The stretch of his cock and fingers, along with the strumming of my clit, send my body into sensory overload.
My back bows against the table as I reach my release. Greer moans and starts to buck against me harder, extending my release.
He grunts and I feel his warm release fill me. He pants for a long moment, slowly pulling out of me. His cum drips out of me at the same time and I have the wild thought that I kind of hate that. I wish we were knotted together and he was keeping it pressed inside.
Greer looks down at me softly, leaning down and pressing a kiss against my lips.
“Wait right here,” he says.
I do as he says, and glance to the side where his family portrait is staring at us.
I groan and flip it over, his sweet mother shouldn’t have to be present with what he just did to me.
The large Alpha comes back with a bottle of water and paper towels.
His dick is still out as he drenches the paper towel and starts with me first.
He was being honest that he gets pleasure in taking care of me. Who would have thought that I would enjoy being taken care of in return?
Greer has wiped me down to the best of his ability as he rights my bra and sweater. He then helps me stand, and winces.
“Shit. I ripped your tights,” he says.
I glance down and sure enough, there’s a massive snag on the inner thigh.
“No one will see it,” I assure him.
“I’ll get you a new pair,” he says, as he shimmies the black material up my thighs.
“You don’t—”
“Aye, I know I don’t have to. When I tell you I want to do something, Maisie, it’s because I want to. You don’t need to second guess my motives. If I say I want to do something, I mean it,” he says sternly.
What does it say about me that I feel wet all over again. He fixes my skirt and grabs my other boot, slipping it on my foot like Cinderella.
He wipes off his cock before tucking it away and putting his shirt back on, which is truly a shame, but the idea of anyone in the bar seeing what’s mine sends an intense sense of jealousy through me.
Mine?
I’m so totally fucked.
Greer kisses me again. “Okay?” he checks in.
“Yeah,” I say, patting down my hair.
Greer finds the clip in question, bundles my hair, and puts it back in the claw clip.
“Come on,” he says, leading me to an industrial sink in the storage area. We wash our hands and he tucks his loose hair behind his ear.
“I think I like you with your hair down too,” I whisper.
“Are you trying to have me drag you back to my office?” he asks and I smirk.
He lightly taps my butt and I bite my lip as he uses his chin to direct me down the stairs. “I’ll be down in a few minutes,” he says.
I clear my throat and do my best to act completely normal as I head down the stairs.
But of course it’s me and life loves fucking with me, because as I’m just about to hit the back hallway, Callum is turning the corner.
There’s something all over his apron that he’s taking off as he blinks up at me.
He’s quiet for a moment and then shakes his head.
“The fucking office, too?” he says as I slide against the wall and he heads upstairs.
My cheeks are flaming hot with embarrassment as I pat down my clothes and head back to the bar. Lain has a goofy grin on his face as I take my seat, and he leans into my space.
“Someone had a good time with Alpha daddy Greer, huh?” he asks as I’m mid sip and I nearly spit out my drink. Lain laughs and presses a kiss to my cheek before rubbing slightly against my face.
“Are you scent marking me?”
“Mmm. Yes. Just because you can’t smell it doesn’t mean everyone else in this bar can’t. You know, the only thing that would make you smell perfect right now?”
“What’s that?”
“If I could smell your sweet scent. At least I’m betting it’s sweet. Maybe you’re in the mood to give a poor man a hint?”
“Do you like being tortured, Lain?” I ask, spinning my stool to face him. My legs are now in between his as he sighs.
“Apparently more than I thought,” he says, his hand now resting on my thigh.
“If you had to guess, what do you think my scent would be?” I tease him.
“Something delicious for sure. Am I on the right track with sweet?”
“Yes,” I give him a quick answer.
“Dessert?”
I shrug my shoulders and Lain clicks his tongue. “A typical dessert?”
“Now you’re getting greedy with your questions.”
He pulls my chair even closer. No care in the world that people are likely looking at us, and I find I don’t really care either.
“I’ll figure it out one way or another, and I won’t stop pathetically begging to scent you.”
“After the weekend. I don’t want to go off my deodorizers for our weekend away, but when I get back,” I say softly. “My scent blockers will stop working at any point now, and it doesn’t seem fair that I’ll be able to scent the two of you and not return the favor.”
“If you’re not comfortable…”
“There’s no one else I’ve considered it with,” I tell him honestly.
He grins, leaning forward and pressing a kiss to my lips. At that point Greer has come back behind the bar and with his hair down.
“Mate, wasn’t your hair up a few moments ago?” Lain asks Greer.
“Maisie likes it down,” Greer says, pushing another beer over to Lain.
“What else does Maisie like?” Lain directs the next question to me and I give him a glare with no heat.
“You better behave yourself if you want to find out,” I tell Lain, and he motions that he’s zipping his lips shut.
The rest of the night at the tavern goes on, with me sadly not bent over any surfaces.
When we get back to their house, it’s a completely different story.
I spend the night between the two Alphas and one thing becomes evidently true; I love being between the two of them and I’m not sure if I’ll ever find anything that comes remotely close to what I have with the two of them.
Instead of thinking about it, I lose myself to the pleasure they give and hide away all my fears. That’s future Maisie’s problem, and I don’t envy her.