Chapter Twenty ABBIE #3
“No kidding,” I say a little breathlessly as pheromones fill the air, thick with arousal.
It’s probably a good thing I already know the movie’s plot, because my gaze can’t help roaming from one twitching blanket to the next.
A few people are getting busy out in the open, and my gaze skips over them without lingering.
Orgies were common when Booker was president, and we quickly learned to give them a wide berth, often heading here to take refuge in the old bubblegum factory.
Sometimes we weren’t quick enough, though, and we saw things that left us cold and sick to the stomach.
Mom would tell me it was adults’ business and to put it out of my mind, but I distinctly remember that the sweetbutts and old ladies were always subdued in the morning, and some of the women didn’t come out of their rooms for a couple of days.
“You okay?” Wings asks, his arms tightening around me.
I realize I’m gripping his thighs, my gaze locked sightlessly on the screen, and I force myself to relax.
I can hear soft moans coming from the other blankets, but there’s none of the aggression in the air that I remember.
As far as I can tell, everyone seems to be having a good time, and I force myself to unclench a little more.
“I’m good,” I whisper, turning in his arms to catch his lips in a kiss.
My mouth is still a little swollen from the ravaging Pitt gave it earlier, so he keeps the kiss light, his thumbs slowly stroking my cheeks.
It’s the perfect balm to my frazzled nerves, and I sigh into his mouth, wondering again how I got so lucky to have Wings in my life.
Despite our all-consuming kisses, I’m fully aware of my other mates at our side. Pitt’s hand has slipped higher to feather over my ribs, while Bluff is stroking my thighs, his fingers skimming every now and then over my panties.
“Really?” I murmur against Wings’ mouth. “We’re doing this here?”
“Newest pack in the club,” Pitt says, his hand sliding under my tee to cup my breast. “We don’t have to, but no one’s gonna be surprised if we do.”
I get that, and it’s not like I’m all that shy about enjoying my mates, but I’m conscious that this is probably Wings’ first movie night as an omega. “What do you want, beautiful?” I ask, cupping his cheek. “We can go back to our room if you prefer…”
“I’d really like to fuck you right here,” he says, his dove gray eyes like liquid silver in the light from the screen. “But I’ll settle for a few more of those kisses if you have some to spare.”
“You can have all the kisses,” I tell him, feeling a little breathless at the heat in his gaze. I glance at our alphas, seeing a similar excitement simmering in their eyes. “Maybe the guys can be on lookout while I take care of you.”
Pitt arches a brow at me, but Bluff is already peeling back the edge of the blanket. “As long as I can take a peek now and then.” He grins at my flushed face. “I’m more of a Star Trek fan.”
I’d roll my eyes if I wasn’t already dying for a taste of Wings.
Taking a last breath of popcorn-laden air, I duck under the blanket, and Pitt gives a soft chuckle as I settle between Wings’ thighs.
He’s wearing jeans and a tee under his cut and my head swims at the scent of fresh laundry, old denim, and his own dark chocolate fragrance.
I push his tee up a few inches, the muted light from the screen painting his stomach in a golden glow.
But I can’t resist the lure of him for long, pressing an openmouthed kiss over his groin.
His erection jumps under my lips, and I hear him hiss at the tight confines of his jeans.
“I can make that all better,” I promise him, easing down his zipper and nuzzling into his boxers. He smells so sweet, I can’t hold back a groan, and he touches my head, his fingers gingerly cupping the back of my nape. “You can hold me, Wings. Feel everything I’m doing to you.”
He shudders under me, but his grip tightens, and I smile as I pull his hard cock free.
It’s so pretty in the dappled light, and I hum as I lick up his shaft, my thighs growing wet at the delicious slide of his warm skin.
His hips jerk, and I take his crown between my lips, sucking gently on the head.
As his fingers flex on my neck, I take him deeper, my hand cupping his balls.
They’re so hot and full, and I groan as I feel slick trickle between his cheeks.
I rub it into the taut skin behind his balls, loving the way his hips jerk as I skim a touch over his sweet hole.
“Is she going deep enough, Omega?” Bluff asks, his voice hoarse with arousal. “Your face is going kinda red.”
I smirk at Wings’ strangled groan, but I pull away from his hole, focusing all my attention on his throbbing cock. With the illusion of cover from the blanket, I don’t hesitate to give it my all, slurping and sucking until Wings is shuddering under me.
“Our butterfly is probably getting a little parched under there,” Pitt says, earning another groan from Wings. “You gonna give her something to take the edge off, brother?”
“I’ve got an idea,” Bluff rumbles, and the next moment his hand is under the blanket and nudging my thighs apart. I assume I’m about to get another perfect finger-fucking until the tip of his beer bottle pushes between my slick folds.
Oh my god…
I groan so loudly, I’m not surprised one of them tweaks the blanket back into place. But I’m beyond caring what kind of spectacle I’m making, my greedy body reveling in the fact that it’s suddenly stuffed full at both ends.
“Yeah,” Bluff says, his voice close enough to make me moan, “she’s definitely feeling a little greedy under there.”
“He looks close, sweetheart,” Pitt adds, his hand back on my breast, squeezing and pulling at the tender flesh. “You think you can deepthroat him a little more? Maybe nudge him over the edge so he can give you his come?”
I gurgle something nonsensical, my thighs shaking as Bluff slides the bottle in and out of my pussy.
The chill of the glass against my overheated channel is enough to make my eyes roll back, but it’s the thrill of the taboo that makes me gush with slick.
When the tip of the bottle catches on my sensitive clit, I claw at Wings’ thighs, almost choking on his cock.
He mutters a breathless curse, his release spurting down my throat as my own orgasm rips through my body and wrings me dry.
I’m still panting around Wings’ cock when Pitt peels back the edge of the blanket and says, “Fuck, that was the hottest thing I never got to see.”
“Oh my god,” I pant, dragging myself up my omega’s body to latch onto his slack mouth. He looks as wrecked as I feel, and I shake my head as I bury a grin in his throat. “I told you I’d give you all the kisses.”