Chapter 15 #2
Jamie’s eyes snap my way, widening with question. “He is?”
I nod, a rush of exhilaration flooding me. “He is.” I lick my lips. “Stand up Jamie,” I command him.
He looks at the other two alphas hesitantly before getting to his feet. “Now what?” he asks as my eyes land on his very erect dick straining against his jeans and I swallow hard.
I’m going to be the one fucking him today, but damn it if I’m not counting down the days when I get to have each and every one of their knots locked inside my ass, pumping me full of their release.
A small whimper slips free and I have to shake my head, bringing me back to the here and now.
I look over to Alaric and Tatum. “I want you both to sit on your hands. You are not allowed to touch yourselves. Your punishment is to sit and watch.”
“Sit and watch what?” Alaric grumbles as he does as he’s told. A thrill rushes through me to see how easily my alpha is willing to comply with my demands without knowing why.
“You’ll see.” I nod toward Tatum. “Let’s go, Mr. Walsh.”
“This is bullshit,” he mutters, adjusting himself before sitting on his hands. “Happy?”
“Very.” I give him a satisfied smirk before bringing my attention back to Jamie.
I can see his chest rising and falling, pupils nearly black as he waits like a good boy for his instructions.
“You like being a brat?” I ask Jamie, cocking my head to the side.
“Ah, yes?” He blinks, licking his lips.
“You like embarrassing me in front of the class?”
His eyes widen. “What? No, of course not.”
“But you do. It’s embarrassing to have you tempting me, forcing me to have a fucking boner.” I growl. “Now, that’s not very nice is it?’
“N-no.” His breathing picks up, and I can smell his bergamot and sandalwood scent coming off him in waves.
I breathe in deeply, groaning as I palm my cock, giving it a squeeze.
Jamie’s nostrils flare, his hand reaching for his own dick.
“Don’t touch,” I demand and his hands snap away. “Brats deserve to be punished. This is your punishment, Jamie.”
“What is?” he breathes out, looking both scared and thrilled.
“Get on your knees. Now.”
He blinks at me in shock but does as he’s told and gets to his knees.
“Now what?” he asks, voice breathy.
“Now, I want you to fucking crawl to me, Jamie.”
He whimpers, fucking whimpers, for me, as he gets down on his hands and lifts his head. Slowly, he makes his way over to me.
I nearly fall apart as I watch not just any alpha, but my alpha, fucking crawl to me like a needy little slut, his chest heaving with desire, craving me so fucking much he’d do anything I ask of him.
It’s a power I could become addicted to.
My hands find the edge of my desk, gripping it tightly as I struggle to stay in control.
Jamie’s heavily lidded eyes stay locked on mine, chest rising and falling quicker the closer he gets to me.
He crawls to me until he’s at my feet then sits back on his knees and looks up at me, his blue eyes burning bright with desire.
I’m captivated, in fucking awe of this man. Mine. He’s fucking mine. Reaching out, I cup his cheek. He moans, eyes fluttering shut as he leans into my touch. I brush my thumb against his cheek.
This is the second time I’ve had him on his knees for me. But unlike last time, I’m not terrified of what's about to happen. No, I’m fucking starving for it.
“Good boy.” My voice is husky, thick with need.
He groans, eyes fluttering open. I look behind him. Alaric and Tatum are sitting on their hands still, but they look very uncomfortable. It makes me smirk.
“What now?” Jamie asks in a whispered voice.
“Take my cock out, Alpha,” I command.
He’s quick to do as he’s told, his fumbling hands working at my zipper. He grabs the waist band of my slacks and pulls them down, then groans as he stares at my cock straining against my boxers.
Licking his lips, he grabs the hem of those too and pulls them down.
My cock springs free, slapping him in the face. He moans as precum drips down his forehead and nose. He doesn’t move, my cock just hanging heavy, resting against his face.
“Such a good fucking boy,” I growl. “See. You can listen. You just choose not to.”
“I can be good.” Jamie groans, licking his lips when a drop of precum slides down. “I can be so fucking good.”
“I know you can.” I fist my cock.
Jamie leans back, eyes locked on my shaft as I stroke myself slow and rough. Starting at the base I glide my hand up, gathering my precum and using it as lube as I coat my cock.
I’m so fucking aroused I feel like I’m seconds away from cumming. There’s so much left I want to do with this man, so I know I’m going to have to take the edge off now, so I can last longer for what I have planned next.
Shoving my pants and boxers down to my knees, I lean back on my desk, widening my legs to give Jamie better access for what he’s about to do. “Two fingers, Jamie,” I pant out. “In me, now.”
“Fuck.” He groans as he brings his hand up and slides two fingers inside me.
I moan, eyes rolling back as he starts to fuck me with his fingers. He’s good, knowing just what to do as he thrusts in and out of me, crooking his fingers against my prostate, making me see fucking stars.
“Fuck.” I hiss. “Oh fuck.”
“So fucking beautiful,” he groans out.
It feels so fucking good, but it’s not enough. I need more. I need to be fucking filled.
“More.” I grunt, working my hand faster.
Jamie adds a third finger, stretching my hole a little more. Still not enough.
He pumps me a few times before I shake my head, my hand gripping the desk as I resist the urge to fuck into his fingers.
“More.” I growl harshly. “More.”
“Beckham?” he asks, sounding concerned.
My eyes snap open. “I said more, Alpha. Now be a good fucking boy and do what you’re told.”
He swallows hard and nods, adding a fourth finger.
“Fuckkkk.” I whimper. It feels good, so fucking good but because of the angle, he’s not able to get as deep as he was before.
“I need more.” I whine. “Give me all you’ve got, Jamie.”
“Holy fuck.” Jamie breathes. “Are you sure?”
“Do as you’re told, Jamie.” Alaric growls, his voice sounding like he’s hardly in control.
My eyes flick over to see Alaric and Tatum still sitting on their hands, but they look seconds from going full animal, their nostrils flaring, chests heaving, eyes lidded with pure hunger. They like what they see, and I want to give them more.
Jamie slides his thumb into me, his whole hand popping inside.
I’m an omega. I’m meant to be able to take a hell of a lot more than his fist, and I have.
“Holy fuck.” Jamie growls, thrusting his fist in and out of me, fucking me with his hand. The sound of my slick as he thrusts his fist deeper and deeper inside me makes my body hum with pleasure.
So much fucking pleasure.
Lips parted, I look down to watch my slick running down his arm as he pounds into me.
The sight is the hottest thing I’ve ever seen.
It’s too much. He’s too much.
When his fist glides along my prostate, I fucking lose it.
“Oh fuck. Oh fuck. Fuckkkk,” I cry out, my body seizing up, my hole clenching around Jamie’s arm as I cum hard.
My cock jerks in my hand, thick ropes of cum spurt out, hitting Jamie in the face.
I can hear the other alphas cursing up a storm, but I pay no mind to them, my eyes locked on the alpha below me.
I watch, lips parted as I take in gasping breaths cumming hard, so fucking hard, it’s never ending.
So much cum covers his face, his eyes, his lips.
He opens his lips, growling as he desperately tries to get as much in his mouth as he can.
Finally, after what feels like hours, my climax starts to come down.
“I just came in my pants.” Jamie groans as he pulls his hand out of my ass.
I look down at him in awe. He’s a fucking mess, his face covered in my cum, his arm coated with my slick.
“You’re so fucking beautiful,” I breathe out and fuck me, the smile he gives me, one of pure happiness makes me want to fucking cry. This man, all of these men, will be the death of me.
And I’m starting to think maybe that won’t be so bad.
“But you’re also a mess.” I grab a handful of his hair and yank him up.
He moves with a grunt, stumbling to his feet, staring at me with wide lust filled eyes.
Leaning forward, I lick up his cheek and moan as my salty release hits my tongue.
“Did you really cum in your pants?”
“Yes.” He groans.
“Bad boy.” I growl and he whimpers. I look over his shoulder to the other two alphas. “Did you?”
“No,” Alaric grinds out. “Even though my cock feels like it’s going to fucking explode.”
“You’re mean.” Tatum groans, shifting in his seat. “But no.”
“Good boys.” I grin, fucking high on power right now. “As a reward, I’ll let you have a taste. Come clean up your alpha.”
The two of them get to their feet and make their way over, each step controlled even though I can see the raw need in their eyes.
They stop on either side of Jamie and I yank his head back. They lean in and both start cleaning my cum off Jamie’s face.
My cock is already hard again. Actually, I don't think it even went down.
The two of them growl as they taste my release, like it’s their favorite fucking thing to eat. Jamie’s eyes are closed, looking like he’s in pure heaven.
I’m not done with him. “Enough,” I tell the two. They stop and lick their lips, taking a step back.
With my hand still wrapped around Jamie’s hair, I pull him around my desk then shove him over it.
He goes down with a grunt, his face pressed to the cool wood.
“You can’t help yourself, can you?” I ask Jamie, letting go of his hair. “You just have to keep being a fucking brat.”
“I’m sorry.” He groans as I make quick work of his pants and get them down around his knees.
I look between Tatum and Alaric who are still standing there, watching, fists at their side.
“I think he needs to be punished more, don’t you?”
“Yes.” They both growl at the same time.
“Oh fuck.” Jamie moans. He’s loving every single moment of this.