Chapter 26 Sam
twenty-six
Sam
I’m woken up by something soft but firm pressing against my raging erection. My hips flex instinctively, and it’s only when I realize that I’m behind the omega, her ass nestled into my crotch, that I become completely aware of what’s happening.
When we went to sleep, Jo was between Hayden and Kole, but now those two are nowhere to be seen, and my hands are splayed on her stomach under the tiny little tank top she wore to bed.
West is in front of her, his eyes closed as he sleeps soundly, completely unaware of the trap the Russian and the pyro left for us.
She shifts once more in her sleep, and I find myself pressing against her ass again, my eyes fluttering closed. Her supple body has my heart pounding so hard I’m surprised Jo can’t feel it. Her apple-cinnamon arousal swirls in the air, and I have to wonder just what she’s dreaming about.
Carefully, I lift my foot over Jo’s legs and kick West. He jolts awake, then relaxes when he sees it’s just me. We have one of those silent eye conversations where he looks from Jo to me in confusion, before looking around the room for the other two.
Obviously we both want her, and she wants us. That was the case even before I scented her full-on apple pie signature, but given the situation we’re currently in, there hasn’t been a natural opportunity for our relationship to progress…like that.
I look pointedly down at Jo right as she shifts again. Fuck.
My cock pulses once, and it takes everything in me to keep my hips still. It had been torture last night, watching her get changed into this tiny emerald green PJ set, with shorts that barely cover her ass and straps so thin that one rough pull could snap them.
I thought she was hot when all she had to wear were those horrible jumpsuits. Now, though? Her body against mine, her silhouette a clear temptation that has my fingers lightly brushing the skin of her stomach, I’m barely holding it together.
West smirks at me, obviously enjoying my struggle, and then Jo moves again.
This time, though, it’s more insistent, and seems very intentional. I freeze, my eyes narrowing down at Jo as West’s gaze locks on her face, a smirk tilting at his lips.
He leans in close, his voice a whisper. “You know, you’re not nearly as sneaky as you think you are, Siren.”
The little troublemaker sighs, flipping onto her back and looking at both of us. “You know, I fooled you a lot longer than I thought I would.” Her face is flushed, and she bites her lip as she looks between West and me.
A growl leaves me as I move on top of her, pinning both hands above her head.
“You’re gonna pay for that,” I rumble. She meets my gaze, her green eyes wide, her breathing coming in heavy pants.
Her scent spikes, the pheromones making my cock even harder.
“You like teasing, Trouble?” Taunting her, I grind myself against her.
If she weren’t wearing those sassy little shorts, and if I wasn’t wearing pajama bottoms, my head would run right over her clit.
She bites her lip, nodding. “You know I do, Sammy-boy.” Her voice is breathless as I grind into her again. She glances at West.
“Nuh-uh, Trouble. Your doctor won’t save you this time.”
“Who said I wanted him to?” She breathes, her lashes fluttering as I move my hips. Fuck, if this is how she feels with layers between us… “Maybe I want him to join in on this punishment.”
As if that was the permission he was waiting for, West scoots closer, kissing her neck.
“Who said anything about a punishment?” I arch my brow, halting my movements so I don’t cum in my pants. Releasing her arms, I scoot back so I’m sitting between her spread legs. “We may take what we want, but don’t for one second think that you won’t thoroughly enjoy every minute of it.”
With that, my fingers grip the hem of her shorts, and I wait for her signal.
This may be a fun little game, but I’m not going to take any chances when it comes to consent.
She bites her lip, nodding at me before I pull the shorts off, and another growl rumbles in my chest when I see that she didn’t wear any underwear to bed.
Perhaps West’s nickname for her is more accurate than I thought.
Her pussy is glistening with her slick, and when I bend forward, running my nose up the inside of her thigh, she trembles against me.
“Oh,” she gasps, and I look up to see that West has pushed her tanktop up and taken one of her nipples in his mouth.
His hand squeezes the other breast, her own hand covering his, and the contrast of their skin tones is one of the most beautiful things I’ve ever seen.
“Um, Sammy-boy?” Jo asks breathlessly as West continues his worship of her tits. “You uh...you gonna go down there any time soon?”
I smirk up at her, running a finger through her soaking folds. Her back arches, and I stick the finger in my mouth, sucking it clean. “Fuck, I love apple pie.”
Jo moans when I cover her pussy with my mouth, swirling my tongue around her clit. “Shit, Sam!” she cries out, her hand finding the back of my head and pushing down.
If I drown in her slick, then so be it.
Her nails scratch at my scalp, and I groan, the vibration making her cry out again. My hips involuntarily hump into the bed, and I find myself chasing the friction, even as I focus all my attention on the little bundle of nerves that brings my girl the most pleasure.
Mouth still on her, I glance up to see her reaching for West’s dick, a hungry look in her eyes as she licks her lips. He shifts to his knees so his cock is right next to her face. Her hand moves relentlessly, and my best friend’s head falls back as she pumps him up and down.
The moment she screams my name, her legs shaking like she’s lost complete control of her limbs, my own release finds me, and I groan as her slick nearly drowns me, because fuck, that’s good.
Wiping my mouth, I lift my head up to see Jo’s wide-eyed gaze on me while her hand still strokes West. “Fuck, Sammy,” she groans, and I move up her body so I’m laying next to her. She whimpers, pawing at my dick. “You wasted it all.” She frowns.
Mildly amused and still extremely turned on, I lower the waist of my pajamas until my cum-covered cock pops out. She looks between the two of us, an omega whine slipping free as indecision wars on her face.
“Hey,” I cup her cheek, “What’s wrong, Baby? What do you need?”
She shakes her head, looking embarrassed. “Stupid omega stuff. I can’t wait until the suppressants get here.”
“You are an omega,” I remind her gently. And because I’m pretty sure I know exactly why she’s being hesitant, I add, “And that doesn’t mean weakness. Tell me, Jo. What do you need?”
“Your cum,” she says quietly, looking down.
“Where do you want it, Baby?” I ask, running my hand over my cock and gathering as much of the cum as I can.
“Inside me,” she whispers, and then gasps when I grin, using two fingers to push my cum exactly where she wants it.
“Now,” my voice is low as I pump my fingers in and out of her pussy, “do you want to be a good omega for your alpha and beta?”
She nods quickly, her pussy clenching around my fingers. Fuck, it’s hot as hell to think about my cum inside of her. Regardless of the fact that she can’t get pregnant right now anyway, there’s something primal in me that’s satisfied beyond reason at the sight.
“Good girl,” I rumble, and then I’m reaching for West, not caring that I’m touching his ass when I pull him closer to Jo. “Take your beta in your mouth, sweet girl. You want his cum too?”
“Yes,” she nods, and West groans at the sight of our girl opening her mouth for him.
She licks his tip eagerly, and his hand brushes her hair out of her face. “Fuck, I’m so going to lose my license.”
I laugh as she takes him fully in her mouth, my fingers still fucking my cum into her sweet pussy. “I think we’re long past that, brother.”
She hollows her cheeks out, her eyes fluttering closed as she takes him, and West groans again, his hand gently stroking her hair as he struggles to control the pace of his hips. “What a good, sweet girl,” he murmurs, and she clenches around my fingers at his words.
“Mmmm, she likes being told what a good girl she is,” I comment, leaning forward to take her earlobe between my teeth. “Don’t you, Jo? You may have to be tough and take-no-shit everywhere else, but here? With us? You’re our perfect omega, aren’t you?”
She nods, moaning around West’s cock. His hips rock in short, controlled movements, and Jo’s cries grow louder, as muffled as they are, when I crook my fingers upward, stroking her g-spot.
Jo shatters on my hand, her pussy convulsing around my fingers, right as West groans his release.
“Good fucking girl,” he pants as Jo swallows his load straight down her throat.
She pops off him with a gasp, and then he’s leaning forward, taking her face in his hands and kissing her hard.
“You did so good for me,” he murmurs against her lips before kissing her again.
When I remove my fingers from Jo, West has laid down next to her, but his eyes are zoned in on the soaked digits. “I haven’t gotten to taste her yet,” he frowns, running a finger down Jo’s cheek. She looks up at him with wide eyes.
I grin, reaching my fingers over her and watching her reaction as West grabs my hand and takes my fingers into his mouth.
They’re more slick-soaked than cum-covered at this point, but when your omega is involved, it turns out we don’t care what other bodily fluids are involved as long as she’s in the mix.
“Fuck,” West groans as he releases my fingers with a pop. “Damn, Siren, I can’t wait to get down there and taste for myself.”
Jo’s pupils are blown as she looks back and forth between us. “That was the hottest thing I’ve ever seen in my life.”
There’s no time to react before Hayden and Kole come back into the room, both wearing shit-eating grins. “Breakfast is ready, lovebirds.” Hayden winks at us, and I find that maybe I don’t mind the pyro’s antics that much after all.