Chapter 28 Buckle
BUCKLE
Two days of fucking and I’m beat. My knot finally goes down and I sigh a breath of relief. But it’s short-lived.
“Oh, fuck.” When I pull out of Perry, the condom comes out empty.
“What’s wrong?” He asks lazily.
Abel’s face goes pale. “It broke.”
“Well, damn.” Perry snorts and drops his head to my chest. “At least we tried to prevent getting pregnant. But I don’t think it’s so bad of an idea anymore. Getting to know you both, I think we’ll be excellent parents.”
Abel’s shoulders drop, and he nods. “You really will be.”
“Sweetness.” Perry tips Abel’s chin up. “This baby or babies are all of ours. You’ll be their parent, too.” Perry pulls Abel closer to him. “We’re a team. All three of us. Don’t you feel that, yet?”
“I think so, but it’s still hard to believe.”
“Well, believe it,” I say and drop a kiss to the top of his head. He circles a finger around my pec.
“I don’t want to just be a babysitter,” Abel whispers.
“Oh, sweetness, no. You won’t just be a babysitter. You’re our partner. You’ll be in on all decisions. Everything. From the ground up. You were here for me during my Heat as much as Buckle.” Perry looks to me and I nod.
Abel shrugs. “All I did was make you two eat and feed you my dick. That wasn’t—”
Perry holds up a hand. “That’s exactly what I needed. Buckle’s dick was great.” He pats me on the hip. “But we were both too far gone to take care of each other. You did that. Please don’t look down on your contributions to this union. You’re important Abel.”
There’s not much I can contribute to the conversation because I back every one of Perry’s words.
“I wish there was a way we could show you how much you mean to us,” I say.
Abel shakes his head. “No, it’s me. I mess things up in my head. I’m still so damn insecure, even though I shouldn’t be. You’ve both been nothing but…” He sighs. “Amazing.”
“It’s okay, sweetness. You still have a lot of baggage to unpack. We’ll help you every step of the way, but what about going to therapy?”
Abel nibbles his bottom lip. “Riley has asked me about it. I’ve always been too afraid.”
“Why?” I ask. “I went to therapy for a long time. I still go back when I need to. There’s nothing scary about it, especially if you find someone you click with.”
Perry nods. “We can help you find someone. Or maybe Riley can.”
“Okay,” Abel whispers. “I’ll ask Riley tomorrow.”
“Oh, no,” Perry says. “Tomorrow is for rest. That was an intense Heat for all of us, you included.”
Abel’s cheeks go pink. “Okay.”
I rub a thumb across the apple of his cheek. “Riley won’t care. He’s going to be thrilled you helped.”
Abel buries his face in his hands. “Please don’t say things like that. I don’t want to think about him knowing I helped. Maybe he’ll just think all I did was cook for you two.”
Perry snorts. “I think you permanently smell like my Heat.”
Abel’s eyes go wide. “Is that a thing? Will I need to wear scent blockers from now on?” He lifts an arm and sniffs his armpit, but that leaves Perry cackling.
“No, sorry my beautiful Beta, that’s not a thing.” Perry leans in to kiss him on the lips and Abel melts so prettily.
“My turn,” I say and capture Abel in a kiss when Perry pulls away. “So responsive.”
Abel opens for me and gasps when I snake my tongue into his offering. I deepen the kiss and he clings to me.
When we part, I ask, “Do you want to learn the joys of eating ass?”
Abel blinks back at me and Perry cackles.
“What?” I shrug. “The condom broke and I want to taste your slick and my cum.”
Abel licks his lips. “How have I still not tasted your slick yet?”
“See, he’s willing,” I say.
Perry turns and presents his ass to us. “Eat away, my lovely mates.” He wiggles his ass and I can’t help the laugh.
I lean over to Abel. “Smack it.”
“What?”
Perry bounces his ass. “You heard the Alpha, smack my ass.”
Abel holds out his hand and slaps Perry’s bottom in a sad attempt. Perry looks back at him with such a ‘what the fuck was that look’ that I cackle.
“Like this,” I whisper right before I spank Perry. The sound rings out and Perry moans as he shakes his bottom for us.
“Again.”
Abel looks to me, then Perry’s butt. He nods to himself before putting in a much better attempt.
“Yes,” Perry moans into the sheets. Cum and slick dribbles from his hole.
Abel’s eyes stay glued on Perry, then he nose dives right into Perry’s hole.
He grasps Perry’s hips and laps up the cum from Perry’s thighs.
The image gives me an instant hard on that makes me lightheaded.
Watching Abel just go for it is such a turn on.
He’s been hesitant, but apparently not anymore.
“So good.” Abel pulls back and wipes his mouth with the back of his hand.
“Let me taste.” I tug him to me. Surprisingly, he opens to my tongue again and climbs into my lap without a hint of embarrassment. Our cocks slide against each other.
“Let me help,” Perry practically purrs when he wraps his hand around our dicks.
Abel gasps in my mouth, but doesn’t stop writhing in my lap. It’s as if Perry and I take a breath together. We didn’t scare Abel. That’s the last thing I want.
Fuck. Perry’s hand sliding along our dicks. Abel in my lap. I’m hurtling towards yet another orgasm.
“That’s right, sweetness. Take what you need.” I hold him loosely at the hips while he throws his arms around my neck. He kisses my jaw, my neck, my chest, all the while Perry continues to stroke us.
A determined look crosses over Abel’s face. As if he’s thinking too hard about something.
“Let go, Abel,” Perry says as he darts his tongue over the heads of our cocks. “You’re doing so well. So pretty sitting in our Alpha’s lap.”
Abel nods and it’s as if all his cares fall away. He moans into our next kiss, cupping the back of my head, bringing me closer. Poor Perry has to move his head or get squashed between us. He strokes himself in time with his hand.
Abel’s hips stutter, and he gasps out a raw, keening sound. His legs seize around my hips, and for a second I’m afraid he’ll pass out.
A flush creeps up his neck. His pupils are blown wide and bright, and his mouth falls open in awed disbelief as his orgasm overtakes him.
It isn’t a gentle thing. Hot ropes of cum streak his belly, then mine, and also Perry’s hand, which never really let go of either of us.
Every muscle in Abel’s body locks up, then, a moment later, releases all at once.
His entire frame shudders with the aftermath, like he’s just flown for hundreds of miles.
I don’t even notice at first that Abel is crying until I taste salt on his lips.
I stiffen, bracing myself, bracing for that sharp, bitter snapback he gets sometimes, remorse, or some other flavor of pain from his past. But he lets out a sweet little laugh.
The tears keep coming, but they’re laughter, not regret.
His hands are everywhere on me, gripping my arms, touching at my waist, like he’s terrified I’ll disappear if he lets go.
I want him to claw at me like this forever.
Perry is the first to break the silence, letting out a low whistle.
“Oh, Abel,” he says, his voice reverent.
“That was fucking beautiful.” He strokes Abel’s hair, brushing the sweat-soaked strands from his forehead, and Abel leans into the touch hard, like a plant needing light.
Then Perry flicks his gaze to me, his eyes crinkling with mischief.
I laugh, and Abel’s choked giggle follows, less desperate this time.
He looks down at his own chest, then Perry’s palm, and surprising me to no end, Abel brings Perry’s sticky hand up and licks a long, wet stripe up the center, from heel to fingertip.
He tastes himself, then lowers his eyes, cheeks flaming, and for a split second he looks impossibly shy before he grins.
“Okay,” Abel says, voice hoarse. “I think I’m dead.
But if this is what being dead is like, I’m not mad about it.
” Then he collapses onto his side, giggling, and both Perry and I move to cage him in a fort made of our bodies.
Perry bands his arms around Abel’s chest, and I splay my hand over his hip, thumb idly tracing circles where skin slopes into bone.
The air’s thick with pheromones and the honeyed musk of fucking, but even sweeter is the warmth of Abel’s body pressed between us, so thoroughly and perfectly trapped.
Perry nuzzles into Abel’s neck, inhaling deeply like he’s imprinting this precise moment forever. “We should clean up our Beta,” he murmurs, voice all velvet. “He’s so messy.” He plants a kiss just below Abel’s ear, licking up a bead of sweat, and Abel shivers again, this time in obvious pleasure.
I smirk. “What about me? I’m pretty sure I’m covered, too.”
Perry slides his gaze over my body, eyes going heavy-lidded.
“You can wait. Abel got the worst of it.” His tongue darts out, catlike, and he leans down to lap at the pearly streaks on Abel’s stomach.
The noises Abel makes, half-moan, half-squeal, are so honest and primal I fight my body to keep from getting hard again.
Abel’s curiosity is a living thing, and he doesn’t stay content for long. He swipes a finger through the cum on his chest, considers it, and then sucks it into his mouth. His tongue licks over his teeth, as if he’s trying to decide if he likes the taste.
Perry makes a sound of delight, and claps his hands. “Abel, you’re a natural. Look at you.”
Abel’s ears go scarlet. “Shut up,” he mutters, but the words are soft, playful. He glances down at my cock, not even pretending he’s not curious. “You didn’t come yet, though.” His voice goes smaller. “Do you want me to…”
I have to bite my cheek to keep from groaning. Abel’s so earnest, and it flips some switch in me I didn’t know I had. “You don’t have to,” I say. “Not unless you want to.”
Abel chews his lower lip, then slides his hand along my thigh. His palm is hot, a little shaky, but he doesn’t pull away. “I want to,” he says, almost to himself. “I want to see if I can.”