Chapter 16 #2
Jamie and Tatum come in, effectively ending the conversation as they plop onto the floor amidst the pillows and blankets.
“Find a movie for us, and I’ll grab snacks,” I say.
“We just ate…” Beckham says, confused as he watches me.
“Tatum and Jamie will be hungry again in about a half an hour.” I sigh. “There will always be snacks in our house, and some type of candy because until Jamie is playing football again, he has a wicked sweet tooth.”
“I have to enjoy the junk food while I can.” Jamie groans. “I’ll be carb loading before I know it.”
“He loves it, and his ass looks amazing when he plays. It’s the perfect bubble butt.” Tatum chuckles as I walk out.
I can hear them chatting as I make popcorn, making sure to fill a bowl with chocolate mixed in for Jamie. I meant it when I said he liked his treats. Filling a tray, I bring it all back to the living room, along with bottles of water.
“What are we watching?” I ask easily, dropping into the nest of blankets.
Jamie names a fantasy movie that will definitely put Tatum to sleep, making me grin. I turn down the lights completely, getting comfortable next to Beckham. I can feel his gaze on me more than the movie, and I press my lips to his ear.
“You’re going to be lost if you don’t pay attention, Professor,” I tease him. I don’t mind playing into the teacher-student aspect as long as it doesn’t weird him out.
“Maybe I want to study something else, Mr. Gable,” he breathes out.
Smirking, I reach up and dig my fingers into the tight muscles of his neck. He groans and Jamie perks his head up, tugging on Beckham’s legs so they’re in his lap. I adjust myself so that his upper body is sprawled over mine, purring to help him relax.
I’m not an idiot. I see the shadows still under his eyes and how tense he is. I hate that I’m not sure how well he’s sleeping, and I am fully prepared to turn this into a sleepover to make sure he sleeps well.
“Holy fuck, I might fall asleep here.” Beckham groans, breathing life to my thoughts as I chuckle against his skin.
“Tatum is already headed there,” Jamie says. “Movies are an excuse for naps.”
“Why wouldn’t you just nap if you’re tired?” Beckham asks.
“You’re here, for one,” I murmur. “Two, consider Jamie and Tatum the equivalent of overstimulated toddlers. Movies always make Tatum fall asleep.”
“I power through with chocolate.” Jamie chuckles, getting comfortable between Beckham’s thighs.
Fuck yes. Puppy pile for the win. Today is going exactly how I want, and Beckham isn’t trying to move away. Hold on tight, baby, this is just the beginning of things.
I have dinner plans and a soak for Beckham before bed.
“Happy Valentine’s Day,” I whisper in his ear.
“Mmm. I think this is the best one I’ve ever had,” Beckham says. “Shh, I want to watch.”
Snuggling him against me, I watch the movie, loving every second of it.
“Alaric,” Beckham says softly.
He decided to spend the night with us, and thankfully our bed is giant. Jamie and Tatum are already lightly snoring, while Beckham is watching me in the dark.
He took an hour long bubble bath after dinner, and I had to make sure he was alive at one point. He told me that he didn’t feel comfortable taking long baths at his dad’s house, and his eyes looked haunted afterward.
I swear to God, as soon as I find out who is hurting my omega, I’m going to fucking kill him. While I have an idea, I can’t go to war over a hunch, and I hate that I have to keep my head on straight.
“Mmmhmm?” I ask, turning onto my side to face him.
“I can’t sleep,” he grumbles, looking adorable.
We’re all wearing our boxers so our omega won’t be uncomfortable, but based on his scent, I can tell he’s horny and sleep is the last thing on his mind.
“Do you need me to tire you out?” I tease him, leaning forward to kiss his lips.
Beckham’s fingers slide through my hair groaning as he leans into the kiss.
“Will we wake them up if I do?” he asks, his voice husky.
All I can smell is honey and vanilla, and I can’t wait to make the scent so thick, Jamie will smell it in the morning. I had to buy candles for the house in Beckham’s scent because it keeps Jamie calm and happy. The added side effect of making him horny is fun too.
“Nah,” I say. “They sleep hard. They’re also voyeurs. They’ll watch us if they wake up, masturbate, and then roll over and fall asleep. They’ll even think they dreamed it.”
“Outside of the dried cum on their hands,” Beckham says with a low chuckle.
“Exactly.”
Beckham pushes off the blankets on top of us and covers my body with his own.
“I suppose that’s not a bad trade off,” he says, kissing and sucking down my skin.
“What do you want, Beckham?” I ask, breathing harder as he pulls off my boxers.
“I want to fuck you,” he growls, crawling down my body to suck down my cock.
“Oh fuck!” I gasp, struggling to be quiet. While it’s true that the guys are heavy sleepers, if I scream, one of them will draw their weapon, thinking I’m being attacked.
In a way, I am being attacked by a throat hug and a wet mouth. Jesus, Beckham.
He just smirks with his mouth stretched wide by my cock, sucking me down to the root before popping off.
“Do you prefer lube or do you like for it to hurt?” he teases me.
Since I don’t bottom as often, I reach for the nightstand and find a bottle of lube.
“I like both, but I’m a tight fit,” I say, shrugging sheepishly. “Ah, I didn’t look at the label, it may be a warming lube.”
“As in it heats up with friction?” he asks, appearing curious.
“Mmhmm,” I say.
“I want that to stroke your cock while I fuck you,” he decides. “Anything else you can reach?”
Looking in the drawer while he pins me to the bed, I see plugs, nipple clamps, zip ties, more lube, and scissors.
“Can we use the zip ties?” Beckham asks, his eyes on the items I’m rooting through.
“Yeah,” I say, unbothered as I find a few I know will be long enough for my wrists or ankles. They’re bright purple, and his lips twitch as he gazes at them.
Our headboard has all kinds of places for rope, zip ties, and other forms of restraint. What can I say? We’re a little freaky.
“And the other lube,” he grunts, reaching over to grab it. “This shit doesn’t heat up right? I don’t want your asshole on fire.”
I can’t help the snort that escapes as I check it, shaking my head.
“This is just normal lube,” I tell him, handing it back.
Beckham nods, pulling off his boxers as he moves up my body to push my arms over my head. His cock bobs in front of my mouth, teasing me relentlessly. Waiting for him to finish restraining one of my wrists, I take his cock into my mouth and suck hard.
“Alar…ic. Fuck, that feels good,” he says, groaning. Instead of reprimanding me for taking initiative, he thrusts his cock deeper down my throat. “You’ve been so fucking good to me today. Suck me down deep like a good boy.”
I want to tell him I’m the best boy, but instead I let him slide to the back of my throat and swallow around his thick cock. His hand curls over the headboard as he begins to thrust in and out of my mouth, his sexy sounds of pleasure making my dick jerk.
“God, I think you’re trouble,” he says, his eyes closing to half mast. “I’m going to cut your circulation off if I don’t pull out of your mouth. Ah, fuck.”
Chuckling, I enjoy the way he shudders as the vibration moves up his body. With a shuddering breath, he gathers enough discipline to draw himself back, and then he’s quickly zip tying my other wrist.
“Fuck, you look good like this,” he whispers in awe. Moving back until he’s between my thighs again, he glares at me until I pull my legs up and apart.
“Is this what you want?” I ask, watching as he carefully checks the label of the bottle again before liberally coating his fingers.
“No, I want you to beg for my dick,” he says, stretching my hole with his fingers.
Breathing deeply, I focus on how good it feels to have him slowly finger fuck my ass. I don’t beg, so he can wait or break. Either way, I’ll get his cum eventually.
“You’re going to be difficult, aren’t you?” Beckham asks.
“Mmm,” I groan out. “I don’t know what you mean. Why don’t you focus on the part when I’m being a good boy and desperately deserve to be frosted like a donut?”
Beckham chokes on a surprised laugh, shrugging.
“Screw it. I’m in a good mood, and very much want to fuck you,” he says.
Beckham removes his fingers in lieu of his dick, and I have to say that it’s overwhelming and incredible. His dick is thick, the slick helps him slide in deep, and I groan like the cum whore that I am.
“God, that’s good,” I praise him. “Are you going to fuck me hard and deep or are you in a teasing mood, Beckham?”
He doesn’t respond as he leans over me, pushing my chin up so he can kiss me. His strokes are slow and sure, and this feels surprisingly like love making.
Beckham is usually very self contained, and I’ve noticed that sex with him is choreographed to be exactly what he needs. Instead, he sighs as his hips move just enough to snap his cock deep inside of me, and he’s careful to make sure I enjoy every second.
“I haven’t decided yet,” he mutters, continuing to kiss me. “I’m just going to go with the flow tonight. It’s been very good to me so far.”
Thinking about that, I realize that he’s right. Beckham hasn’t once tried to dictate things, and while he’s been staring at me funny, he hasn’t said a word about it.
Like a human golden retriever summoned by the promise of sex and orgasms instead of treats, Jamie wakes up, his lids heavy, and his gaze interested. Nudging Tatum as he nudges Tater Tot awake, he drags a sleepy alpha to his dick to swallow him down.
Mmmm. No rules, nothing planned, can be just as hot.
“Ugh.” I gasp. “Don’t…stop. We have an audience, Professor”
“Wasn’t planning on it,” he says, his lips twitching as his gaze remains on me.