Driving Home #2
“Cliff—”
I crash my mouth to his, kissing him hard, all the frustration and need from the drive pouring into it. My hands grip his face, holding him in place as I devour him, my tongue forcing its way past his lips.
Perrin's hands fly up, grabbing at my shirt, gripping the fabric like he needs something to hold onto.
A sound tears out of him into my mouth that he tries to swallow back and fails completely, his body arches off the door, pressing into me at the same time, two opposing instincts fighting it out in real time.
I pull back a little, letting him breathe.
His lips are already wet, his chest heaving, his eyes dark and slightly glassy as they find mine.
"We're supposed to be quick," he manages.
"Then stop talking," I say, and spin him around.
He goes with a sharp intake of breath, his palms hitting the door, and I press in behind him, one hand finding his hip and the other sliding flat down his stomach to his waistband. He drops his head forward against the door with a soft thud, his shoulders rising and falling fast.
"Cliff." His voice rough and low.
"Hold still," I say against the back of his neck, and feel him shiver from his shoulders all the way down.
My hands work his jeans open, then Perrin exhales a long, shaking breath against the door as the denim drops.
Outside, I can hear Adam's voice saying something to Raff, and Raff laughing in response.
But in here, all I can hear is Perrin.
"Alpha, I—" He moans, so fucking responsive.
And that's the thing I love the most about Perrin. No matter how many times I've had my hands on him, every touch feels like the first time. Every sound he makes is genuine and unguarded and pulled out of him like it’s against his will.
"Hold still," I say against the back of his neck, and feel him shiver from his shoulders all the way down.
His boxers follow his jeans, leaving his ass exposed to me. I grab both cheeks, spreading them wide, revealing his tight hole.
"Fuck," I groan, dropping to my knees behind him. "Look at this perfect ass."
I lean in and drag my tongue over his entrance, tasting him. Perrin cries out, his hands pressing flat against the door as his knees tremble. I do it again, this time pushing the tip of my tongue inside him, fucking him with my mouth.
"Cliff, please," he begs, his voice breaking. "Need you inside me."
I stand up, spitting on my hand and coating my cock before lining up with his entrance. I could really use some of Elowen’s or Adam’s slick right now, but we’ll make do.
"Ready?" I ask, though I don't wait for an answer before pushing inside.
Perrin takes me with a gasp, his body stretching around me. I set a punishing rhythm from the start, knowing we don't have much time. Each thrust pushes him harder against the door, the sound of our bodies slapping together filling the small office.
"Touch yourself," I command, my voice rough with need. "I want to feel you come around my cock."
Perrin's hand moves between his legs, and I feel the change in his breathing as he starts stroking himself. It only takes a few more thrusts before he's crying out, his body clenching around me as he spills against the door.
I follow him over the edge with a guttural groan, burying myself deep as I fill him with my release. We stay like that for a moment, both of us panting, my forehead resting against his back.
"Fuck," Perrin breathes out, slumping slightly against the door. "That was..."
"Quick," I finish for him as I slap his ass, then pull out. "Exactly what I needed."
I tuck myself back into my jeans, zipping up. Then I reach past Perrin to grab a clean shop towel hanging off the back of the office chair to hand to him.
That's when awareness prickles up the back of my neck.
Someone else is in the room…
I turn, shocked to find Elowen is sitting in the old armchair wedged into the far corner of the office.
The omega has a paperback book open in her lap, her finger still marking her place, and her mouth is hanging open.
"Elle?" I grin ear to ear. “I thought you were asleep on the couch.”
She shakes her head slowly. “Nope.”
Perrin reaches for his jeans, yanking them up fast. His fingers find the zipper and immediately fumble it, the tab catching on the denim, and he mutters something under his breath and tries again, his ears already the color of a stop sign.
The zipper catches a second time and he makes a short, frustrated sound that is too adorable not to laugh at.
Elowen watches him with an expression of mild amusement. "You're embarrassed," she says sweetly.
"I am not embarrassed," Perrin says, still not meeting her eyes and still wrestling with the zipper.
"You know we've seen each other naked, right?" she asks, her voice carrying a teasing lilt. "You came on my face last night."
Perrin's hands freeze on his zipper and I press my lips together very hard.
The flush on his cheeks has completely covered his neck, disappearing down into the collar of his shirt.
"He's so cute when he's flustered," I say, reaching over and squeezing the back of his neck. “It’s okay, beta.” I kiss his cheek, and feel him relax under my grip despite himself.
Then I look at Elowen. "Why didn't you join in?"
She shakes her head. "I was too stunned to move," she says. "It was like watching a nature documentary. I didn't want to disturb the habitat."
I reach down and pull my cock out.
Elowen's eyes drop immediately, her pupils dilating as they move over the full length of me, still hard and ready. The amusement on her face shifts into something considerably more dangerous, a slow, wicked grin spreading across her mouth like she made a decision.
"It's not too late," I say, stroking myself once.
She sets her book down on the arm of the chair. Then she stands, and I take her in properly for the first time since we walked in. She’s wearing tiny denim shorts that end at the very top of her thick thighs, and a snug-fitted top that does extraordinary things for those big tits.
"Well," she says, her dark eyes sliding between me and Perrin. "I did consider joining in." She tilts her head slightly. "But you're not supposed to interfere with the wildlife." Her voice has a throaty purr to it that makes my cock throb.
I smile so wide my face hurts, my hand stroking my shaft, as she moves toward me.
She stops right in front of me, so close she has to tip her head back to see my face. She reaches up, her hand curving around my jaw, warm and certain, and I feel her rise onto her toes like she's about to kiss me.
Then she turns her head at the last second and presses her mouth to Perrin's instead.
Perrin makes a sound against her lips that is half surprised and half moan.
I laugh softly, loving how completely, effortlessly playful she is.
It’s like she was made for us.
Unable to keep my hands to myself, I grip Elowen’s hips and move her slowly, walking her forward. Elle keeps kissing Perrin, pushing him back until his shoulders meet the door with a soft thud.
Pressed between us, Elowen breaks the kiss with Perrin long enough to glance back at me over her shoulder. Those dark, luminous eyes narrow, and the look on her face sends heat straight through me.
My chest rests on her back, my hands spreading wide across her hips. She hums and turns back to Perrin, her hands sliding back up into his hair, and Perrin's head drops back against the door as she pulls him down to her mouth again.
My hand slips up her tight shirt, palming one breast, feeling her pebbled nipple through the thin fabric of her bra. Elowen arches into my hand, and Perrin makes a low, rough sound against her mouth, and I can only imagine what she’s doing to him.
I lower my head to the curve of her neck, my lips finding my mating bite, and—
Knock, knock, knock.
We all go still.
"Cliff." Adam's voice comes through the door, low and tight, telling me something is wrong.
Every alpha instinct I have snaps to attention at once.
“There’s someone here to see you.”