52. Simon
Chapter fifty-two
Jordan's body moves gracefully from kneeling in front of me to being pressed against the bottom of the nest, her ass high in the air and her arms stretched forward.
Her cunt drips with slick, and her creamy peach pheromones fill the room as I admire the swollen, pink flesh on display for me.
"Alpha," she whines, wiggling her ass at me. "Please."
I drag two fingers from her clit to her entrance, slipping them inside her heat easily with how ready she is for me. Sucking them into my mouth, I savor her unique flavor before gripping the base of my cock and dragging my head up and down her slit.
Jordan's breaths come out in sharp bursts as I tease her before inching inside her, torturously slow.
"Fuck," she hisses. "Fuck, Alpha."
I bottom out in her, my eyes rolling back as I snap my hips back and thrust into her roughly. "You were so ready for me, weren't you peaches?" She whines, an unintelligible answer as she arches her back even more. Her smooth, lightly freckled skin begs for my mark, and my hand smacks hard on her ass to color it pink.
As I continue my punishing pace, she gets louder, her knees quivering as I rut into her. I'm gripping her hips so tightly I can see the skin beneath them going white, and she's loving it, pushing herself backward into me at a steady pace as her fingers hold onto the sheets beneath her for dear life.
My hands move to the small of her back as I brace a leg beside her, fucking her sideways so I can better hit that sweet spot with my piercing. She bucks beneath me, and I wrap her hair in one hand, pulling her head up to expose her throat.
"When you go into heat properly, peaches, I'm not going to wait to sink my teeth into your pretty little neck. Everyone is going to see my claim on you." I slow my movements and lean forward, ghosting my lips over her ear. "I can't wait to see you wearing nothing but this pack's bites and cum."
I bury myself deep in her, and she screams, tightening around me as her orgasm rips through her body. I keep moving, nearly losing myself in how she flutters and clenches around me, but I know she's not nearly done yet. Her skin is still hot under my hands, and I'm not going to embarrass myself by knotting her before giving her a few more orgasms to help satisfy this heat flare.
The door to the nest opens loudly, attracting my attention. I jerk my head up and am shocked to see Rafe standing there, wearing nothing but a pair of black linen pants, his arms crossed over his built chest. He licks his lips as we lock eyes over Jordan's body.
I can't tell if the lust pouring off him in waves is for Jordan or me.
She spots him and whines, reaching out with little grabby hands to get him to come in. He chuckles darkly as he moves slowly towards us before dropping beside Jordan's head, which is plastered on the mattress.
"Hey, Jordy," he says softly. "Are you enjoying yourself with Simon?" She whines, nodding against the linens as he strokes her face. "He is really good at it, huh? That thick cock of his stretching you so good?"
My pace stutters momentarily, and I look away, a flush no doubt apparent on my face.
"I'm going to help him out. How does that sound?" Rafe's voice is thick with promise, and Jordan nods rapidly, incoherently babbling affirmations. He kisses her softly, so fucking softly, before dropping to his back and pushing her body to make room to wedge himself under her in the tight space between her body and the mattress.
I can tell the moment his tongue hits her clit because she tightens around me, and I swear quietly at the increased pressure. He licks and slurps at her, the sound obscene when combined with the slapping of my flesh against Jordan's.
There is no telling how long we work our girl over, wrenching pleasure out of her together like we've done this a million times. When she explodes on Rafe's tongue, I stutter, my cock slipping out when she throws herself forward onto the nest.
Before I can sheathe myself in her again, I shudder at the unmistakable sensation of a tongue dragging across my head before flicking my ring.
My breath catches in my throat, and I yank backward, looking down at Rafe's face, a smug grin of satisfaction stretching across it. He slides two fingers into Jordan as she rests splayed on top of him, gently massaging inside her. Without breaking eye contact, he licks me again.
My control snaps.
His throat is in my hand before I can blink, my fingers wrapping up around his jaw to pry his mouth open as I lord over him. "You're a fucking tease, Rafe. I thought I could hold back, but you're determined to break through my walls, aren't you?" I spit in his open mouth before tapping him roughly on the cheek. "Double tap if you need me to stop," I growl. "Because this will not be gentle."
"That's what I was hoping you'd say." His words are slurred with arousal, but I'm not in the mood to talk right now. We did plenty of it in the hospital. I pull Jordan up higher on her knees, pushing her to drape her body over his. I position my body over Rafe's face before burying my face in Jordan's cunt and driving my cock into Rafe's throat.
He gags and sputters around me, but he doesn't tap out, instead keeping his fingers inside Jordan as I lick and suck around them. She peers behind her, and I can tell the moment she realizes just where my cock went because she moans loudly and slick coats my face.
Rafe swallows around my cock. His head tilts back against the mattress, and his throat massages my length as I whip my hips brutally into his mouth.
We didn't fuck that many times, but when we did, Rafe and I traded off on who topped. But this, right here? Me using his face with the taste of our girl on my tongue?
This feels right.
I wonder if he came here tonight with this as his goal or if this is a lucky bonus.
Jordan adjusts herself to take Rafe's swollen, dripping dick in her mouth, and we become this awkward mess of people trying to please one another all at once. It's not a comfortable or intuitive position, but we are so gone to pleasure and stimulation that we hardly notice.
The moment my mouth and Rafe's fingers become not enough for Jordan is evident because she growls and rolls off of us, laying on her back and spreading her legs, planting her feet on the soft surface of the nest. She inches her feet farther apart, her glistening cunt on display, before she plunges three fingers inside herself. A growl rattles in my chest, and I yank my cock from Rafe's hot mouth before balancing myself over my whimpering Omega.
"Are you ready for my knot, Omega?" My voice is rougher than usual, the feral Alpha within me teetering on the edge of a rut.
She reaches forward, clawing at my arms as she tries to pull me on top of her. "Please, Alpha, please. I need it."
"I'll never make you beg, Jordan," I whisper as I push myself inside of her.
Between the two of them, I'm wound so tightly that I'm close to exploding, tingling running up my spine and tightening my balls as I piston into her. Out of the corner of my eye, I see Rafe fisting his cock lazily as he watches us. I struggle to look away from the way his hand wraps around his swollen tip with every pass. Jordan squeezes me with her thighs, and I groan, pinching her clit.
As she twitches and thrashes underneath me, the sounds of her pleasure and release echo around the room. When my eyes meet Rafe's, he grins wickedly and mouths, "Come," and fucking help me, I do. I explode, emptying myself within Jordan and locking her on my swelling knot.
His tongue drags across his bottom lip, and his eyes darken as he stands and walks over to me. He taps my chin with his swollen head, and reflexively, my mouth drops open. "Stop me now," he grunts, his hand picking up speed as he strokes himself.
Maybe I should stop him.
But I am tired of holding back.
Tired of letting the bullshit idea of what a pack looks like hold me back.
I want this.
I want him.
I stick my tongue out, and he groans loudly, pumping two more times before he spills himself into my open mouth, squeezing his knot as it expands.
Jordan, still impaled on my knot, whines for a kiss, and I oblige, leaning forward and pressing my lips to hers. When she parts hers on a satisfied exhale, I push Rafe's cum from where I was holding it on my tongue into her mouth, and her resulting whine is music to my ears. We share his unique taste in a passionate kiss, and I rock forward a few times, wedging my knot further inside her.
After a final slow, easy orgasm from stroking her clit while grinding my knot inside her, I flip us, settling her on my chest. She quickly falls asleep, the exhaustion from the spike catching up to her.
"What time is it?" I whisper as I stroke her damp hair.
"Three in the morning," my packmate responds nonchalantly as if my cock wasn't just in his mouth and his taste lingering on my tongue. "Is this the first one of the night?"
"Mm, yeah. I think we're getting pretty close to the real deal now."
His eyes take on a wistful gleam. "Think she'll want to bond?"
I stroke my finger down the front of her throat, trying to imagine what she'll look like with my bite on display. "I fucking hope so. I don't want to go any longer without feeling her inside me."
It's a surprisingly easy silence that we fall into, the sounds of Jordan's soft breaths the soundtrack to my racing thoughts.
"Are you fine with what happened here, Si?" Rafe's voice is soft and hopeful. "I should've asked you, I'm sorry if I-"
"Rafe, it's okay." The words spill out of me before I can think to stop them. "It felt right. I know I've been weird about all of this, but you're right. You've always been right. It was never just a game between us."
"You don't have to say that for my benefit."
I stroke my hand down Jordan's sweat-dampened hair. "I'm not. I have a lot of bullshit to work through about us. About what this means for us and our pack. But fuck, our pack isn't what we thought it would be, is it? Why should I let this be the one thing that breaks my idea of what a pack is supposed to be? We've had to fight for our Omega in a way we never thought we'd have to, and a lone, strange Alpha ended up not only in our pack bond but also clearly our lead."
"Icarus is quirky, sure, but to call him strange…" Rafe chuckles as I toss a pillow at his head. He catches it and hugs it to his chest. "I know what you're saying, though. This is not the way we thought our pack would look."
Jordan wiggles on my softening knot. "But it is the best pack ever," she says softly.
We freeze, and neither of us knows what to say now that we know she was listening to us. She must pick up on the tension. "It seems like all you have been doing since I was in the hospital is having sensitive conversations when I'm sleeping, and I end up a creepy eavesdropper." A pained groan gets trapped in my throat as she pulls herself off my softened cock and reaches for Rafe. He closes the distance and curls up on her other side.
"However you two want to explore things is fine with me," she says slowly. "I don't want you to go outside the pack, but this? We can be whatever we want in this pack. There's no jealousy here."
I lean closer to her ear and stage whisper, "What if he sucks cock better than you?"
Her eyes darken, and Rafe moans softly as she wiggles her ass against his groin. "Then we'll have to do lots of lessons."