Chapter 38 #2
I hear Seb release a slow breath. I run my fingers along the underside of Ralph's long, firm cock, then stroke it back and forth, gradually moving further up, getting fractionally closer to the weeping slit with every brush.
"Now, use your hands on them. One hand on their cock, the other teasing their legs and bellies. Only your hands. Slowly. You can be as firm as you both want with their shafts, but tease the rest of them."
Ralph lets out a groan as I run my nails over his thigh.
"This is harder than you make it look," murmurs Allen. Zeke's trying not to laugh.
"That's okay. Use that hand to stroke the spot where his cockhead meets his shaft. Rub some of his precum over the spot. And Zeke, tell us if it doesn't feel good or you don't want Allen doing something, okay?"
This time, Zeke groans. "Trust me. Feels plenty good," he pants.
I keep stroking Ralph's shaft with one hand, rubbing his frenulum with the other. He lets out a slow breath. "Can I stroke your hair?" he murmurs.
"Yes," I breathe. His warm hand rests on my shoulder as he runs his fingers through my hair.
"Now, you can use your mouths on them. Start by kissing their cocks and running your tongue up it." I clear my throat, and breathe in a lungful of Ralph's heady, musky mint as I let my lips fall on his frenulum and stripe my tongue from his weeping slit to his testicles and back.
Ralph groans as I take his cockhead into my mouth and start flicking the indent with my tongue. I pause at his silence, looking up at him, expectantly.
"Oh. Right. Sorry," he pants. "She's, uh, got the head of my cock in her mouth, and she's, oh god, flicking it with her tongue."
Seb's murmuring something to James. Out of the corner of my eye, I can see most of his blond hair is obscured by one of Seb's large, tanned hands. I moan, and swallow Ralph down further. His hand clenches in my hair, panting hard.
"Uhhhhh… and now she's taking me deeper… oh... and swallowing me down… fuck that feels so good, Dels… and now she's slurping and swallowing and—fucking hell, Dellie, I won't last too much longer if you keep doing that."
I slowly pull back along his shaft, sucking my cheeks in, letting the head of his cock drop out of my mouth with a small pop.
Ralph shudders and falls back against the sofa. I clear my throat. "Use your mouths and hands how you want, but don't let them cum," I remind Allen and James. "Stop when they're close."
I sit back on my heels, grinning up at Ralph, my forearms resting on his thighs, occasionally running my fingers over his shaft and head, making him jump. Soon, Allen and James are both sitting back on their heels.
"Sorry. I should have checked earlier. Uh, Allen, are you okay being, um, topped by Zeke?"
Allen pauses, then slowly nods. "… yes. I… I think so." Zeke's eyebrows shoot up, excitement and surprise flaring in our bond.
"Zeke, are you okay topping Allen?"
He nods, a small smile quietly drifting over his face.
"Um, and James, are you okay being topped by Seb?"
James pauses, clearly thinking through something. "I… I can give it a try." There's a flutter of worry within the lust I can feel radiating from him.
Oh shit. I should have checked.
Seb raises an eyebrow. "That doesn't sound like an enthusiastic yes, does it, Dellie?"
I shake my head. "No, Seb, it doesn't. I'm sorry, James, I should have asked earlier. Would you feel more comfortable topping Seb?"
He breathes out a slow sigh. "Yes," he murmurs.
Seb is grinning, and little waves of anticipation swell in our bond. "James is an excellent top."
I smile, letting my fingers drift over Ralph's cock. "Good. Swap places with him. Allen, kneel over Zeke, and Seb, kneel over James so we're straddling them. You can kiss them if you both want."
I climb on top of Ralph, who's grinning. He rests his forearms on my shoulders and pulls me into a breathy kiss.
"Zeke, James, Ralph—kiss us and use your hands to get us ready," I murmur against his lips.
"Should I get your pussy ready, sweetheart? Or…" His fingers trail backwards.
I grab his hand and pull it back towards my pussy. "Here, please." My omega is demanding to be filled, and although I'm not… opposed to the idea of butt play, it's not the current priority.
Ralph's kissing my chest and running his fingers through my slit. I lean my forehead against his, and groan. "You got your six words if you need 'em?" he mutters.
I chuckle. "Yes," and let slip a moan as two thick fingers ease their way into my hungry core.
"Fuck, you're so wet," he breathes, sliding them in and out as my hips buck involuntarily.
Zeke rustles around in the side table next to the couch. There's a squelching sound, and he passes James a white tube over Ralph's head. Allen groans.
Seb chuckles into James' mouth. "Thanks, Zeke." There's another squelch of lube being squirted out of the tube. Seb groans as James' fingers disappear between his cheeks.
"Mmmph." Zeke's mouth is muffled by Allen's lips. His arm is wrapped around Allen's hips, his hand thrusting back and forth.
I gaze into Ralph's eyes, and feel… just… what I can only describe as adoration pulsing through the bond.
"When you're ready, do what feels good to both of you."
That'll have to do. I don't want to think about any more words. I just want to do.
I nudge Ralph's hand away, and grasp his cock in my hand. Shifting myself around, I lower myself onto his cock, gasping a little as I inch my way down its deliciously broad thickness, and begin to rock my hips back and forth.
Ralph's hands are wrapped around my shoulders, his eyes gazing up into mine.
His cock is hitting every satisfying nerve inside me, sending sparks and shivers along my spine.
He leans his nose into my neck, and sucks a hickey next to my collarbone.
I lean into his neck, and graze my teeth over the silvery scar of our bond mark. He groans.
His hands are drifting across the top of my back, then clenching in my hair as our pace increases. I pull my head up, and let my chin rest on his shoulder as I buck my hips faster and faster, and he thrusts harder and harder.
The sound around me is fading. My heartbeat is whooshing in my ears.
I'm tossed around by wave after wave of pleasure, thrown from crest to crest like a rag doll, my whole body twanging like a plucked elastic band.
I close my eyes as whiteness and sharp pleasure crack around me, and my head is pulled back by the hair at the nape of my neck, and my lips are seized in a reverent kiss.
The fragrance of the best garden in the world after a sunshower explodes around us.
I'm panting in Ralph's arms.
His lips graze against my ear as he rocks gently against me, still hard and thick inside me despite the overspill of our shared cum dripping out from between us. "You're very, very good at that." His bond is calm and warm and floating.
I chortle. "Playing sexy Simon Says?" My eyebrow shoots up as mirth twitches over my lips.
He shrugs gently. "Yeah, that. And getting us to do what's going to make things feel so much better for all of us—and in a way that makes everyone feel good."
Allen's next to me, gazing at Zeke, looking slightly shellshocked, but nevertheless happy.
His bond is… well, there's joy and relief and confusion in there, but mostly happiness.
Zeke's bond radiates smug contentment. Seb's feels like the ocean on a blissfully calm day.
James' feels… there's contentment there, but also something slightly murky under the surface.
And something else beneath that. Something shaky and small and very, very well hidden.
Seb pulls James' head close to his and leans down, murmuring something in his ear.
I can just hear a whispered "thank you," as James closes his eyes and sinks into Seb's embrace, and the tiny, hidden something I glimpsed settles down slightly.