Chapter 12 #3
Theo was such a sweet thing—slim waist, graceful neck and thighs so smooth Johnny was having a hard time keeping hold of them.
But it was Taylor he couldn’t look away from—ginger hair tousled, mouth wet as he bent down and wiped it across the sheets, grinning when he rested his head against Theo’s thigh.
They were both breathing hard, and Taylor still had his cock in his hand as his gaze dragged from Theo and up to Johnny. Licking his lip, Johnny leaned forwards and touched a thumb to Taylor’s chin, wiping a string of Theo’s come away.
Taylor cracked his mouth open, his breath hot as he licked along Johnny’s knuckles. Swallowing, Johnny watched as Taylor sucked two of his fingers into his mouth and bit them.
Johnny gasped, pushing them in deeper, running the tips of them across Taylor’s back teeth and the soft inner wall of his cheek.
“Tay,” he whispered, cock pulsing as he pulled his fingers out. Taylor followed, rising to his knees as he hooked one hand over the headboard and the other slid around Johnny’s neck. He squeezed, drawing out a whine from deep within Johnny’s throat.
But then Theo squeaked and squirmed, his legs slipping from Taylor’s shoulders, breaking the moment apart.
Johnny felt bad for about half a second, because he’d completely forgotten he was still buried balls deep inside him.
“N-now you,” Theo moaned, sliding a hand between his legs. “Put the condom on.”
Taylor let out a breath, ripped open the foil and rolled it down his cock.
Johnny had been about to say that there was absolutely no chance on God’s green earth that Taylor would be fucking Theo, but then Theo tipped his hips enough to let Johnny’s dick slide out and it felt like his cock might actually explode.
They both watched with wild intensity as Theo scooped up the bottle of lube that’d slid between the blankets, untwisted the cap and unclipped some kind of syringe from the side of it. He grinned as he drew some of the lube out, looking like a kinky doctor from one of Johnny’s teenage fantasies.
In one swift movement he squirted the lube inside himself and recapped the bottle, throwing it onto the bed.
“I want both of you,” he panted. “At the same time.”
Taylor’s nostrils flared and he blinked as though coming up from an intense dream. “Down… down there? In the same… in the same hole?”
Theo grinned. “Yeah. But you have to go slow. Be gentle, and no knotting.”
Taylor’s mouth opened and closed several times, and Johnny could practically see the cogs turning in his brain. If he said no now, Johnny was fully prepared to just throw himself out the window.
Taylor rocked back, looking Theo dead in the eyes. “With all due respect, sweetheart, I’m at least eight inches, and that guy…” He pointed at Johnny’s cock. “Well, as you can see, that thing’s a certified womb broom.”
Theo baulked, letting out a loud laugh. “You’re funny,” he said, whilst Johnny felt fucking mortified.
Yes, Johnny was big, but a womb broom? “Jesus, Tay,” Johnny muttered, covering his eyes.
Theo hummed and patted Taylor’s cheek. “With all due respect, sweetheart, this isn’t my first rodeo. I know my limits. Now come here.”
Taylor looked at Johnny, then at the headboard, and the sheets, and the ceiling, and the bedside clock, then at the door.
Johnny’s stomach sank and he sat up. “We don’t have to,” he said, turning Theo so he had his back to Taylor. “If you don’t want to.”
Taylor huffed and rubbed his chin. “I do want to. I just don’t want to hurt Theo.”
Theo chuckled as he looked over his shoulder. “You won’t hurt me. To be honest, I prefer two alphas in my nest when I’m in heat. Sometimes three.”
Taylor blanched. “You’re not going into heat, are you? Because no offence—”
“Relax,” Theo cooed. “I’m not about to heat trap you for the next three days.”
Taylor sighed. “You sure?”
“One hundred percent.”
Taylor ran a hand through his hair, leaving finger marks in its damp waves. “Okay. Yeah, okay.”
Theo grinned, letting out a breathy laugh.
“Good.” He shuffled slightly, pressing himself to Johnny’s chest, cock already hard again as it rubbed against his stomach.
Slowly, he sank down onto Johnny’s cock again, his eyes fluttering shut.
He rocked his hips a few times as though stretching himself open.
“Okay,” he whispered, reaching behind. “Follow my lead and take it slow.”
Taylor nodded, eyes fixed on Theo’s hand as a look of intense concentration pulled his eyebrows together. Johnny gripped Theo’s hips, holding him steady.
“That’s it,” he said, mouth falling open as he guided Taylor’s cock to his entrance.
Johnny’s toes curled as Taylor rocked forwards, the tip of his dick rubbing against the base of Johny’s knot. He gritted his teeth as Taylor slowly pushed in, the feeling of his cock sliding along his shaft making Johnny groan into the crook of his elbow.
Taylor hunched forwards, gripped the headboard as he slowly slid in all the way. “Shit,” he murmured, dropping his head onto Johnny’s shoulder. “That feels amazing.”
Johnny swallowed, squeezing his eyes shut. “Yeah.”
Their cheeks touched, hot breaths rolling over one another and making their faces clammy. A small whine escaped Taylor’s throat, as though caught in a moment of uncertainty.
They’d reached a crossroads. Either turn back now, or forever remember the feeling of their cocks sliding against one another in someone else’s body.
Well, Johnny’s feet were well and truly in the fire now, because he knew he couldn’t go back, no way.
After this night no one would ever compare to how Taylor looked and felt in that moment. The way his lips brushed Johnny’s hair, the little growls and gasps that slipped from his mouth as his fangs ghosted over Johnny’s neck.
“Go slow,” Theo said, his cheek resting against Johnny’s other shoulder. “Taylor controls the rhythm but I set the pace, okay?”
“Yeah,” Taylor whispered, breath shaking as he turned his head towards Johnny’s ear.
He nudged his hips back and forth, barely moving and so, so gentle. Far gentler than Johnny had ever seen Taylor act in his entire life. All he could hear was the sound of his breath against his ear, everything else—even Theo—disappearing in a haze of pleasure and white noise.
The headboard creaked with their combined weight, and Taylor gripped it as he slowly rocked all three of them at once.
“A little faster,” Theo whispered, his mouth open and wet against Johnny’s neck.
Taylor grunted, one hand gripping Johnny’s upper arm as though trying to stop himself from going too hard.
“Okay?” Johnny whispered against his cheek.
“Yeah,” Taylor replied, a bead of sweat rolling through his sideburn and into Johnny’s hair. “Are you okay?”
Johnny grinned and bit his own lip. “Ah, yeah. I’m good.”
Steam was beginning to roll off their skin, and an owl hooted somewhere in the distant night. Taylor’s eyebrows pulled together, and Johnny could tell he was concentrating hard as he rocked a little more, pressing in deep.
Then, he did something that Johnny would never forget so long as he lived. Taylor dropped his hips and pressed forwards so their knots rubbed together.
“F-fuck,” Johnny stuttered, snatching Taylor’s earlobe between his teeth.
Taylor gripped his arm and thrust a little harder, rubbing his knot over Johnny’s again and creating the most exquisite friction.
With every roll of Taylor’s hips it sent pulses of pleasure through Johnny’s body, and soon he was tipping his head forwards and panting into Taylor’s neck
Taylor let go of the headboard, crumpling over him with his mouth in his hair. He held Johnny’s throat, digging a thumb into his mandible and forcing his mouth open.
He was all consuming. Big, powerful and bright in every sense of the word. His freckled skin rippling over his shoulders, the dim light casting shadows across his chest and catching around his nipples.
If this was what it felt like to be fucked by Taylor Campbell, then Johnny would lay himself down on the altar of desire, spread his legs and beg to be sated.
The room filled with the sounds and scent of sex, all three of them grunting and growling like they were out in the woods fucking as wolves. But all Johnny could see and hear and feel was Taylor.
Taylor, Taylor, Taylor—that was what his heart was saying.
What his wolf demanded. What he’d wanted from the moment they’d met, and perhaps that was easier to admit in the dark, where they were just bodies rutting and fucking, and Johnny could pretend that when the lights came on he wouldn’t go back to feeling like a piece of shit again.
“Stop thinking,” Taylor growled before shoving Johnny’s head back against the headboard and smashing their mouths together.
Their fangs clattered, nipping and tearing at each other’s lips with about as much nuance as two freight trains derailing one another. But it didn’t matter. Taylor’s tongue was in his mouth, pushing in deep and demanding answers to questions that Johnny would provide in a heartbeat.
They were panting, grabbing, scratching, both of Taylor’s hands in his hair as Johnny’s whole body tensed and he came with such force it sent a shuddering pulse through his spine.
It ricocheted through his legs, through his feet and seemingly straight into Taylor, who yanked Johnny’s chin up and bit him just beneath his Adam’s apple.
Taylor’s cock bucked, his knot throbbing, and Johnny could feel him filling the condom within a few spurts.
It was euphoria—white hot and red raw.
Then, the moment came crashing down as he remembered that shit, shit there was still an omega between them who was probably telling them to stop, or dead, or unconscious but neither of them had noticed.
Johnny snapped his head up, shoving Taylor back as Theo emerged, red cheeked and covered in come.
“Oh my God,” Theo said, voice husky. “I think I stopped breathing for a sec.”
“Shit, are you okay?” Taylor said, pushing his hair out of his face. “Did I hurt you?”
Theo laughed, folding onto Johnny’s chest. “Not hurt. No. Not hurt.”
Taylor ran a hand up Theo’s back, pressing it between his shoulder blades as though checking he was actually breathing. “Are you sure? Do I need to call an ambulance?”
Theo laughed again, this time with barely any energy behind it. “No. I’m all good. Aaall good. But I don’t think I’ll be inviting you guys back for round two.”
Taylor gasped, rolling his hips and carefully pulling out. Johnny mourned the loss of contact, but still ran his fingers through Theo’s hair.
“No offence,” Theo continued, wiping his mouth across Johnny’s shoulder. “It felt amazing, but I don’t think there’s enough space between you for anyone else.”