Chapter 54 #3
“Oh my god. You two are…” Wren gasps and lets out a whimper as her words fail.
I level her with a glance to the side, discovering to my delight that she’s seated herself on the edge of a study desk and has her hand shoved up her dress.
“You two are so hot together.” Her breathing shallows on a whine when she makes contact with her clit.
Eyes glazing over, fingers moving frantically, she watches us while playing with herself, drowning us in pure, dizzying peach essence.
“You can tease, you can watch, but no coming until I’m inside that needy cunt,” I say with much more steadiness and firmness in my voice than I feel on the inside.
My stomach is nothing but butterflies. My blood is kerosene lit by a match. Her fingers move with a filthy, squelching sound, proving how drenched in slick her pussy is right now.
“Big guy… Con…” she exhales my nickname that only comes out during sex, so shakily, so timidly, while biting her lip.
Wren looks ready to lose her mind at the intimacy of this scene we’re about to share.
Those big blue eyes of hers bounce between Ace’s cock, my mouth, and then up to take in his expression.
Above me, his throat dips, and it only requires another heartbeat before his big hands are on me.
He touches me for the first time in a way that isn’t roughhousing during video games on the couch, or tackle practice during training, or hitting a two-man ruck during the middle of a game.
Sinking his fingers into my hair, he holds the sides of my head, commanding, yet giving me the chance to decide what I want.
Oh. How. I. Fucking. Want.
I drop forward to suck him into my mouth.
My god.
If having his mouth pressed to mine was enough to leave me lightheaded, the second his velvety smooth dick slides past my lips and onto my waiting tongue, I’m fucking gone. Lights out. King hit.
He’s perfect. Weighty, fat and full inside my welcoming mouth. That salty, tangy, citrusy flavor of him bursts in a swathe of sparks and colors I swear I can damn well see in my mind’s eye. It’s my very own blow job-flavored Fourth of July fireworks show when his drips of precum hit.
I don’t care if I gag. Have no qualms about choking on him. I lean forward, eager to take him as deep as possible all in one go.
Wren’s moans grow louder, stirring my dick to new heights of pained entrapment inside my pants. My knot distends, rubbing against the cotton of my boxer briefs as I slurp and suck on Ace’s cock with the enthusiasm of a rookie trying to impress their first talent scouts.
I pride myself on my blow job game. It’s been too fucking long since I last had the opportunity. Ace shudders and tentatively thrusts into my mouth, chasing the way my tongue slides along his throbbing vein.
“Are you gonna take it?” Ace grips my hair tighter. Those words come out harsh, a warning to accompany the pulse of him on my tongue.
From my position on my knees, the gaze I turn up to him is filled with the silent message I want to convey. Allowing my eyes to flash with defiance, I sink to take him as far back as I can manage, nose bumping his trimmed thatch of hair, and I cup his balls.
He groans with an unrestrained, garbled noise of desperation.
What follows is a string of curses in Samoan.
My eyes water, my lungs burn, but I keep working him.
Ace is seemingly locked on the sight of me swallowing him down.
Fixated on my mouth stretched around him, cheeks hollowing, as I bob on his impressive dick.
He’s close. His hips lose their rhythm, and I go in with the move to tip his world upside down. Giving one little tug on his balls, I then slide my fingers to his base and massage his knot.
Throwing his head back, he lets out a grunted exhale, a masculine shudder before shoving into my mouth, hips stilling.
Ace swells and simply explodes. Fuck yes.
He feeds me shot after shot of hot cum. Delivered onto my tongue like a reward.
He’s the perfect mix of wild orange and that musky, salty hit of cum.
A flavor and scent that leaves me ready to do anything he might want, just so I could bury my nose in his groin and huff that virile, manly, Alpha essence of him.
But as much as this is about me, it’s about him being open to this pack we’re forming, and to Wren.
I don’t swallow.
Instead, I seal my lips while drawing back off his tip, before surging to my feet.
He stares at me, wrecked on the jagged shoreline we didn’t anticipate tonight.
Looking the same way I feel on the inside when I lean forward to press my mouth to his.
He allows me in easily, lets me push his cum into his mouth as we speak to each other in the filthiest and basest of ways, all while my dick strains for relief, primed to burst.
With his tongue slipping against mine, his cum coating both of our taste buds, we sink into a messy kiss of saliva and his seed and fumbling hands.
I barely regather my senses enough to speak against his lips. “Time for you to prove yourself. Money where your mouth is.”
Dragging myself off him isn’t as hard as it would be if it were just the two of us here. My pull to Wren, my need to take care of my scent match, screams at me, and I basically fall on her like a rampaging, ravenous wild creature.
There’s no talking. Wren is bent over with both hands braced against the nearest shelf, and I have my dick out, fisted at her entrance in a blink. Her tiny moans and cries are almost drowned out by the intensity of all that peachy perfume.
As I push inside, she’s swollen, and so slippery it’s obscene. The velvety grip of her channel sucks me in, sucks me deep, sucks me to the hilt without me necessarily intending to go so far so fast.
“Fuck. Fuck, baby. I’m sorry. I can’t hold back.” I gasp my way through the quiver and tremor of her body, adjusting to my size. I know I’m big. I can’t stand the thought of hurting her. But she’s fucking ready. Watching me blow Ace has had quite the effect on our little Omega.
“It feels so good. So huge. Con. Please don’t stop,” she whines, pushing back on me until her pussy lips threaten to steal my knot all at once.
“Jesus Christ. I—We—” Every reason I might have had to keep my knot out of her vanishes. All I’m left with is the blinding, urgent frequency singing one singular tune. A siren song to go all the way in the act of claiming her body. My Omega. My girl. My scent match I need to rut into next week.
My hips piston, the lewdest fucking sounds of how wet she is filling the air.
This is the best idea. The ultimate goal. Knot. Fill. Keep my cum sealed inside her.
Except just as that swollen bulge thuds against her entrance, readying to slide home, I feel resistance.
Strong fingers block my way.
With a dazed growl, I look down to find Ace on his knees. His face is buried in Wren’s pussy while I fuck her from behind. And I might not be able to see what he’s doing, but I feel it. I feel the way he’s formed a V with his fingers and holds me back from driving my knot home.
Holy shit. He’s eating her out, and he’s touching my dick, and I can damn near see everything except for his hand.
Wren can take it all in, too. We both stare down at him.
My vision might be hazy, but I see every tiny detail of how he takes care of her.
His careful, attentive licks run through her seam, through her slick, until he nudges her clit with the tip of his nose.
She starts babbling and whimpering, her fingers clamped so tight on the bookshelf that her knuckles go pale.
I could swear he grins to himself against her cunt, but I can’t be sure.
Then he wraps his lips around her swollen little clit, and sucks.
Wren’s pussy spasms around me, her head tips forward on a long, low moan.
Ace being on his knees is enough to ruin both of us in one fell swoop. “His tongue looks so good in your cunt, doesn’t it, Bambi?” My harsh breaths find her ear.
“Yes, Alpha,” she sobs, teetering on the edge.
“Is this what you mean when you say you’re studying at the library?
” I taunt, as my hips slap against her ass and my knot kisses his knuckles over and over.
“Are you daydreaming about getting bent over and filled with cock? That kinky little fantasy of yours about wearing a short little skirt and taking my knot while others are only a row away.”
“Oh my god. Oh god,” she chants. Ripples engulf my dick. Pressure coils tight at the base of my spine. Pulsing, tingling need draws my balls up tight, while my knot blows up at the pleasure of having Ace practically fondling me.
“Gonna be a good little Omega and milk my cock while you come on his tongue?”
“Y—yesss. Alpha. Yes.”
Wren’s entire body doubles over, the force of her climax grips me and rhythmically squeezes, dragging me there at the same time.
I bury myself deep, my rapidly swelling knot bumping against the barrier Ace has created.
There’s no doubt I would have shoved inside her without him there to hold me back.
Gritting my teeth against the surging need to roar my way through this release, I’m a second away from succumbing to the need to yell into the night at how it feels to have his hand on my knot and her cunt milking me of every drop of cum.
I spill in throbbing waves, painting her inner walls.
All I can do is try to catch my breath while dropping heated kisses all over her neck and shoulder, until I feel her turn enough that I can successfully claim her mouth in a slow, languid stroke of my tongue against hers.
As we kiss, my blurry focus shifts to Ace, who stands up, wipes his mouth with his sleeve, and holds my gaze the entire time. We stare at each other, something passing between us that leaves me even more hopelessly drawn to him… even more hopeful of what this might mean.
Either that or I’ve just fucked everything up, potentially ending our careers as well as our friendship.
Wren and I slowly disentangle ourselves, as I drop soft kisses over the side of her face and hair, while carefully pulling out.
I’m still feeling far too possessive to allow a single drop of my cum combined with her slick to escape, making sure her scent-absorbing panties hold everything against her pussy.
Warmth floods my chest knowing that it’s me she will feel with every step as we walk out of here.
Fuck.
We still have to somehow get away from this library without anyone noticing.
I’m still halfway to doing my fly back up, with belt hanging loose, when Brennan appears at the end of the row of shelves, phone glowing in his hand.
He takes one glance at the sight of us all putting ourselves back together, and the exasperated noise that comes out of him almost makes me laugh.
Almost. I’m not interested in getting myself killed, and from the way he stalks toward us, I’m not sure that he’d be above eliminating me from this pack.
“Jesus fucking Christ.” He pinches his brow and lets out a weary exhale. “You three did not just do what I think you just did at a charity function.”
Wren blushes.
Ace clears his throat.
My belt makes a guilty clank as I fasten the buckle.
Coughing into my fist, I then take a moment to hug Wren in front of me. The odds of Brennan reaching for my throat are surely lower with our scent match in the middle as a shield. Hopefully. Maybe. Most likely.
“Uhh, yeah, we did.” An apologetic wince is all I have to offer. “It was fun. Sorry, we didn’t exactly have time to organize a search party for you.”
From out of the corner of my eye, I can see that Ace remains stone-faced, not giving away an indication of his feelings about being involved in whatever that just was.
Brennan shoves his phone in his pocket, looking torn between hauling Wren against him and perhaps joining the party, or keeping his distance.
His jaw works, expression slightly pained as he takes a long inhale of our girl’s perfume.
“Well, fuck… I’m the only one not smelling like sex right now.
” His glare transforms from soft and adoring while looking Wren over, to formidable when his attention flicks to me.
“I thought I’d at least be able to count on you, Palamo, to run interference on Murphy, but here we are. ”
“Here we are,” I echo with a grin. Wren chokes on a little laugh and slaps at my arm banded across her front, giving me a playful little attempt at reproach.
Brennan growls and simply points a finger at me.
The four of us stand in silence for a moment, as the wheels turn behind his eyes. Clearly, out of all of us, he’s the only one with any functioning brain cells. Mine are all still somewhere between my dick and my knot.
“Fine. Here.” He tosses a key fob at Ace. “Palamo, you’re going to bring my truck around to the service entrance. Renfro, you’re in charge of making sure Wren gets in the back without being seen.”
“Yes, sir.” I chuckle. “And you?”
Ah, there’s that murderous look again. Brennan flicks his cuffs and readjusts his shoulders inside his suit jacket.
“I’m going to go back in there and find myself making a very fucking impromptu speech, thanking everyone in attendance.
” He turns on his heel, calling back over his shoulder as he strides away.
“That should give you ten minutes. Don’t fuck it up, or I will have your balls on a goddamn platter. ”