Chapter 55 Warren #2
Marcus chuckled and dropped his grip on Warren’s hair, letting his head drop back down between his thighs. A heavy hand came down on his head, half petting him and half grinding him into the mattress.
“Of course, Warren. Any time.”
The mattress dipped and Warren let out a surprised breath as the space where his head was resting narrowed.
The thighs bracketing his head were bigger, the skin dusted with fine hairs that tickled his ears, and the hand pressing his head down felt like it had doubled in size.
“Fuck,” Warren moaned, his back arching at the sudden sensation of claws scratching over his scalp.
“Good boy,” Marcus said, his voice deeper and even more rumbling than before. “You’re so eager for us, aren’t you?”
He fisted his hand in Warren’s hair and lifted his head up again, and Warren’s brain went static.
Marcus was huge. Warren had seen him in his alpha shift before, but not from this angle. The alpha’s cock rose up above his face, huge and hard where it rested on a ripped eight-pack, the shelf of his pecs and wide shoulders like something from a comic book.
It was so hot.
Sharp canines poked Marcus’s lower lip, glinting white in the morning light, and his heavy brow gave him a predatory look.
“This was what you wanted, right?” Marcus asked, grabbing his cock – impossibly big and mouthwateringly perfect – and slapping it down on Warren's forehead.
“Yes,” Warren said, trying to crane his neck so that he could kiss the enormous cock. He managed to reach the base of the shaft, the soft skin a sharp contrast to the steel-like hardness beneath, and he was startled by how warm it was.
He scooted up, pushing his face into Marcus’s cock and then dropping down to kiss his balls.
The two orbs were resting on the mattress, the skin around them pulled tight, and Warren wished he could fit them into his mouth.
Unfortunately, they were too big and Warren had to settle for licking and kissing them.
“I can’t wait to fuck him like this.” Max’s voice piped up from behind him as he grabbed his ass and spread his cheek, exposing his hole.
Warren jerked. He’d forgotten all about Max, too focused on Marcus and his transformation.
When he looked over his shoulder, he realized that Marcus wasn’t the only one who had indulged his request for an alpha shift.
Max loomed behind him, huge and intimidating, and as he bent down and licked over Warren’s hole, he maintained full and direct eye contact.
Warren couldn’t look away.
After licking him, Max sat up on his knees and exposed his cock. He grabbed the huge length and smacked it down into the palm of his hand, a string of pre-come flying through the air and landing somewhere next to them. He placed the bulbous head against the rim of Warren’s opening.
If he even tried to push that monster inside of him, Warren was going to scream. Taking Max’s cock when he was normal-sized was already a challenge, and like this, it would literally rip him apart.
Max chuckled, brushing the head of his cock up and down over Warren’s rim. “Don’t look so nervous, Warren. I know you can’t take it yet.” He lifted his cock away and slid it between Warren’s thighs instead.
Instinctively, Warren squeezed his legs together. Max started fucking into the vise he created, pushing against his taint before hitting the mattress. Warren clenched his thighs together to maintain the pressure on the thick rod, and pretty soon his thighs were slick and messy.
“You feel so good,” Max murmured, lowering himself down on Warren's back and speeding up his thrusts. He could only fuck the first third of his cock down before hitting the mattress, but he didn’t seem to mind.
Marcus, tightening his fist in Warren’s hair, brought Warren’s face back to the root of his cock.
He let him lick the vein running up the underside of his oversized shaft for a few minutes, grinding his face into it, before pushing him down past the crook of his balls and to his taint.
He had to lift up a bit to give Warren access, but pretty soon Warren was kissing and licking the space behind Marcus’s balls and edging ever closer to the alpha’s hole.
The only way it could possibly get better was if they flipped him over so that Marcus could sit on his face properly.
Warren wanted to be smothered until he couldn’t even breathe.
He decided to make it happen. Twisting his torso, he managed to turn about halfway before Max’s hands on his hips stopped him.
“You want to turn over?” Max asked.
“Yes.”
“Okay,” Max said, lifting up and flipping him onto his back. The alpha scooted back and wasted no time taking Warren’s cock into his mouth.
It felt so good that Warren saw stars.
“Thank you, thank you,” he moaned, looking up at Marcus above him. The sight of his huge cock hovering above his face had him licking his lips, but that wasn’t what he wanted right now.
Warren had a plan, and he was in the perfect position for that plan to come to fruition.
“Can you sit on my face?” he asked, shameless and too turned on to feel embarrassed.
Marcus didn’t move or answer for a beat, and Warren was just about to start feeling humiliated and embarrassed when the alpha laughed and moved forward, planting his massive butt down on Warren's face and crushing his head into the mattress.
He was so fucking heavy. Warren couldn’t breathe; the pressure was so intense.
Marcus stayed like that for what felt like an eternity, shifting his weight and letting his muscular glutes settle on Warren’s face, angling his body so that his hole came to rest on Warren’s mouth.
Warren reached up and placed his hands on Marcus’s thighs, feeling the powerful muscle flex and twitch under his palms while his lungs started to burn and stars danced across his vision.
When Marcus lifted up and let him breathe, he was dizzy.
Max was still sucking on his cock, licking his shaft with slow, lazy swipes of his tongue, taking his time.
Warren came. The orgasm crashed through him, the movement of Max’s tongue on his slit so sharply pleasurable that it almost hurt.
Marcus dropped back down, smothering him again with a commanding growl.
“Let me feel your tongue, Warren.”
Warren obeyed, parting his lips and dragging his tongue as best he could over the tight rim above him.
Sharp claws pressed in on his nipples, and if he hadn’t just come, Warren would have been pushed over the edge again.
Max was still licking his cock, oversensitive and going soft now that he was done coming, and Warren felt like he was vibrating out of his skin.
Warren blinked, coming back to awareness to find both Max and Marcus looking down at him. They were back in their human forms, and Marcus had a worried furrow crinkling his brow. He was lightly patting Warren's cheek, almost slapping him.
“Hey, wake up.”
“I’m awake,” Warren mumbled. The last thing he remembered was fireworks going off behind his eyelids and his cock feeling so sensitive that it hurt.
He must have passed out.
Grinning, he pushed himself up and leaned back against the headrest.
“I passed out,” he said, stating the obvious.
“And you’re okay?” Max asked. He looked worried.
“I feel great.” Warren rubbed his face. His nose was sore. He looked between his two alphas, who were looking at him with identical worried expressions. He chuckled. “Seriously, guys. I feel fantastic. I came so hard.”
“You passed out much faster than I expected,” Marcus said.
“We need to be more careful,” Max agreed.
Warren squinted at them. He’d had a great time, up to and including passing out, and he didn’t want them to be careful unless he specifically asked for that.
“I didn’t tap out,” he pointed out.
“I shouldn’t have cut off your air,” Marcus said, running a hand through his hair. “Next time I’ll just hover so that you can breathe.”
“Please don’t,” Warren said. “I really wanted you to smother me, and then you did it exactly the way I wanted. It was like you were reading my mind. It was seriously, one hundred percent, perfect.”
Marcus didn’t look convinced.
“I promise it was exactly what I wanted.”
Marcus huffed, but the worried line on his forehead smoothed out. He leaned in and kissed Warren on the cheek.
“Tap out before you pass out next time, deal?”
Warren didn’t want to agree to that. He hadn’t known he was going to pass out, and there was no moment leading up to it that he hadn’t enjoyed.
Still, Marcus and Max had not enjoyed it, and that mattered too. Warren didn’t want them to be scared or uncomfortable.
“Okay, I’ll tap out sooner next time.”
“Thank you.”
Marcus kissed his cheek again, and then Max leaned in and kissed his other cheek, and then for the next few minutes, the two alphas took turns hugging and kissing him.
They were interrupted just as things were starting to go from cute and fun to hot and heavy by the door opening and Harland elbowing his way into the room carrying a large tray of breakfast food, juice and coffee.
The smell made Warren’s stomach rumble and his mouth water.
Harland was back in his daytime getup, the rugged leather suit clinging to his body and covering every inch of skin, the helmet reflecting the room and showing Warren a warped image of himself seated between Max and Marcus.
He looked so small compared to them.
“Good morning,” Harland said, his voice muffled by the helmet. He set the tray down on the table near the fireplace. “Bruce made you breakfast.”
He stepped back and sat down on the armchair next to the sofa, feet planted firmly on the floor and looking every inch a king on his throne.
“Thank you,” Marcus said, sliding off the mattress. He put on a pair of sweatpants and walked over to the window to close it. “Alexa, turn bedroom thermostat to seventy degrees.”
“Sorry, I didn’t quite hear that.”
The robotic voice came from the ceiling.
“Alexa, set the thermostat to seventy degrees.”
“Sorry, I’m having trouble understanding you.”
Marcus sighed and walked over to the thermostat on the wall and set the temperature himself.
The sweatpants hung low on his hips, showing off the tapered line of his abdomen, and Warren was having fun watching him walk around the bedroom. The way his cock moved behind the gray fabric of the sweatpants was truly a thing of beauty.
“Are you cold?” Max asked, moving closer.
“Maybe a little,” Warren said. Max immediately bundled him up in his arms and hugged him close.
Warren realized what was going on when Max shifted him around so that Marcus was no longer in his line of sight.
He was jealous of Warren’s attention.
Marcus tossed their clothes at them, hitting Max in the face. “Get dressed, it’s breakfast time.”