Chapter 27 Abel
ABEL
Perry’s and Buckle’s tongues meet around my cock and I involuntarily thrust forward.
My balance isn’t all that great standing on the soft bed, or the pillows.
But HO LEE FUCK. I grip the headboard with both hands behind me, trying everything to keep from coming in two seconds. Their tongues feel so good.
A blow job has been on my fuck list from the beginning, but I never thought I’d have two mouths on me at once. Never thought I’d have one Fated mate, let alone two.
Perry moves to lave at my balls, and my knees almost buckle. One of my hands flies to the back of his head and he pulls away to grin.
“You can do whatever you want with me,” he says before going back to worshiping a spot only I’ve ever touched before. He seems so happy perched on Buckle’s cock. Perhaps happy isn’t the right word. Blissful.
My eyes flutter back as they do something together along my cock. Neither uses their hands and I can’t imagine how much more overwhelming it would be.
“I need your cum,” Perry says, but I don’t know if he means mine or Buckles. Or both.
“I’m close,” I say as I concentrate on not falling into them. Perry’s bucking picks up, as does his ministrations on my cock.
Buckle swipes his tongue along the underside of my dick, and I squeeze the headboard.
“Fuck.” My orgasm funnels out of me, hitting them across the cheeks, their chins, chests.
Perry moans as he rubs my cum into his skin, then licks it from Buckle. He tugs me down to my knees and kisses me.
Buckle’s head goes back. “Fuck. I’m gonna come. Do you want my knot?”
“Yes, knot me Alpha. Knot me.” Perry grinds down harder, his fingers digging into Buckle’s shoulders.
Our Alpha roars as he comes. Perry shoots across his and Buckle’s chests.
Before Perry can slump onto Buckle’s chest to wait out the knot, I swipe my finger through our mixed releases.
Perry’s eyes track my finger. If he wasn’t watching, I’d probably chicken out, but with his hungry look, I feel bolder and suck my finger clean.
The shot of salt hits my senses first, then there’s something delicious under that. My eyes go wide and I go for another taste, but Perry steals my finger for himself. My cock tries to rally, but it’s way too early for that.
Buckle pants and rolls the two of them on their sides. I wish I could be locked in with them.
“I need you, too, Abel.” Perry gestures for me to lay in front of him and I do, facing him. I cuddle close. Anything to make Perry’s Heat easier on him.
This is my first time being in a bed with someone naked.
My cock really rallies this time. Perking back to life the moment Perry throws his arm around my waist and pulls me closer.
He nuzzles into my neck, scenting me and I melt into the bed, relaxing more than I have since I sensed his Heat earlier.
Buckle’s fingers brush my hip and I wiggle closer to Perry for better contact with my mates. Perhaps it’s selfish of me since Perry needs us, but I need both of their touch.
“I should be good for a little while now,” Perry says.
“My Heats aren’t normally very long. Usually a day or two.
Then I take a day for recovery.” He brushes the hair from my face and gazes into my eyes.
It’s like we’re one person, all three of us.
Perry subtlely moves his hips, his cock brushes against mine.
“If you keep moving, my knot won’t go down,” Buckle laughs and squeezes Perry around the middle.
“Maybe that’s exactly what I want. I love being filled with a big cock.”
I have to wonder what it feels like, but I’m not entirely sure I’m ready. Maybe I am. I have a feeling I’ll be doing more than getting a blow job during the next few days.
Buckle’s knot goes down eventually and my eyes go wide at how filled the condom is when he takes it off.
We all sleep for a few hours, tangled in each other’s arms. Their mingled scents make my hawk happy. Makes me happy, too.
I’m the first one to stir and pull away from Perry slowly, hoping not to wake him.
I tiptoe to the chair and grab my oversized shirt before sneaking from the bedroom.
They still need their rest, but I can make something to eat.
Perry always has the most stocked kitchen of us all, and I work on making a nice stew.
I hope we can eat before his next wave hits.
It’d be a tragedy not to get some nourishment in him before he needs Buckle’s knot again.
My cheeks feel like a stove lives inside my skin. What would it be like to ride Buckle’s knot? Heck, what would it be like to be filled with all his cum? I press my hands to my cheeks and shake my head. That’s for future me to experience. Right now I’m making my mates sustenance.
I’m stirring the stew when big arms come up behind me. Buckle rubs his head along my shoulder.
“Are you doing okay?” He asks me.
I hum as I nod. “Quite an experience.”
He spins me to face him. “But you’re okay? You don’t have regrets.”
I grin up at him and tug him down for a kiss. It’s simple. I haven’t quite mastered anything more sensual, but he lets go of his tension like I hoped. “No regrets.”
“Good.” He nuzzles along my neck.
“Are you okay?” I ask as my head fills with questions. So many questions.
Buckle’s lips twitch. “What is it?”
“Do you continuously come when you’re knotting?”
He swipes a hand through his hair and laughs. “Yeah, takes a lot out of a guy. But it’s the first couple moments that are the most intense.”
I nod and go back to stirring the stew. “Makes sense. You’d probably lose consciousness if it was intense through the entire knotting.”
“Probably.” He chuckles and grabs a few bowls from the cabinets. “What can I help with?”
My timer goes off for the rolls, and I nod to the oven. It’s like we’re of a single mind, working together to make sure Perry gets fed.
“There you are,” Perry pouts. He rubs at his eyes when he enters the kitchen. His pheromones threaten to overpower me, but I push through the best I can. He’s naked, cock hard and leaking. I lick my lips, wanting another taste. He smirks. “Hello, sweetness. And what is this you’ve made for us?”
“Stew. I put a few things you had in the fridge together. And some rolls. I hope it’s okay.”
“Sweetie, you’re an excellent cook. I won’t ever refuse anything you’ve made.” Perry crooks his finger at me and my dick hardens, lifting the hem of my borrowed shirt. We kiss and my eyes flutter closed. Both of my men kiss me so differently, so perfectly.
Perry’s skin is on fire where we touch. He tugs me closer by the shirt and rubs his dick against me before his eyes shoot open at the same time mine do and he stumbles away. I’m left unstable from the action.
“I’m sorry. I didn’t ask,” Perry says. His cheeks are so red. “You’ve made it very clear that you’re not ready for a lot. Especially all at once.”
I swallow. “So’kay. How long do you think you have before the next wave hits?”
He’s already flushed all over, as if it’s already starting.
“We should have time to eat.”
Buckle pulls out chairs for both of us and ushers us to sit. The plate of rolls is already on the table. He ladles the stew into bowls and places one in front of each of us before sitting himself.
We eat in silence for what feels like forever before I open my big mouth.
“I’d like to suck your dicks.”
They both sputter. As if they practiced, they wipe their mouths in unison before turning to me.
I slurp up a few more mouthfuls, but can’t stop smiling. “What?”
“You can’t just say shit like that while we’re eating,” Buckle says with a laugh.
Perry shrugs. “I don’t mind and I’ll let you practice to your heart’s content.” He shoots Buckle a look. “You can’t say you wouldn’t let him drink down your cum like it’s ambrosia. Not with how you love to beg for me to suck you off whenever we get the chance. Sometimes while we’re eating.”
I stifle a chuckle and sop up the last bits of my stew with a roll. “So is that a yes to sucking your dicks?”
“I have no objections,” Perry says.
My face burns at my boldness. Who switched my brain, because this isn’t me. Or is it? Perry and Buckle have both proven they’re happy to wait for me. But... I’m ready.
Sweat beads on Perry’s forehead, and he sighs. “But maybe later. I feel another wave coming.” He looks up at Buckle.
I nod and push to my feet with my bowl. “Go do what you need to. I’m going to clean up, then I’ll join you.” I want to suck them off when they aren’t distracted by a Heat wave.
“You can leave it,” Perry says.
“Oh, no. I’ll get anxious if I do that. Plus, I want to save the leftover stew so it doesn’t go bad. I’ll be in shortly.”
“I think I want a shower.” Perry tugs Buckle to him. “Fuck me in the shower?”
“Gladly.”
Before long, the two are very loud in the bathroom. My cock stays hard as I wash the dishes and pack away the stew. I know exactly when they get out because they’re laughing. Apparently, Buckle knotted Perry, and he’s carrying him to the bed.
Nerves get the better of me and instead of joining them in the bedroom, I curl up on the couch. Their pheromones infiltrate the entire house. It’s so overwhelming that I fight to stay conscious just like earlier. My cock throbs. I wait it out until I can stand again.
On wobbly legs, I make it to the bedroom where they’re locked together. Perry’s on top, his hole spread wide with Buckle’s knot.
Buckle sees me first, and he holds out a hand. “Come here.”
I crawl in next to him. The bed is so warm from them. Perry rides Buckle’s cock and throws his head back. He reaches for my hand and I let him glide it over his chest. His hard nipples rub against my palm and I moan.
“Need your touch, Abel.” Perry undulates his hips slowly. It’s not the frantic need from earlier. It’s more sensual now. It doesn’t feel like sexual chaos anymore.
Trying to be brave again, like earlier, I push to my knees. My heart pounds when I cup the back of his head and pull him in for a kiss. He clutches me, refusing to release me from his hold, and I don’t care. In my own little way I can help my Omega feel better.
Slowly, we pull away from each other. My heart pounds and my lips tingle. It’s as if he’s bewitched me and I’ll happily be his thrall. Pheromones whirl around the room, and while they’re potent, they don’t seem to affect me too harshly in this moment. That feels like a win.
“Do I get a kiss, too?” Buckle asks.
I lean down to kiss him, and it’s just as magical. Perry whines as he bounces on Buckle’s cock the best that he can while still locked together. He gropes for me again, his eyes shutter closed as he rubs my hand all over his heated skin. He’s slick with sweat.
“I need more.” Perry cries as he grinds down hard on Buckle’s cock. Our Alpha grimaces and holds Perry still while thrusting into him. “More.” Perry drags his nails across Buckle’s chest.
“Can I help?” I ask. “How can I help?” I’ll do almost anything.
“You can feed me your cock again.” He bats his lashes as I push to my feet.
The bed still feels unstable, but Buckle wraps his hands around my calves to keep me standing.
Perry’s hands go to my hips and he licks the tip of my cock poking from under the oversized t-shirt.
I latch on to his shoulders so I don’t topple over from the divine pleasure coursing through my body at that little bit of touch.
“This is such a lovely view,” Buckle chuckles and squeezes my calf. I hadn’t even thought about the show he’d get. “Take off your shirt, babe.”
I do and toss it over to the chair in the corner. Perry’s hands are all over me. Stroking my chest, my hips, my dick.
“So pretty,” Perry coos before leaning in and taking my entire dick in his mouth. I choke on air and almost fall back, but Buckle keeps me stable.
“What do I do with my hands?” The question comes out more frantic than I intended as I flail them around.
Perry grabs one and places it on his head. He takes the other and rubs it along his chest like before.
He leans back for air. “Don’t be afraid to fuck into my mouth. I can take it. And I want to swallow every drop.”
Buckle moans below us. I’m straddling his chest.
“Don’t worry, Alpha,” Perry says. “I’ll share my spoils with you.” He gives another bounce and Buckle moans again. “I keep squeezing his cock on purpose,” Perry whispers before going back to my cock.
I thread my fingers through his silky hair and thrust. Who the hell am I?
Perry moans and grips my hips harder. His tongue does wondrous things along my balls and shaft.
It’s hard to stand, but I do it for him.
I swear I’ve never felt such pleasure in my life.
Perry knows exactly how to make a guy feel good.
He chokes himself on my dick on purpose.
I’m not sure I like those sounds, but he seems so content and happy to slurp my shaft, I don’t bother stopping him.
No, it takes all my concentration to stand.
Too soon, the telltale signs of an impending orgasm rattle through me. “I’m gonna—”
Perry does something, and it trips my orgasm over the line.
He stares up at me as cum paints his tongue while I come.
There’s no aiming, and I drip down his cheeks and chin.
Before I can lean in to taste myself on his skin, he pushes all remains into his greedy mouth.
He nods to Buckle and I have to chuckle, remembering he said he’d share with our Alpha.
I move out of the way and Perry leans in to kiss Buckle with a mouthful of my cum.
Just the sight of them makes my cock take interest again.
I never knew I was this into being a part of sexual acts.
Even if it’s just a couple of blow jobs.
Maybe it’s just because these are my mates.
The guys in the porn videos never really did anything for me.
Perry cuddles into Buckle’s chest, and he reaches for me. “Lay with us.”
How can I deny him? My Omega is in Heat and asking for me, of course I oblige.