13. Chapter 13
Nico
His living room was dark and empty, but a soft blue light glowed from under the door to his bedroom. I kept my eyes on the squirming black and gray image as I made my way past the designer furniture. I should’ve knocked, but not today. The handle turned silently, and I pushed it open.
Ollie sprawled shirtless on a mound of expensive charcoal-colored blankets, gray sweats shoved down his hips, and his pierced cock in his hand. His eyes were riveted on the giant monitor on the wall, showing a bigger version of the same thing I was watching on my phone.
Noticing my entrance, Ollie yanked up his sweatpants, covering his rigid length. “What the fuck, Nico. You're supposed to knock! Get the fuck out. You're not allowed in here unless I'm in heat, and I'm not, so fuck off.”
His cheeks were flushed, and the light from his screens reflected off his pierced nipples.
Ignoring his demands, I stepped further into the room, closing the door behind me.
“She's beautiful, isn't she? Tell me, Ollie, did you watch me fuck her last night? Did you watch me shove my knot into her and fill her with my cum?” I didn't wait for a reply before asking slowly, “Did you enjoy the show?”
Ollie scooted deeper into his nest, but his teeth teased his lower lip.
He was holding back a needy whine, no doubt.
My omega was a greedy little fucker despite his protests, and he had exquisite taste.
He preferred to fuck beautiful women, but when he was thirsty like this, the only thing that would sate him was a knot. We both knew it.
“It's okay; you don't have to answer.” I kicked off my shoes and unbuckled my belt. I was already so fucking hard my pants were excruciating.
Ollie's eyes darted to the screen. Rosa's fingers were buried between her legs, her head tipped back with pleasure.
“Turn up the volume, Ollie. I want you to listen to her moans while I fuck you.”
His gaze flickered to me, narrowing with venom, but he crawled forward, unmuting the feed. Thank fuck the camera had audio.
I pulled my clothes off to the sound of her soft breathing and her fingers moving over her drenched pussy.
Ollie knelt in the middle of his nest watching Rosa, hardly sparing me a glance.
Even in the dim light, I could make out the wetness coating her hand, and my seed and her slick shimmering on the inside of her thighs.
“How do you think she tastes, covered in slick and full of my cum?” I growled in Ollie's ear as I shoved his pants further down his hips. “Do you want to lick her pussy clean?” I grabbed a handful of his thick, brown hair and guided his mouth to my painfully hard cock. “Taste her.”
He hesitated as if he were planning to refuse.
He never liked the way other omegas smelled, and I wouldn’t normally make him do this, but he didn’t pull away.
I waited as he watched the screen from the corner of his eye, following the path of her hands as they cupped her breasts through my hoodie and writhed.
A beautiful, soft moan hissed from between her lips as she pushed the dark fabric up her stomach, baring her perfect, round tits.
I hadn't had time to shower before coming down and was still covered in her muted rose pheromones.
His nostrils flared, scenting her slick, and he finally gave in like I knew he would.
She was different. His lips parted around my crown, sucking my length down his throat and lapping up the essence of her pussy with greedy satisfaction.
The tension eased from my chest as he groaned, making my senses explode with the memory of her sinking onto me and the vision of his cheeks hollowing around my shaft. Both of them together was too much. I was going to bust.
But no.
I locked down my iron will, and after a few deep thrusts, dragged Ollie off me by the handful of hair I was still holding. “Not yet,” I growled, pulling his head back, so he’d arch the way I liked. “Good boy, Ollie. Just watch her fuck herself and remember how she tastes.”
I'd been leaking precum since I first saw the security footage. Hearing her whispered moans and slick fingers had my cock welling with appreciation. Ollie rocked his hips like the greedy little shit he was. He claimed he only needed a knot for heats, but he clearly wanted me now. “Say it Ollie.”
He bit down on his lower lip, reluctant to speak the words as I rubbed my swollen shaft over his tight hole, coating it with precum and saliva. “Ask me to fuck you, and I will.”
I nudged my thick head against the puckered ring of resistance, and he leaned back into it, but I shifted away, waiting for him to ask like the good little omega I knew he could be.
Rosa's gasps were filling the surround sound speakers, melding into the dark acoustic wall tiles.
Her hand vanished between her sprawled thighs, and her low moan rolled across my skin.
Ollie heard it too and shuddered, leaking precum over the shiny ladder of piercings running down the underside of his shaft.
“Fuck, fine! Fuck me, Nico.” Ollie’s voice broke with restrained need, but he arched his ass up as I slowly pressed forward, teasing him with shallow strokes, nothing but his spit and my precum to ease the way.
Ollie whined and pushed back against my thrusts, despite or maybe because of the intense friction, begging without words.
I reached around his hip, taking his long, slender shaft in my hand and running the pad of my thumb up the ripple of his slick-covered piercings. His groan joined Rosa’s moans, harmonizing in a filthy symphony.
She had four fingers buried in her pussy.
My hoodie was scrunched up above her bare tits, and we watched, mesmerized as her body undulated.
I picked up my pace to match her rhythm, shoving myself deeper into Ollie's ass while jerking off his swollen, leaking dick. My knot was already growing, the sensation leaving me light-headed. Her pheromones coated my hands and mixed with Ollie’s syrupy sweet, salty slick.
It was impossible to ignore. I released his cock and grabbed his hips, anchoring him against my vicious thrusts.
His hand dropped to replace mine around his shaft.
I was merciless, listening to Rosa’s breathy moans rise along with his needy whine.
I brought my fingers to my mouth, sucking off the scent that I'd so desperately craved to lick off my skin earlier, combined with the sugary slick from Ollie’s precum.
Rosa’s lips parted around an urgent plea.
All she said was ‘Nico’ as she tucked her thumb against her palm and her fist sunk into her dripping pussy.
Fuck… I couldn't hold out any longer, it was too much, and with the taste of both of them on my lips, I didn't want to.
“Do you want my knot?” I growled through gritted teeth, not sure if I could wait for his answer, and only half caring what his reply would be.
He needed it and would take it whether he wanted to or not.
His whispered yes came just in time as my knot throbbed.
I released his hair and grabbed his hip with bruising force, shoving my knot past that snug ring of muscle.
He tensed for a second before relaxing and sucking me deep.
I groaned over Rosa’s cries and Ollie's moans.
His ass gripped tight around my length as his orgasm crashed into him.
Hot cum surged over his fist at the same moment my seed painted his clenching channel and filled him full of my scalding release.
Rosa's whole hand was still plunging into her pussy. The squelching of her slick and the cries from her lips were glorious as I dripped sweat onto my still twitching omega. Fuck, they were both perfect. It didn't take long before Rosa’s body bowed up, and her mouth opened on a drawn-out cry. Was it my name she called again? I couldn’t tell, but it was definitely my scent that brought her there, to the place where her muscles fluttered around her fully buried fist.
Good fucking girl. It was obvious she loved to be stretched open for an alpha’s knot. Her reaction just made me want her even more.
Perfect.
I looped an arm around Ollie's waist and rolled us onto our sides to watch the rise and fall of Rosa’s breathing as she recovered. He shifted back against me like a good little spoon, and I licked a droplet of sweat off the side of his neck before starting to purr.
He could deny it as much as he wanted, he could fight me as he had for the last two years, but it was times like this that deep down he had to know he was in the right place.
I knew he was the perfect omega for Cruz and me from the moment I saw the scraggly, drugged-up gutter rat.
He was so fucking smart and passionate. As soon as we got him off the street and off the poison my family pedaled, I knew.
No matter how much he complained, I was never letting him go.
My teeth grazed Ollie's neck, and he arched it as if he was begging me to bite him.
That's how I knew. He wanted to be claimed again, even when he wouldn’t admit it with words.
I bit down over the scar I'd given him two years ago, and his ass clenched around my knot, squeezing the last drop of cum from my cock and a grunt from my lips.
It was unnecessary. He was never not mine, even before I met him, and I was starting to get the same feeling about Rosa.
I just didn't know how to make that work… yet.