9. Tori
This might have been the most relaxing day of my life.
After we cleaned up from the beach, we had a snack lunch on the patio, spending the hottest part of the day either in the pool or lounging in the chairs around it. We’ve taken turns making drinks for each other, thankfully no “hockey player specials” this time. The sun was warm, and not a cloud drifted across the vast blue sky. And now, a chill is coming in as the sun sets, and we’ve lit the gas firepit in the middle of the outdoor sectional. Eli is rooting around in the fridge and cupboards to find the ingredients for dinner. Spencer is sprawled out in one of the armchairs. Oliver is kicked back at the opposite end of the couch from where I’m curled up, still a little buzzed from that last daiquiri Spencer made for us a little while ago.
In a word, today has been perfect.
I don’t know where my sundress ended up, but the breeze has goosebumps erupting on my skin. It’s probably time for me to get changed. I glance around, but don’t catch any of their eyes. After Oliver’s handsy greeting this morning, I’d expected to be thoroughly fucked at least once today. But they’ve been proper gentlemen. And it is a wildly new feeling for that to be strange. Guess I’ll just have to fix that.
“I’m going to shower before supper,” I announce, getting to my feet.
Spencer keeps his gaze lowered, but I catch Oliver’s heated stare for a moment before I flounce away, swishing my hips more than I normally would.
I don’t bother to look back as I enter my bedroom via the patio, stopping briefly to pick out a new sundress and a light cardigan, but I skip panties for now. Always good to have a backup plan if no one joins me.
Sand-colored tiles cover the bathroom walls and floor, a freestanding soaking tub at one end of the room and the water closet at the other. But in the center is the open-air rainfall shower, raised slightly to contain the water and accommodate the central drain and flanked on either side by vanities. I turn on the spray to one of its warmest settings as I strip out of my bathing suit, hanging it on one of the hooks on the wall. It fits me better than anything I’ve ever bought for myself, so I’m not keen on losing it. But as I step up into the shower, the creak of the bedroom shutters closing makes my stomach swoop and my pussy clench.
A low, approving purr behind me pulls my attention, and I turn, letting water cascade over my head for a moment in a way I hope leans more sexy mermaid and not drowned rat. I wasn’t sure who would pick up what I was putting down, but I can’t deny the relieved drop to my shoulders as I find Oliver staring at me. He’s leaning against the doorjamb, his hands shoved into his pockets. The sun has turned his normally pale skin slightly pink, but it only seems to have made the black ink covering his arms, chest, and legs that much darker. As I examine him, those images flex, his purr growing louder by the second.
“I was wondering which one of you would come after me.” I step back slightly so my head isn’t under the water.
“Are we that predictable?” he asks, a sinful smirk pulling up one corner of his mouth.
I hum noncommittally, which only makes him chuckle. I go still as Oli pushes off and paces forward, like he’s giving me plenty of time to tell him to stop. But I just hold eye contact, even lifting my chin a little in defiance. He ascends into the shower, moving until the overhead spray hits both of our chests, a fine mist settling over us. There’s a long heartbeat when I just stare up at him, my breath caught in my throat. His eyes are practically incandescent, full of passion and hunger and awe.
We both move at the same time, his hands going to my hips while my arms snap around his neck, our mouths crashing together like waves on the shore. Inevitable, constant, perfect synchronicity of passion. Our hands wander after a moment, his fingers gliding over the wet planes of my body as I try to memorize the contours of his pecs and abs. Whimpering into our kiss, I yield when his tongue brushes against my bottom lip. I find the top of his trunks and push them away, desperate to feel skin on skin.
Oli works with me until he’s kicking the sodden shorts away and out of the shower area, groaning low in his chest as my hands find his cock, already hard and twitching in my hands.
“Fuck, princess. You are — Fuck!” Praising into our kiss, he bucks into my touch when one of my hands strokes his tip while the other squeezes tight around the base, putting pressure on his growing knot.
I chuckle to myself, pleased to catch him off guard. Stepping back, I bend at the waist, my mouth closing around his dripping tip. He’s so tall that I don’t have to bend far, the water landing on my back and my head as I bob up and down, taking more of him into my throat with each pass. Oli’s chest heaves, his hands hanging limply for a moment as he just basks in the pleasure I’m giving him. My pussy clenches again, and I can almost sense my thighs becoming slick with more than water as I revel in the rush of power.
One low growl is my warning before Oli’s tattooed hand is in my hair, his fingers tangling with the length until he’s got a good grip and can pull me away, my lips making a salacious pop as I release his cock. Then his mouth is back on mine, my knees going weak with the force of the kiss. I lift a hand to stroke him, but then he’s grabbing my wrist and pulling it behind my back. Not enough to cause pain, but enough to make me go still.
“You think you’re cute, trying to get me to come before I’ve had a chance to fuck you,” he snarls, a bit of a teasing laugh punctuating his words.
“I wasn’t. That...” I trail off in a shuddering gasp as his lips find the tender patch of skin on my neck, my eyes rolling back in my head.
“Eli told me omegas’ scent glands are pretty sensitive. Is that true, princess? Does it feel good when I do this?” Oli asks right before his teeth clamp around that spot.
I release a moan that would make a whore blush, grabbing at his shoulders as my legs wobble. He laughs as he pulls his teeth away from me, licking away the hurt. His hands release me as he sinks down to his knees until he’s looking up at me with enough heat to set a house on fire. Running a hand up either leg, the light touch makes me shiver and my eyes flutter closed. But a sharp bite to my inner thigh has me gasping and looking back down.
“Eyes on me, princess. Don’t look away,” he orders sharply. The tone alone has pussy twitching and clit throbbing.
I nod mutely, not sure I could speak if my life depended on it. He rubs a thumb over his bite mark, smirking again.
“Good girl,” he mutters, then lifts one of my legs to drape it over his shoulder, his other hand coming up to trace lightly over the seam of my core. “So fucking wet. All for me?”
I nod again, swallowing hard as I struggle to keep my balance and also keep my eyes open. Though with each teasing brush of his fingers over where I want him, the stronger the urge becomes for me to defy his order and find out the consequences. But that would mean he stops, and I can’t fathom that right now.
A single digit slips easily into my channel, and I suck in a sharp breath, hands going out for something to hold on to, only to land on the top of his head. He purrs even as he leans in, his eyes never leaving mine as he licks a long stripe over my clit, moaning at the first taste. His finger continues moving slowly, pumping in and out of my core. I want to throw my head back when Oliver finally latches onto my clit, to fall deep into the pleasure coursing through my veins before my mind wanders off. But strangely, focusing on Oliver’s eyes grounds me, the water falling around me almost cool with how flushed I am. The first current of release swirls in my stomach, my nipples hard and aching for attention even as another finger slides in right along with the first.
“Oli, please…” I clench his dark hair in my fist.
Oliver moans at the tug, and the vibration goes straight to my spine and hits my brain like a bolt of lightning. My standing leg is shaking, and I whine, an honest-to-God omega whine. The first I’ve let out in a long time. I’d almost forgotten how effective it is around alphas, but I can’t deny the heady rush I get when Oliver stops immediately and pulls back and gets to his feet, his hands coming to my jaw to look into my eyes.
“What’s wrong, ma reine ?” he asks seriously, eyes searching my face. My cheeks grow hot with an embarrassed flush.
“I’m okay. Just...you were teasing me. I need... I want...” I trail off, looking away.
But a growl and a tilt of my head has me looking back at Oli’s golden eyes, the fire back with a vengeance.
“You are a needy little thing today. First, the poolside drink service, and now this?” he questions, a strange lift to his voice I can’t quite identify.
My stomach squirms, and I’m not sure how to react. But thankfully, I’m saved from the mental anguish as Oli leans in and kisses me thoroughly. His tongue tastes like raspberries and spices, a sweet and smokey flavor that has me growing wetter. I let him walk us back until I’m pressed against the cool tile wall to one side of the shower knobs. His hips are flush with mine, his cock twitching against my stomach.
“Say it, princess. Tell me,” Oliver pants between kisses.
“I need you,” I reply, not needing clarification.
“What do you need? Tell me.”
His hand skates down my side, helping me hoist one leg and then the other up over his hips, leaving me open with his cock poised at my entrance.
“Need you to fuck me. Fuck me, please,” I whine, desperation making me claw at his shoulders and biceps.
He doesn’t answer with his voice, but instead shifts just right, slamming home until I swear I can feel him in my diaphragm. The stretch is divine, and my head collides with the wall as I lose the strength to keep my neck straight. There’s a long heartbeat when he doesn’t move, both of us struggling for control, it seems. But he moves first, shifting forward even more and hoisting me higher up the wall. I gasp at the angle change, a long groan escaping my throat as he withdraws slowly, only to thrust forward at the same pace.
“You’re so fucking tight, so fucking perfect. Made to take this cock, to take Eli’s cock, and Spencer’s cock. So perfect for us. Our perfect omega. Say it back,” he babbles, the slow roll of his hips driving me crazy.
“I’m made...to take your cocks. My alphas’ cocks,” I repeat breathily. Leaning forward, I bury my nose in the juncture of his throat and shoulder.
“ Tres bein, ma reine . So good for me. A good girl gets what they need,” he says, almost tenderly, as he strokes my hair for a moment.
Stepping back from the wall, his arms around my ribs to keep me clinging to him as he walks out of the shower and over to one of the vanities. The rocking of his steps makes me moan, driving him deep into places inside me I didn’t even know existed. I whimper as he forces me to let go and stand on my own, and my eyes start to burn. He just said he was going to give me what I need. What the fuck–My breath catches as he grabs me by the back of my neck and spins me around, pushing me down so I bend at the waist, my arms coming up to rest on the low vanity. Without preamble, his cock is at my entrance, pushing forward until I’m seeing stars. He doesn’t give me time to adjust, setting a hard pace that leaves me moaning an endless melody.
“Open your eyes,” Oliver growls, his hand going to my hair to force my chin up.
I crack my eyes and find myself looking in the mirror and, fucking hell, what an image before me. Oliver is a glistening god, water and sweat streaming down his chest, but his eyes lock with mine through the reflective glass, his mouth lifting in a snarling grin. Not pausing his thrusts, he reaches down and grabs one of my legs, moving it to rest on a small stool I didn’t notice before.
“Look at how well you take my cock, princess. You’re dripping all over my knot, so fucking wet and perfect,” Oliver pants, punctuating his words with a few sharp thrusts.
I look down at where his thick length disappears into my body, captivated. I really am so wet that little drops fall onto the floor, my essence coating his shaft and his knot with glistening cream.
“Touch your clit for me.”
My hand moves before Oliver even finishes speaking. I hiss out a curse as my fingers glide over my swollen nub, trying to hold on to the counter for dear life as my pussy pulses around Oli’s cock. My climax builds like the twisting of a guitar peg, a wire growing tighter and tighter, a breath away from snapping, but still, it winds higher and higher, and then…
Oli leans down and releases my hair, his hand circling my throat and squeezing slightly as his teeth latch onto my shoulder. The bite of pain, the pressure of his hand on my leg, fingers digging hard enough to leave bruises. And then his long moan, and the shuddering exhale, audible confessions of how much pleasure I’m giving him. All of it combines to overload my brain, my pussy squeezing tighter than I’ve ever felt as my release floods my system. I see white, and I can’t stop my hand as it continues to strum my clit, wave after consuming wave dragging me down.
“That’s right, princess. Come all over my cock. Do you want my knot? Do you want to come all over that, too?” Oliver whispers in my ear, slowing only slightly to give me space to breathe.
Whoever said asking for consent mid-fuck isn’t sexy is a goddamn liar.
I’m nodding before I can think better of it, too blissed out on endorphins to care. Oliver’s purr of approval makes me smile, and I snuggle back into his arms as he bands them around my ribs and stomach, holding me against his chest.
“I love watching you come. Love the sounds you make, just for me,” Oliver praises as he picks up the pace again.
The foot on the stool rolls onto the ball as I stand up straighter, still riding the wave of my orgasm even as I see another one coming in hot and heavy. I can only moan and whimper, my brain not capable of forming coherent words as Oliver rearranges my insides with that magnificent cock. Swelling more and more with each thrust, his knot teases my entrance. I yelp when Oliver’s lower arm drifts down toward my pelvis, his massive hand pressing hard into my lower belly, hard enough that I swear he could probably feel the tip of his cock through my muscles and skin. It makes him seem twice as thick, and I see stars for a moment.
“You have been such a good girl for me, princess. I’m so close, so close to filling this perfect pussy with my cum and my knot. But you’ve gotta come again for me,” Oliver says, his hips losing their steady rhythm.
Eyes burning slightly, I shake my head. I’m so sensitive, too full of one climax, and I can’t possibly fit another one inside my skin. I’ll explode. I let out another omega whimper, hoping for mercy, but his hand just presses harder into my stomach.
“You can do it. I know you can. I’m going to count to ten, and then we’re going to come together,” Oliver says, so gentle and caring that my heart could melt, which is the only reason I nod my consent.
I yelp in surprise as he pulls out, twisting me around and hoisting me to sit on the counter in one smooth motion. He steps forward, and I spread my legs on instinct, slotting his cock back into my cunt with ease. The new position sends a jolt up my spine, and I grab onto his arms.
“ Un ,” he starts, settling into hard, deep thrusts that hit my sweet spot every time.
I gasp and moan, my legs shaking.
“ Deux .”
Fuck, why does he have to count in French? He goes on at regular intervals, each number seeming to unlock a floodgate inside of me that I didn’t know I had. I’m shaking and struggling to hold back the force of my release by the time he hits seven, but I don’t dare let go before he finishes.
“ Huit ,” he moans, almost like he’s struggling to hold on, too.
“Oli, please,” I beg as a tear slips out from one of my eyes.
“Fuck it. Ten. Victoria!” Oliver shouts at last, thrusting forward.
He goes deeper and deeper, the building pressure at my entrance like a fuse, a moment of tension before sweet, orgasmic relief. His knot fits perfectly in the space behind my pubic bone, swelling just a little more to lock us together. We release harmonic moans as I feel his cock twitching, the warm sensation of his cum coating my pulsing walls satisfying something primal inside me.
We simply exist for a moment until Oliver eventually leans down to rest his head against my sternum, breathing deep. The shift sets off a smaller orgasm, and I sigh into it. The noise of the waves is back, and if it weren’t for the comfortable dig of the counter’s edge into my back, I could almost fall asleep here.
“Hey, are y’all done? Supper’s—”
Oli growls, tucking me into his body as he turns his back on the bathroom door, shielding me on instinct from the intruder. I look over his shoulder and find Spencer frozen in the doorway. His eyes are wide as he takes it all in, and I find that I don’t hate the way his ocean-blue eyes darken as he looks behind us. I wonder if he can see how perfectly I’m taking an alpha knot. It’s been so long that I can’t remember what his felt like.
I should fix that.
My pussy pulses at the thought. Oli groans at the feeling and presses forward subconsciously, fucking his knot a little deeper and making me gasp. Spencer takes that as his cue to turn and leave, and I choose to ignore the slight drop of disappointment in my stomach.
“Should have knocked,” Oliver grumbles.
I swat his shoulder playfully, giggling. “Knothead,” I sigh.
Though that sigh turns into a gasp as Oliver thrusts purposefully, effectively shutting me up with another climax.
“That sound is for me only.” With a purr, he nuzzles my neck again as he gathers me into his arms.
I know I’m forgetting something, but I can’t remember a damn thing around the way his knot moves inside me as he carries me out to the sitting room. He lowers himself onto the couch, settling me in his lap, stroking my hair and kissing me tenderly, all the while thrusting languidly to keep me in a state of bliss, stretching out the moment for a seemingly endless time. At some point, a sundress is slid over my head and down my body, which I’m grateful for as Eli peeks his head in for a moment before muttering something under his breath and leaving.
Thankfully, the orgasm torture ends when Oli’s knot finally deflates and his softened cock slips free from my channel. I get to my feet, my legs shaky but not unusable. Oli finds a towel and wraps it around himself, the air going quiet as he finally shuts off the shower. In the split second he’s gone, I search for panties, but a growl stops me in my tracks.
“We’re late for dinner, princess. We’ve kept Spencer and Eli waiting long enough,” Oli chides.
I stare at him, my mouth slightly open. But he doesn’t give me time to protest as he takes my hand and pulls me out of the bedroom and out into the dining room.