Chapter 38 Jesse
thirty-eight
Jesse
Hot mouth around my cock, and I wake up with a groan. Eyes still blurry from sleep, I think I’m seeing things when I find Veda swallowing my length. The feel of her around me is undeniable.
“Sweetheart.” I brush her curls out of her face.
She lets my cock bob free, a sinful smile on her lips. “You were calling my name.”
“Was I?”
She nods. I’m about to protest when she sits up, but the words die on my tongue when she takes the dress she had on and tosses it over to the corner of the bedroom.
In this low light, I don’t see much more than her silhouette, the bounce of her breasts as she moves to straddle me, the dip of her waist against the light coming from the bathroom.
“You were moaning my name, Jesse. So fucking hard.” With her pussy on top of my cock, she starts moving over me, the friction making me insane.
“I was hard, or the moaning was hard?”
“Both.” Her voice is full of humor.
I can’t remember what I was just dreaming about, but I’m grateful for it. Whatever it was, it doesn’t compare to the reality of her. Veda lifts on her knees, and I hold my breath as she takes my cock and positions it at her entrance.
“Are you sure?” I’m stupid enough to ask.
We’ve fooled around a lot over the past couple of weeks, but we’ve never taken it that far. She was still recovering, but I know it felt somewhat safe when she didn't take our knots. As if we could still keep some distance.
“Oh, I’m sure.”
She lowers down, inch by inch. My cock disappears inside her, and I groan loudly, not caring to wake up the other idiots. She uses my chest to hold herself up. I know she needs a minute to get used to my length, but Jesus fucking Christ, I might die if she doesn’t start moving.
At a torturous pace, she begins to move. She rides me slow. It only takes a minute, but I’m ready to burst. Fuck, I’m about to humiliate myself here, and I don’t even care.
“Jesse, you feel so good,” she whimpers, pushing her pussy against my knot.
“Give yourself a moment to breathe,” I say, though all I want is to thrust up in her.
My fingers carve on the side of her hips, holding her still to make sure she’s not hurting herself.
“She took my knot. Why would yours be harder?”
My focus is on her, but at the sound of the voice of my pack mate, I glance around us for the first time.
Major is awake, on his back, stroking his cock.
His eyes are on her, even as he talks to me.
Derrick doesn’t fare much better. I can’t see much from where I am, but I know there’s movement on his side of the nest, too.
“Let me go, Jesse. Knot me,” she whispers, and I’m undone.
My grip of her loosens at the same time I surge up, letting my body talk. I need to be buried deep inside her, knot her until she can’t walk away from us. The desire builds inside until I don’t see anything but the need.
Veda rides me hard, her little nails scraping over my chest. My heart is about to explode out of my body when she changes the angle, and my knot fits inside for the first time.
The feeling is something I’ve never known before.
She grips me tightly, and I get weak as she keeps fucking herself and using me as she does.
“Veda.” Her name is a prayer, a promise I made to myself at that moment.
I’m blinded by her. I don’t see Derrick coming behind her, his hands taking her nipples roughly, flicking between his fingers. She likes that. I can feel her pussy squeeze me when he does it.
“She likes that a lot,” I groan.
Derrick’s hand moves over her neck, his eyes full of wicked ideas. “I have something you’d like better.”
Veda is dazed. She blinks at him, lips parted, “Yeah?”
He nods slowly as he pushes her down to my chest. “Let me show you, darlin’.”
Her nipples graze against my skin when I hold her against my chest, letting Derrick do his work.
Her skin is damp with sweat, and I don’t resist the urge to lick her neck.
The taste of her skin is sweet and salty, so good I just want to eat her whole.
She calls my name again, and I kiss her, my hand in her hair, moving her head how I like it, taking control of every aspect.
“Oh god,” she moans between my lips.
She’s even tighter around me, and I glance at Derrick behind her, realizing that he has two fingers in her ass, getting her ready to take his cock there. Fuck, just his fingers make her so tight. How the fuck am I supposed to last until he has his cock all the way in?
“Work faster,” I grit between my teeth.
All he does is chuckle. Fuck him. I hold Veda and slowly thrust into her, trying to regain some of what’s left of my brain. It works for her. She’s getting used to Derrick playing with her ass and needs a break just as I do.
Suddenly, the extra tightness is gone, and Derrick positions himself behind her, his eyes hard on the view of her.
“You ready, darlin’?”
She doesn’t reply, but moans his name. Her temple is damp, her body shaking in want, and fuck, I’m getting all worked up again.
“He asked you a question, baby.” Major takes her chin between his fingers.
“I’m ready,” she says to him and then to his brother over her shoulder.
Veda’s moans take up the room. Her mouth falls open, her body frantic as Derrick starts entering her too. It gets tight, fucking impossibly tight. My eyes roll to the back of my head when Derrick is all inside her. The pressure he makes has my knot fucking throbbing.
“Everyone, hold on,” he says from the top.
Veda opens her mouth in a silent scream as he starts thrusting. She surges forward, fucking me as he fucks her.
“Darlin’, you’re so tight.” Derrick groans, “So fucking good.”
He’s not wrong. She was heaven before, but now she’s even tighter.
Veda whimpers with his praise. I don’t think she can talk right now, but I’m not judging.
I can’t either. The room is thick with want, each one of us lost in the pleasure.
Skin on skin, her every moan brings goose bumps across my skin and enhances everything else I’m feeling.
Her damp skin on mine makes me believe in god again.
She trembles, arching her back and crying out, “Oh god, I’m coming.”
As if she needs to announce it. She quakes around my cock, and I can lick her climax in the air.
My teeth ground against one another, and I try to hold on for just a little longer.
Veda falls apart in my arms, exhausted and boneless.
I hold tight to her, feeling everything at once.
The desire and the care. The softness and the pleasure.
Derrick grunts. He’s fucking us both at this point, his thrusts move the nest, and I grit my teeth now to spill already. It feels too good. I want to make it last, but it doesn’t take long after the first orgasm, and she’s back, crying out, in her way, for another one.
The easy release becomes tight again. She scratches my chest, pleas spilling out of her pretty mouth and bringing me closer and closer to my own release. I won’t last another minute of this. She’s the place I want to be at all times. I choke in want, my cock begging for release.
“I’m going to… again.”
The words are not even out of her mouth, and she’s falling apart around my cock, squeezing my knot until I’m blinded, and I’m right there with her.
The world stops spinning for a suspended moment.
My hands grip her hip, keeping her close, as if she can escape with my knot right inside her.
I come so fucking hard yet nothing spills, and I feel that sinful satisfaction that comes with knotting your Omega.
Derrick’s guttural groan takes me away from my cloud nine, and I flick my eyes from Veda to him as he takes his cock from her ass and starts spilling all over her back. Messy fucker. But I guess a girl can’t take two knots like this outside a heat.
The reminder makes me swallow thick. That voice telling me she’s not mine tries to come to the forefront, but I push it away with a snarl.
Not now.
Now she feels too good against me. I won’t destroy this moment when I know it might be the last.
Major comes too with a grunt and shoots ropes of cum over his own chest. For a while, all I hear is our hard, spent breathing.
I look down, and Veda is almost sleeping again.
Her lids are heavy. She was thoroughly fucked, and she needs a rest. I look at the clock for the first time, not surprised it’s four in the morning. It’s still dark outside.
Derrick runs to the bathroom, grabs a damp cloth, and slowly cleans her up.
She sighs. A soft smile comes to her face, and my heart squeezes with this portrait of her.
This moment right here, when she feels so good in my arms, when I know she feels safe.
That will be what I remember when she’s gone.
The shriek of a ringing phone takes me away from my peaceful thoughts, and I flick my eyes through the room, trying to find the offending phone.
“Major.” He finds his phone somewhere in the mess of clothes and answers.
Even in the low light, it’s impossible to miss the way his face changes. Tension like no other enters the room without asking permission, and Veda opens her eyes at once, as if she can tell something has changed.
We wait in silence as Major grunts his answer into the phone. He gives us nothing until the call is over, when he puts the phone away.
“They found Mirasol.”