Chapter 11
MONTY
I talked a lot, and sometimes I managed to say something reasonable, among many near misses. Jordy was quiet most of the time, but when he did say something, it was always the right thing at the right moment.
He was a genius, and I wanted to fucking kiss his feet.
Laurel licked his lips, and heat replaced the sadness in his eyes as he scanned Jordy’s face. He slid off the stool and lifted his chin, his expression a mix of challenge and expectation.
It was game on.
“That’s a generous offer,” he drawled. “What’s in it for you?”
Jordy lowered himself into a crouch and, checking Laurel’s face for reaction, he unzipped Laurel’s jeans and dragged them down his legs. He mouthed Laurel’s bulge through the black cotton of his underwear.
I gulped, my throat suddenly dry.
“Pleasure,” Jordy said simply, and nuzzled the length of Laurel’s hardening cock.
At the sight of them, something weird happened to my guts.
My stomach tightened as if I were about to shift mid-run, and my heart took off sprinting. At the same time, a ball of lovely warmth spread through my belly. My dick filled, tingling, and my balls ached. They were so hot together.
Worrying his lower lip with his teeth, Laurel ran his hand through Jordy’s hair in clear encouragement. Pale and slender, he looked fragile, while Jordy, on the floor by Laurel’s feet, seemed powerful and dangerous.
He carefully tucked Laurel’s underwear lower, making his cock stick out.
Bright pink, filled with blood, so hard it curved upward…
Jordy kissed the tip, his nostrils flaring with a deep breath, and my mouth watered.
I could smell Laurel in the room, his strawberry and cream scent growing more intense, and I could imagine how powerful it must be there, at the base of his cock.
I was starting to feel a little left out when Laurel reached for my shirt. Clutching the cotton in his fist, he tugged, pulling me off the barstool.
Sliding my hands around his waist, I steadied him as Jordy took off his shoes, pants, and underwear, leaving him only in his thick woolen socks.
Bending lower, I breathed him in, his hair tickling my lips.
I couldn’t think about the warm softness of his impeccable skin under my hands, or I’d lose it in my pants before we started.
Laurel leaned his head on my chest, and his bare ass pressed to my thighs.
This was the omega I’d been dreaming about forever.
I’d seen a clip of him playing guitar online years ago, and spent half of the night watching every interview and every snippet of live concert I could find.
Everyone had celebrity crushes, right? But then I had met my crush in person, and now I was touching him, and I felt like that guy who pieced together a pair of wings and learned how to fly, but then he soared too close to the sun… Oh hell, I would crash and burn.
A soft moan fell from Laurel’s mouth. Jordy had his lips wrapped around the base of his cock, his cheeks hollowed. Yeah, I knew how that felt. Jordy could suck like a damned vacuum. Laurel shuddered in my arms as Jordy took him to the root, humming.
Heat gathered in my balls, and my dick throbbed against my fly. Did Laurel feel it against his back? Jordy looked so sexy on his knees. I loved having him there myself, but with Laurel between us…
A sudden wave of gratitude and tenderness washed over me. Jordy somehow managed to bring Laurel into my arms, and now he was giving Laurel pleasure, and Laurel melted into me. Everything about this was so achingly perfect. I barely knew why, but oh God…
What if I could be inside Laurel while Jordy sucked him? Fuck, the yearning almost hurt. Laurel pushed his ass against me, as if he imagined the same, and I let out a desperate groan.
Jordy let go with a soft pop, and Laurel’s cock bobbed. It was slim but long for an omega. The head peeked from the foreskin, glistening with spit and precum. Laurel hissed.
“Want us to lick your hole?” Jordy asked like it was nothing, and my legs nearly gave out under me.
“Yeah,” Laurel breathed.
Jordy stood and met my gaze, his eyes stormy. I knew that look. It had made me fall to my knees many times.
“Let’s get him up.”
He grabbed Laurel by his hips and lifted. I supported Laurel’s upper body as Jordy sat him on the bar counter and pressed on his chest to make him lie back. Then he spread Laurel’s legs.
I could hardly believe it.
Laurel Riley was propped up on my bar, naked from the waist down. His long pale legs were bent, socked feet on the edge, and his ass nearly hung over it.
Jordy had arranged him like a meal for us. He glanced at me, silently beckoning me forward. I stepped closer to his side, and he parted Laurel’s ass cheeks with his thumbs to reveal his hole.
“Fuck,” he muttered.
“My thoughts exactly,” I quipped.
The rim was dark with blood, swollen, and wet. Like, leaking slick, horny as hell, please-fuck-it-now, wet. It looked like a glazed donut, dammit. The scent coming from it was like a drug, making my head spin.
Jordy dragged his tongue over the glistening pucker.
“Holy shit,” Laurel squeaked. He grabbed the edge of the counter, his knuckles turning white.
Before I could whine about having to wait, Jordy leaned back to give me space.
I dove in, and… Oh my fucking God.
There were no words good enough to describe the taste of Laurel’s slick.
It went straight to my balls, and they tightened until they hurt as if they were about to burst. I had to get inside him.
I pushed, licked a circle, and pushed again.
Laurel’s pucker yielded, I licked into him, and the firm ring of muscle clamped on my tongue.
His cries were my reward. I thrust in and out, jabbing my tongue as deep as it would go, and Laurel’s body responded with a fresh surge of warm slick.
I groaned, gulping down as much as I could.
A tug on my hair made me lift my head. Next thing I saw was Jordy’s tongue delving into Laurel’s open hole.
“Fucking hell!” Laurel yelled.
The piercing. That must have felt nice. I knew how it was to have it rubbing the underside of my dick, just below the cockhead. Jordy was so good with his mouth and tongue.
Dizzy with lust, I reached for his zipper. I wanted the weight of his cock in my hand while we did this. I wanted to see if he was as affected as I was.
Rock hard, his shaft throbbed in my hand. I squeezed it and stroked, and he lifted his head, his lips glistening with Laurel’s slick.
He’d taste like Laurel if I kissed him.
But we never kissed.
“He’s close,” Jordy said, and I stared at those lips as they moved, the peek of a tongue… “C’mon, Monty.”
He tugged on my hair again, and I dove between Laurel’s smooth ass cheeks and tongue-fucked him as hard as I could. The little hole tightened on my tongue, then loosened. Laurel’s cries got high-pitched.
His hole fluttered, inner muscles pulsating, and oily liquid coated my mouth.
Oh yeah, I did it. I made him come. And sweet heaven, the reward was so delicious I could have died on the spot and been happy.
The taste got more intense with his orgasm, and I gorged myself on it, slurping it all up, until Jordy tugged my head up.
I would have been mad at him for tearing me away from my treat, but he took my cock out, and I groaned with relief.
We jerked each other off while he rimmed Laurel.
He kissed the softened flesh and licked over Laurel’s hole, bringing him down, only to jab his pierced tongue back inside, winding him back up.
His hand on my dick slowed as he focused on Laurel, but he never let go and began moving his fingers along my length in a sort of absent-minded, tender way. It was driving me crazy.
When Laurel came the second time, Jordy growled between his ass cheeks. His cock jerked in my hand, and his cum splattered on the side of the bar counter, dripping down the wood. I thought of having it in my mouth and then licking Laurel, mixing those tastes and…
Fuck, I was so close.
Panting, Laurel lay over the top like a wet rag. His legs seemed to be shaking, so I lifted them over my shoulders, hugged his hips, and latched on to his pucker. I sucked on it while thrusting my tongue as deep as I could. I wanted to eat him the fuck alive.
Laurel let out these prolonged, guttural groans that became increasingly louder as he neared his third orgasm.
Wet warmth engulfed my dick, and I growled into Laurel’s flesh. Jordy was sucking my dick. He ran the ball of his piercing right over my slit and under my cockhead before taking me into his throat. He must have traces of Laurel’s slick in his mouth.
I was burning. Soaring too close to the sun.
Laurel arched, pressing his ass onto my face.
“Fuuck! Fuuuuck! I’ll come again… Oh God! Aaaah!”
His drugging slick ran through my beard, down my chin. I roared into him, and he cried out in response, his hole spasming anew.
Jordy’s mouth tightened around my dick, and the world turned bright pink with golden glitter raining down on us. I held on to Laurel’s trembling body and sucked on his hole, drinking from him like he was a fucking spring, while I rode the heights of my orgasm.
Jordy swallowed my cum and licked my cock clean like he always did.
I reached down to cup the back of his head, holding on to the pleasure for a little while longer.
My mouth on Laurel’s hole, Jordy’s lips around my dick, Laurel’s hand in my hair, fingers quivering, and strands of Jordy’s hair running between my fingers…
I was flying so high I got terrified. This kind of joy didn’t come without payment.
Heart pounding and head spinning, I dragged my tongue through Laurel’s crease, trying to catch every drop of his slick before moving to his cock.
It lay half hard in a pool of cum on Laurel’s smooth belly.
I kissed the cum off his skin. Another indescribably tasty delight, sweet and salty, with hints of vanilla and strawberries.
He was like a luxury dessert in human form.
Jordy rose by my side, his lips red and swollen. I scooped a dollop of Laurel’s cum with my finger and gave it to him. Groaning, he licked it off my finger.
“Fuck yeah.”
“Delicious, isn’t he?”
“All over.”
Laurel’s arm slid off the counter, hanging limply over the edge. He looked done for.
Jordy zipped up and scooped Laurel into his arms.
“Get his clothes.”
Huh? I looked around, the room suddenly unfamiliar.
Where was I? You’re at home, silly.
Dazed, I collected Laurel’s jeans and underwear from the floor and followed Jordy up the stairs. He carried Laurel up to his room. I opened the door for them—it was unlocked—and Jordy laid Laurel on the bed.
“Damn. I could get used to this treatment,” Laurel mumbled, eyes already closing when I dragged the blanket to his shoulders.
Jordy left a glass of water on the nightstand for him, and I turned off the lights. There. He could sleep now.
After closing the door to the suite, I paused on the landing. The air in the hallway was chilly.
Jordy and I looked at each other. His eyes seemed darker, or maybe it was the dim light. His lips parted. Did he still taste like Laurel?
I could kiss him. I should kiss him. He’d given me this night, and I wanted to show him somehow how grateful I was. I wanted him closer. But maybe he wouldn’t want me to…
Jordy smirked and pointed at my crotch.
“Your dick’s still hanging out.” Then he winked and began trotting down the stairs. “Night, boss!”
I remained standing on the landing for a minute longer. I looked back at Laurel’s closed door, then down where Jordy disappeared. I heard the door to his apartment creak and click shut.
Something tugged at me, urging me to go back to Laurel. Which wasn’t the deal we had, I knew.
But why did Jordy leave so fast? I could go for another round. With Laurel’s taste still in the back of my mouth, sucking Jordy off would be hot as hell.
I felt like moping as I finally stuffed my dick back into my pants and zipped up.
After all that we’d done together, the three of us, I was going to my bed alone.
It felt weird.