Chapter 23 Perry
PERRY
“I can not believe our sweet, innocent Beta was the killer,” Buckle says as he scoops Abel into a hug and spins him around in the parking lot.
I skip beside them. “That was the most fun I’ve ever had on a date. I think Abel needs to be the person to come up with all our dates.”
“Don’t put that much pressure on me!” Abel squeals when Buckle spins him a little higher.
Buckle sets him back on his feet. “It was a blast.” He drops a kiss to Abel’s cheek before chasing after me.
I let him catch me at the truck, where he presses his lips to mine and grinds against me.
It’s scandalous in public, but I don’t care.
I catch the back of his head and pull him closer.
I need more. My Heat is close, and it makes me hornier than usual.
I’m not sure why it’s later than anticipated after thinking it would come earlier after finding my mates, but here we are.
My cock perks to life the more we kiss. I whine, wanting more, but we’re not anywhere safe enough to do something about it.
“Come back to my place,” Buckle whispers against my lips.
“Okay.” There’s no use denying us both what we want right now.
“You can come back to my place too, if you want,” Buckle says to Abel.
Our Beta shakes his head. “Thank you, but no. Please enjoy yourselves, though.” Abel grins. “You can send video if you want.” He nibbles his bottom lip. “It’d be hotter than those links you sent me.”
“I didn’t think you wanted anything like that on your phone,” Buckle says, trying to suppress a smile.
Abel waves a hand. “That was Abel from the other day. This is today Abel.”
“I’m agreeable to it.” I pull Buckle down for another kiss. “Get us home.”
“I’ll fly home so you don’t have to drop me off,” Abel offers.
“We can’t just ditch you like that,” Buckle says.
“You’re not ditching me. I’m offering. That way you can get to the action faster.” Abel winks and instead of waiting for an anwser from either of us, he shifts and flies off. His clothes float to the ground in a pile.
I scoop the warm clothes up, they smell like him and I bury my nose. We’ll get them to him sometime. But right now I need Buckle to do naughty things to me.
I’m trembling with need that coils through me the moment the truck doors slam shut and the cab seals Buckle and me together.
Buckle’s scent is piney, musky, always just this side of wild that makes my head spin, and I can’t stop touching him, even as he’s still clicking his seatbelt into place.
I paw at his arm and the side of his neck, running my fingers through the scruff of his jaw, feeling the solid lines of his body and the heat that radiates off him.
Buckle grabs my hand, grinning, but he’s not really in control. I can feel the pulse hammering in his wrist, see the flush crawl up his throat, the way his breath catches every time I lean closer.
It’s a miracle I haven’t climbed directly onto his lap.
The urge is so strong it clouds my vision.
The parking lot is empty except for a few other vehicles in the lot.
I could ride him right here, windows fogged, radio playing low, and not care if someone catches a free show.
Half of me wants to tangle my fingers in his hair and bite his lip until he growls.
The other half wants him to drive us as fast as possible to his place so he can pin me down and take me apart like we’ve both wanted since Fate told us we were mates.
“I need you, Alpha.” The words scrape out of my throat.
Buckle’s hand squeezes mine. “I know, Perry. I know.” There’s a warning in his voice, but it only eggs me on.
I press my thigh against his, shifting in the seat so our hips knock together. There’s no hiding the slick between my legs. The wetness seeps through my underwear, probably staining my pants, but I’m so far past caring. What are clothes when I’m this close to my Alpha taking care of my primal need?
He tastes me in the air, I can tell. His pupils are blown wide, eyes black as midnight, and he licks his lips like he’s about to feast. My hands are everywhere, tugging at his belt, tracing the veins in his forearm, flitting over his shoulder. I just need to touch him.
One of Buckle’s hands grip the steering wheel and the other cradles the back of my neck, steering me in for a kiss. Our mouths crash together, tongues fighting for space, and his beard rasps my chin raw.
I break away only long enough to pant, “Get us out of here before we do anything illegal.” He laughs, a rasp in his throat, and throws the truck into drive. The moment we’re moving, his hand slides up my thigh, under my jacket, and cups me through my pants.
I whimper, the sound so damn pathetic and needy, and he groans, “Fuck, Perry,” like he’s the one about to come.
The drive is a blur. My skin burns every place he touches me. Finally, he pulls off onto the road that leads to the Rising estate.
To his place.
When he parks, our bodies collide, frantic and graceless, and he’s everywhere, his mouth crushing mine, his hands already inside my pants, and I’m clawing at his shirt, ripping buttons, desperate to feel his bare skin beneath my palms.
“Wait,” he pants. “Inside. I want your scent on my sheets.”
Fuck, how can I deny him that? I’m so wet between my legs I can feel it dripping down my thighs, and I don’t care at all about the mess, don’t care about anything except the way his hands are already on me, shoving up under my shirt and scraping my skin raw.
He moves so fast I don’t realize he’s unbuckled my seatbelt until I’m sprawled across the console, half in his lap. I giggle, but it comes out breathless and high. I dig my nails into his chest, grab at his belt, and he’s right there with me, both of us fumbling to get free.
“Gods, Perry, you’re trouble,” he says, and I know I am.
Every second is in slow-motion. I slide off his lap and race from his truck. He catches me halfway to the porch and swings me around, making me dizzy. I want this. Want him.
He unlocks the door and we’re barely inside when he yanks my pants down so rough and greedy.
The cold air is a shock against my skin.
I wrap my arms around the back of his neck and pull him close.
His lips tastes like salt and something sharp underneath, something that’s just his, and I can’t get enough.
He’s got one hand fisted in my hair and the other already working my hole with deft fingers.
I moan into his mouth, desperate and hungry, and he drinks it down.
He pushes me back, and for a second I’m weightless, hauled over his shoulder and suspended in the air.
“Tell me what you want, Perry.”
“Make me come, Alpha.” There’s no shame in it, only need.
He tosses me on his bed, dark eyes assessing me. His cock’s trapped and stiff in his pants. I crawl up the bed to reach him.
I lick my lips and help him release his dick from its confines. “Fuck. You’re so big.” My mouth waters, but maybe I’m not ready for him to fuck me in the ass. At least not until I’m in Heat, where I can take him easily.
Buckle pushes hair behind my ear. I squeeze his cock before leaning in for a taste.
Fuck. I need him.
I lap my tongue on the underside of his cock, savoring the salty taste of it. He moans above me. His fingers thread through my hair and tug on just the right side of painful.
It might be because of my Omega designation, but I just love the way Alphas fall apart when I take care of them.
I nibble on the tip and lick along the length of him.
I can’t tell what Buckle’s saying, but the way his fingers feel in my hair spurs me on.
The only thing I’m thinking about is getting this big cock down my throat.
I’m not paying attention to anything else other than to bring this man pleasure. So when his hand slips down my back and between my ass cheeks, I moan. He’s not even touching my hole, just rimming it with the pad of his finger.
“God’s Perry, you’re so wet.”
I spread my legs to slide into Omega presenting form. My back arches. I’ve had plenty of practice with past partners, but I don’t want to think about that. Not with Buckle and his tasty pre-cum. I hum and suck, taking as much of him as I can.
Much to my sadness, Buckle removes his finger from around my hole. But the look of pure bliss on his face when he licks my slick from his finger makes me even wetter.
He takes out his phone and tips my head to face him. Anticipation builds in my stomach and I know exactly what his plan is. We’re going to send Abel a video of me sucking Buckle’s cock.
“Look at me, baby.” Buckle tips my chin up to look at him.
My lips never leave his cock. My hands never leave his balls.
Buckle grins. “Good job, baby.” He adjusts something on his phone before turning it towards himself. “Hey babe, are you ready for your show?” Buckle turns the phone back towards me and thrusts into my mouth.
I make the most obscene sounds. My eyes flutter back. Just the thought of Abel watching this later makes my cock harder. I moan and twist my hands around Buckle’s dick to give Abel a show.
I pull away from Buckles dick and wipe the back of my hand across my mouth. “Buckle’s cock is so good, Abel.” I lick my lips and bat my lashes for good measure.
“That’s right baby,” Buckle says as he fists my hair with his free hand.
My eyes shutter closed as I try to give Abel a show and make Buckle feel good.
“So fucking good for me, Perry.” Buckle thrusts a few more times before he pulls out of my mouth.
I whimper, not wanting to be empty. “Come back,” I whine.
“Turn around, show him your pretty little hole.”
I do as instructed and bounce my ass in the air, hoping Abel enjoys the way my ass jiggles.
“You’re killing me, baby.”
Before I can respond, Buckle’s mouth is on my ass. Nibbling one cheek, then the other. I grip the bedsheets and wiggle, needing something more.
“Touch me.” I take my own cock in hand and give it a few strokes.
Buckles nose is in my crack, breathing deeply. I need more.
Buckle knows. It’s as if we share the same brain. He grabs my hips and laves at my hole, making me gasp. The roughness of his beard is so yummy against my skin, but I know it probably won’t feel great in the morning.
“He’s so slick, Abel. So good. He’s sweet. Have you tasted Omega slick? It’s such a treat.”
I’ve already forgotten that we’re recording for Abel and let out a moan.
“I need to touch you. Come here.” I reach for Buckle and he slides down beside me, panting. My slick is smeared all over his beard and I lean in to kiss him. Buckle does a good job keeping the camera aimed on us. I don’t know how he can do it and still kiss me as fiercely as he does.
I climb on top of him and slant our dicks together. This. This is what I need. I scoop slick from my ass and take our dicks in hand as I grind against him.
“Watch us, Abel,” I say. “We’re going to come for you.” My hips work faster, chasing my release.
“Fuck, this is hot.” Buckle watches me through the phone camera. He cups my cheek tenderly and I scent him. My mating gland throbs. I want him to bite me. I offer my throat, hoping he at least grazes it with his teeth.
“I’m close, Alpha.” We’re kissing and it’s as if we’re on another planet.
We’re in another universe that’s just the two of us and the phone.
I hope Abel can see how much we want this.
How much we need it. And how much he’s still a part of this.
“So close, sweetness. I’m so close. Are you watching? ” I look up at the camera when I come.
My breath shutters out of me as ropes of cum shoot across Buckle’s chest.
“Fuck.” He bucks up and his cum joins mine in a mess all over him.
Mine. My instincts take over, and I rub our cum into his skin, marking him. Needing him to smell like me. Like us. But there’s something missing. Abel. I’ve never felt a loss after an orgasm, but him not being here makes my soul heavy.
Buckle’s arm wraps around me and he pulls me to his side so I’m not laying in our mess on him. He kisses my head gently and tosses the phone somewhere. I have no idea if he’s sent it to Abel yet or not. I don’t really care. I just need Buckle to hold me.
“You okay?” he asks.
I nod. “I didn’t think I’d miss Abel taking part in this.” I rub my chest.
Buckle scents me with his head before kissing the tip of my nose. I still smell myself on him, and his lips are intoxicating. I can’t help but kiss him again.
“Abel moves on his own timeline, and I’m proud of him for that.”
“I am, too. I’m just saying I missed his presence.” I miss both of my mates when they’re not around. I find myself constantly thinking about them both, which is inconvenient since I own a sex shop. Often I think about what either of them would be interested in doing in the bedroom.
Buckle holds me close and I snuggle into his side, enjoying the way we smell together. His big arm runs down my back and it’s so comforting.
I look up at him and I can’t help the question. “Do you think Abel will actually watch the video?”
“I think he’ll be too curious not to.”
“Did you send it, or are you going to edit it first?”
Buckle gives me a smirk. “Already sent it. Just waiting for his reaction. I’m hoping it’ll be positive.”