Chapter 38
Maisie had been watching me all evening—through dinner, during bedtime with the kids, and now again while we made some popcorn to snuggle in for a group movie night. Every time I thought she was ready to say something, her cheeks would turn the brightest pink and she’d look away.
I wasn’t the only one who’d noticed and Carter cornered her when she came out of the bathroom to see what was going on. The two of them whispered like co-conspirators, both of them stealing glances in my direction.
What on earth was going on with them?
Carter slunk over to me, leaning on the couch arm to whisper in my ear. “Come upstairs. Maisie and I want to play with you.”
Heat filled every cell in my body, my breath catching in my throat. “Is that so?”
“Mhmm.” Carter nipped my earlobe. “It is.”
Wyatt laughed on the other end of the couch. “Go have fun. Bryan mentioned a documentary he wanted to check out. We can watch that until you’re back.”
“You don’t mind?” Maisie asked, chewing her lip and twisting the hem of her tank top in her fingers.
“Of course not. Obviously I’d love to be going upstairs too, but who you play with and when is your decision.
I don’t want you to be overwhelmed. I’ll be fine down here getting some Tango cuddles while you’re gone.
” He patted the couch next to him, Tango leaping up at the invitation to sprawl across his lap.
“I, uh, I’m also fine,” Bryan added. “Don’t rush anything or worry on my account.”
I patted Bryan’s thigh and Foxtrot practically launched herself onto his lap. “There you go, now you’ve got a cuddle buddy, too.”
He hesitated for a moment until Foxy rolled over, showing off her belly, her tongue lolling out.
Maisie trotted over, leaning to kiss Wyatt, then Bryan, and Carter following to kiss each of them, too. The omegas were already halfway up the stairs before I even got to my feet.
I glanced toward Bryan. “Everything okay with her in the bond?”
“She’s fine.” He nodded. “Nervous, clearly, but more excited than anything.”
I huffed a breath. “Okay, good. I don’t know what those two have planned, but I don’t want to spook her.”
“She did a great job of communicating this morning,” Wyatt added. “Just try to keep an eye on her while she’s vaporizing your brain cells.”
“I’ll do my best.” I paused long enough to give Wyatt a kiss too, and turned, planting one on Bryan’s cheek before carefully sprinting up after the omegas.
“He’s blushing,” Wyatt called after me.
I laughed, blowing a kiss down the stairs toward them before they vanished from view. Going all the way up to the nest, I found Carter and Maisie perched on the edge of the bed.
“You two have a lot of mischievous energy,” I pointed out.
“Well that’s because Miss Maisie has been thinking about getting her mouth on you all day and asked me to help.”
I swallowed hard, my throat suddenly dry as I focused on her. “That’s what you want?”
“You were the first to do that to me. I want you to be the first I do that for.” Maisie chewed her lip again. “I have conditions, though.”
“What kind of conditions?”
Carter held up the fuzzy Velcro cuffs I’d used on him many times.
Maisie took them from him, approaching me cautiously. “Only if you’re okay with it, but when I was with Wyatt this morning, one of his suggestions was that I could tie him up so there were no surprises. It occurred to me that it might help with this.”
“You don’t have to do anything you don’t want to do, and definitely not just because I did it for you.”
“That’s not…” She let out an irritated breath, but I got the feeling the irritation wasn’t directed at me. “If I didn’t want to do it, I wouldn’t offer. It’s only that I’ve never done it by…you know.”
“Choice?”
Her nod made me want to put Paul’s head through a wall.
“I took Wyatt’s knot today and that was something I never thought I would be able to share with someone. I want to be able to do this, too. Will you let me try? Please?”
I’d never had a woman get this close to begging to put my dick in her mouth. My body tightened, delicious tension burning through me.
“Just to be super clear, this is going to be a team experience BJ? Or am I totally misreading the situation?”
“That’s how she pitched it to me,” Carter said with a grin.
“I’ll be your guinea pig.” I held out my wrists and Maisie wrapped the fuzzy purple straps around each. Once they were secured, she smiled shyly up at me, tugging me closer by the little chain between them. I dipped to accept her kiss, letting her slowly guide me toward the bed.
Carter was already stripping his shirt off.
When I was laid back, he tucked one of the silk-cased pillows under my head to protect my hair, and hooked the little chain over one of the wrought iron curls on the headboard.
I could get out on my own in a second if I wanted, but I had no plans for that.
Carter drew Maisie into his own kiss, gently sliding the plaid from her shoulders.
I squirmed, my dick already hardening under my jeans zipper. The two of them prowled up the bed on hands and knees. While Carter wrestled me free, he gave Maisie the lowdown on what was about to happen.
“He likes a firm touch. The tip is the most sensitive and he makes the cutest fucking sound if you can get a bit of a vacuum seal going when you suck on it.”
“Giving away all my secrets,” I chuckled.
A shiver zinged through me as they hooked their hands in my waistband, and maneuvered both layers down my body. My breath stuttered on its way out and I grabbed on to the headboard with both hands.
“Help me open this up.” Carter waved Maisie over, the buttons of my shirt undone in short order, the fabric spread apart. “In the name of starting small, you could lick right here.”
I jolted when he tapped my nipple.
Maisie’s eyes went wide with fascination.
She lowered her head, her hair tickling my skin, and I arched sharply at the wet warmth of her tongue flicking against the tight peak.
Carter joined her a second later on the other side.
I squirm restlessly, each hot lick zipping south like my dick and nipples were connected by an electric wire.
They worked their way down, dropping kisses as they went. My hips flexed when they got close.
“Do you mind if I sit on your thighs?” Carter asked me.
“What for?” Maisie asked.
“To keep him a little more still. I don’t want you to get a cock down the throat if he bucks.”
“Oh. I definitely don’t want that either.”
“Go ahead,” I replied. Carter’s weight wouldn’t do much to stop me, but it would at least be a stronger reminder to keep myself under control, and would probably give Maisie some peace of mind.
Carter stripped down the rest of the way and parked his ass on my thighs, his knees keeping my legs together. “You look so beautiful like this. I’m so used to you being the one out of those cuffs. I can see why you like the view.”
I chuckled nervously, anticipation making my dick twitch. Maisie watched its movements, reaching tentative fingers out. My next breath broke when she curled her hand around me. Then she dipped, dragging her tongue over the tip and coaxing a fractured curse from my lips.
Every second of this carried weight. She had chosen me, put her trust in me, and that made the experience all the more heady.
“Try two hands,” Carter told her. “Get a nice grip on the base until he does that cute little breath puff.”
The very one escaped me at her firm grasp.
“There we go. And the other hand right below the tip.”
A second to sweep up her tongue proved Carter correct in assuming he would need to hold me down a little. He sprawled out comfortably on my legs, bringing his face next to Maisie’s. I wasn’t sure what I expected, but them French kissing around the tip of my dick, wasn’t it.
My soul almost left my body. I closed my eyes tight, my ass flexing, trying to lift everything closer. I got a little nearer to expiring when they shared a wicked look, bent as one, and dragged their tongues up the length of me.
“Motherfucking hell.” I groaned, trying and failing to catch my breath.
Evidently enjoying herself, Maisie curled her tongue around my tip before fastening her lips over it and sucking like Carter had suggested. She pulled a whimper out of me.
Carter beamed at me. “My favorite sound.”
I couldn’t even begin to think of a retort.
Maisie stayed right where she was, breaking the suction to go a little deeper.
The only thing strong enough to beat out the whimpers was me quietly cursing up a storm.
Carter lowered his head, making a trail of those sucking kisses down my length until he could sweep his tongue over my balls.
Maisie pulled off, watching curiously. She reached out delicate fingers to cup me and I whimpered again at the way she gently filled her hand with me.
“You’re okay?” she asked.
“Don’t stop.” I choked the words out, the last barely making it into existence.
She slipped her fingers under her own waistband, bringing them back out glistening to wrap around my dick, and giving it an experimental stroke.
The scent of her slick in the air combined with her touch had pre-cum dripping from my tip.
While Carter worked the base, she worked the top.
Her favorite was definitely anything that made my dignity disintegrate into a mess of pathetic moans.
I couldn’t even fault her. That was my favorite part of playing with someone, too.
Figuring out how to make them unravel was its own sort of magic.
They teased me until my vision blurred.
My muscles burned like I’d been working out, but really it was only from the effort of keeping myself still.
Neither had made any concerted effort to make me come.
They wanted to play, and I was committed to letting them.
The whole purpose of this was for Maisie to get comfortable, and if I needed to, I could get myself off afterward.
“What pace do you like to finish?” she asked and I was lucky I could even understand English at this point.
The only response I could muster was a panting breath and low groan.
Carter whispered something in Maisie’s ear. She nodded and a moment later they were both stripping down. Maisie nudged my thighs apart and parked herself between them while Carter settled behind her.
Holy fuck.
I hardly ever got to see Carter fuck anyone.
Usually he was beautifully taking anything Wyatt or I could give him.
Seeing him rise up behind Maisie, listening to the sweet sound she made when he slipped his cock into her was almost enough to make me spill.
I was in very real danger of it when she bent again, scooping some more of her own slick to coat my length.
I quickly realized the pace she set was in time with each smack of Carter’s hips against hers. She moaned around me, taking as much of me into her mouth as she could. Each stroke and lick dragged me to the edge. Tension coiled so tight I thought I might pass out before the pressure released.
“Maisie,” I gasped. “Maisie, fuck, I—”
I thought she would pull away, but instead she doubled down. I spilled over her tongue, doing everything I could to not buck down her throat. She kept sucking on me, the quick stroke of her hand continuing to match Carter driving into her.
Cum dripped down her chin when she lifted her head. I lay spent and helpless beneath them, letting the burn of pleasure settle into my bones, rising to nirvana at the sound of Carter pushing both of them to the edge alongside me.
When silence descended, they climbed up my body, stretching out on each side. Maisie turned my head to claim my kiss, passing me to Carter, then taking me back again.
“Did I do okay?”
I whimpered into her perfect lips, dizzy with desire and all the panting I had done during their play.
Carter laughed. “I think that means yes.”
I peeked an eye open.
Maisie smiled brightly. “I think so, too.”