Chapter 15
JORDY
That was a first.
We’d shared lovers before, fucked like mad, but Monty had never kissed me.
With Laurel tucked between us, he peered at me sleepily, smiling. He looked so happy. Then he put his hand on my jaw and leaned in.
As if we’d done it a thousand times before.
We hadn’t. Never ever had we come close.
Damn him.
For him, it was just another of those things he did, these bursts of the sheer love he carried in his chest for everyone. Monty loved people, the world, and life. He loved unconditionally, with patience and goodness from the bottomless, clear well that was his soul.
I knew he loved me too. Not like that, but I had a place in his overgrown heart.
Still buzzing with pleasure, I kissed him back, caressed his tongue with mine, and he weaved his fingers into my hair like he’d always done when I sucked his dick.
He tasted of Laurel’s slick, and why did that fuck with my head so much? Monty was my home and safety, but Monty tasting of Laurel was danger and passion and every forbidden delight I could dream of.
I gave the kiss everything. His beard tickled, and his tongue was thick and warm in my mouth. He moved it lazily, like he didn’t want to rush anything, and I drank him in, desperate to prolong the perfect moment.
I loved Monty. He was my favorite person in the whole wide world. A freaking miracle.
So when he slowed the kiss down and gently nipped at my upper lip, I nuzzled his face like a real lover.
By the time the kiss ran its course, I felt pressure behind my eyes.
I hadn’t been looking for an omega. I didn’t want one. I had Monty.
But Monty had always wanted a mate. It might not be Laurel, but one day, he’d find one.
He pressed one last kiss to the corner of my mouth and lay down, brushing his nose along Laurel’s hairline. I settled on my side, my lips at Laurel’s nape.
Laurel smelled divine. Irresistible. I couldn’t blame Monty for being crazy about him.
My dick remained half hard, pressed against Laurel’s smooth thigh. The fuck had been glorious. He was so responsive and eager. The squirt of his slick out of his hole when he came…
Next time, if I was to do this again, I wanted to be ready with my mouth over Laurel’s hole as Monty fucked him. I would feel Monty’s dick throb when he came and catch the flood of Laurel’s slick on my taste buds.
And then I could fuck Laurel again with Monty’s cum coating my dick.
It took me ages to fall asleep.
Erotic fantasies about what we could do to Laurel together mingled with longing and looming loss in my mind.
Yeah, one day, I’d lose Monty.
But maybe, just maybe, I’d find an omega of my own. A sweet, needy thing, who’d soak up my touches and soothe my pain. I tightened my hold on Laurel, breathed in the delicious scent from his hair, and let myself dream.
The morning could have been way more awkward, but Laurel, the genius he was, had his hands on our dicks the moment he woke up. He stroked my morning wood, humming appreciatively, his other hand moving under the duvet in the same rhythm.
Monty met my eyes and slowly licked his lips. I thought of our kiss last night.
“Can I suck you both?” Laurel asked, his eyes still closed and voice muffled with sleep.
“Be my guest,” I murmured.
Monty didn’t look away from me when he said, “Oh yeah.”
Again, his usually warm, harmless eyes were burning with lust.
Laurel shuffled down the bed between us, dragging the duvet off. The room was chilly, but not enough to dampen my arousal.
I glanced down at Monty’s delicious cock, rearing up next to mine.
Laurel arranged us like a fucking breakfast spread, one knee between my legs, the other between Monty’s, our hips touching.
A dick in each hand, he grinned at us lasciviously and pumped.
He kissed the tip of mine, then mouthed Monty’s.
Fucking hell. This was the hottest thing ever.
I glanced back at Monty and got lost in his fierce gaze. I gasped when Laurel’s hot mouth enveloped my cockhead. He sucked hard while stroking the base, and the arousal flooding me felt almost painful.
Monty reached for me.
Suddenly, I felt exposed. A sitting duck. With Laurel’s tongue dancing along the underside of my dick, I was helpless. Monty wrapped his arms around my neck and shoulders and pressed his mouth to the hollow under my ear. His beard grazed my skin.
Wet heat slid lower down on my shaft, then disappeared, and I cried out, desperate. I clutched Monty to me, my fist in his hair. He bit the tendon on my neck.
“Love the way you smell in the morning,” he murmured.
He shouldn’t be saying shit like that to me. Not now, not ever.
Laurel moaned, the sound muffled, and Monty shuddered against me.
I peered down to see Laurel’s lips stretch around Monty’s girth. Laurel’s slim hand still moved up and down my length, keeping me on edge. Then Monty’s big paw joined it, cupping my wet cockhead. He circled the piercing with his thumb, and I groaned with pleasure.
Monty opened his mouth over the side of my throat, licking and suckling, and my eyes fell shut. The orgasm rushed through my balls and up my dick, sudden and inevitable.
Just as I was about to spurt, Laurel took my cockhead into his mouth. Both his and Monty’s hands stroked and milked me, and Laurel sucked the cum out of me.
I shivered, both ecstatic and furious.
How dare they give this to me, forcing me to glimpse this kind of joy, only to take it away again?
Please, don’t take it away…
I clung to Monty, carding my fingers through his short, wavy hair, as he moaned into my skin.
Laurel let go of my dick and was now back to sucking Monty’s.
I held my big bear to me, soaking up the sloppy, open-mouthed kisses he rained on my throat.
He shivered as he came, whimpering as if he were in pain.
Laurel sat up, wiping his mouth with his hand. He swallowed, licked his lips, and stared at us with wild eyes. His pupils were blown and his cheeks flushed.
He looked absolutely feral.
He ate all of our cum, to the last drop. And now he was looking at us like he wanted to eat us alive.
Monty moved first. He tackled Laurel onto the mattress and spread his legs roughly. Laurel’s head landed on the edge of the bed, and he threw it back, crying out as Monty sucked his dick to the root.
I was right there by his side. “Move him. I want his slick in my mouth.”
Monty let go only to say, “I want him to squirt on my tongue,” then he went back to sucking.
“Then we have to make him come twice.”
Laurel whined, grabbing his legs under his knees and pushing his ass up toward us.
I latched on to his rim. With Monty sucking his dick, it took less than a minute. Laurel’s hole began pulsating, clenching on my tongue, and the most delectable slick poured into my mouth, a solid mouthful of fresh pleasure. I swallowed it down and made space for Monty.
It took a little longer the second time.
Laurel got hoarse, his high-pitched cries interspersed with soft groans.
I rubbed my piercing under his cockhead and milked the base of his slender shaft. The few drops of cum he gave me were small, but the taste was powerful.
Monty growled. Laurel must have squirted into his mouth.
Hearing the filthy gulping and sucking noises, I looked up to see him move his head, the muscles on his shoulders straining.
His face was buried between Laurel’s open ass cheeks, and he looked like he wanted to climb inside Laurel’s body.
How could something so filthy be so beautiful?
Laurel sighed, Monty hummed, and the tension slowly bled away.
Silence followed, only the sound of panting breaths left after the frenzy, and fear constricted my throat.
There was no guarantee we’d ever do this again.
I kissed Laurel’s flagging cock, then the soft skin on his underbelly. His womb nestled there. I barely knew why I thought of it. My hand covered the spot and stroked on its own.
Monty straightened on his knees, licking his reddened lips.
I didn’t think.
I sat up, grabbed a fistful of his hair, and pulled him in for a kiss. I shoved my tongue into his mouth, chasing the traces of Laurel’s slick.
Monty kissed me back, bless him. His hand on my neck, fingers digging into my muscles, he seemed just as ravenous.
“Fuck me. You’re gorgeous.” Laurel’s voice added fuel to our kiss.
I ate at Monty’s mouth, and he thrust his tongue deep. We only parted when we needed to breathe.
He blinked at me, then smiled, looking sheepish.
“Seriously, you’re so hot together,” Laurel said. “It’s doing my head in.”
I tore my gaze away from Monty to glance at Laurel. He lay on the rumpled bed, utterly debauched, his hair a mess, legs spread, glistening smears of bodily fluids and red marks dotting his pale skin. He fondled his softening cock, peering up at us blearily.
I felt both their gazes on me, and suddenly, I couldn’t stand it.
If I stayed for a minute longer, I’d break down in tears.
“I’m going to shower,” I said, looking around the bed at the tangled mess of clothing spread on the floor.
I grabbed my jeans and T-shirt, then found my boxers under Monty’s pants.
“I guess I’ll make breakfast, then,” Monty said hesitantly.
“I’ll come downstairs in a bit,” Laurel mumbled, a bit hoarse.
I didn’t look back as I strode to the door. “See you later.”
Naked, I rushed down the stairs to my apartment. I closed myself in the shower, squeezed my eyes shut, and held my face against the streaming water.
I wasn’t going to cry like a baby, dammit. What the hell was wrong with me?
When I’d washed their scent off me, I felt calmer.
I was about to dress in yesterday’s clothes since I’d only had them on for like ten minutes.
Then I realized I’d accidentally taken Monty’s briefs.
Rolling my eyes, I thumped my head against the door.
Fuck my life.