7. hollis #2
Jude sinks down slowly, taking just the tip at first, his breath catching as he adjusts to the stretch. His hands brace on my chest, fingers digging into the muscle there.
“Fuck,” he breathes, almost to himself.
I have to clench my jaw to keep from pushing up into him. He’s tight and hot and so fucking perfect around the head of my cock that my vision blurs at the edges. Bishop’s hand tightens at the back of my neck.
“Breathe, babe,” he murmurs. “Let him take what he wants.”
Jude sinks down another inch, then another.
His thighs tremble with the effort of controlling the pace, but he doesn’t stop.
He works himself open on me with slow, careful rolls of his hips, taking more of my cock each time he lowers himself.
I can feel every flutter of his body around me, every squeeze as he adjusts.
By the time he’s fully seated, my knot flush against his ass, I’m shaking with the effort of staying still.
Jude’s head tips back for a second, mouth open, breathing hard. His hands stay braced on my chest like he needs the anchor. “Jesus,” he mutters. Then he looks down at me, eyes dark. “You’re fucking big.”
“Sorry,” I say automatically, voice rough.
Jude’s mouth twitches. “Don’t be.”
He starts to move, riding me in slow, rolling movements, lifting up until just the head of my cock is inside him before sinking back down, taking every inch.
His hands stay on my chest the whole time, using me for leverage.
Every time he drops down, he makes a small, punched-out sound that goes straight through me.
I keep my hands fisted in the sheets at my sides because I don’t trust myself not to grab his hips and fuck up into him.
Bishop watches us both with dark, focused eyes. His hand never leaves my neck, though, every so often his thumb strokes behind my ear.
Jude’s rhythm picks up gradually. He finds what feels good for him and chases it, rolling his hips in tight circles when he’s fully seated, grinding down like he’s trying to feel every part of me inside him.
His cock is hard between us, flushed dark and leaking against my stomach.
I want to touch it. I want to wrap my hand around him and stroke him while he rides me, but I won’t move until he tells me to.
Jude’s eyes flick to my hands where they’re gripping the sheets. “You can touch me,” he says, voice low. “Just… not my hips. Not yet.”
I reach up immediately, sliding one hand up his thigh and the other wrapping carefully around his cock. Jude makes a sharp sound when I stroke him, his rhythm faltering for a second before he finds it again. His head tips forward, dark hair falling into his eyes as he rides me harder.
Bishop shifts beside me. His free hand comes up to cup the back of Jude’s neck, Jude leaning into the touch without thinking, and something tight in my chest loosens at the sight of it.
“Come here,” Jude says to Bishop, voice rough. He doesn’t stop moving on my cock. “I want your mouth. No—your cock.”
Bishop doesn’t hesitate. He moves so he’s kneeling beside my head, one hand still on my neck, the other sliding into Jude’s hair as Jude leans forward. Jude opens his mouth and takes Bishop in, sinking down until his lips meet his fingers where they’re wrapped around the base.
Yes, please.
Jude moans around Bishop’s cock, the sound vibrating through him and into me where I’m buried inside him.
His hips never stop moving. He rides me in short, sharp rolls now, taking what he needs while he sucks Bishop with focused, messy determination.
Bishop’s hand stays in his hair, not guiding, just holding, his thumb stroking along Jude’s cheek.
“That’s it,” Bishop says, voice low and steady. “Take what you want from both of us.”
Jude pulls off Bishop’s cock just long enough to speak, voice wrecked. “Hollis—your knot. I want it.”
The words hit me so hard I almost come on the spot.
I’ve been holding it back without realizing it, the swelling at the base of my cock that’s been growing with every roll of Jude’s hips.
Now that he’s asked for it, I can feel it fully.
I grit my teeth and try to stay still, but Jude sinks down harder, grinding against the growing knot like he’s testing how much he can take.
“Fuck—Jude—”
“Do it,” he says, breathless. “I want to feel it.”
Bishop’s hand tightens on my neck. “Easy, babe. Let him decide how much he can take.”
Jude keeps moving, working himself down onto my swelling knot with short, determined rolls of his hips.
Every time he sinks down it catches, stretching him wider, and every time he makes a low, desperate sound that goes straight through me.
Slick slips between us, making each thrust easier, coating my thighs and my balls.
I can feel him trembling around me, his body fighting to take my knot even as he keeps pushing for more.
When it finally pops inside, locking us together, Jude makes a broken, overwhelmed sound and goes still.
His hands fist against my chest, his thighs shaking on either side of my hips.
I can feel every pulse of my knot inside him, the way it swells and locks, the way it presses against every sensitive spot inside him.
“Oh my god,” Jude breathes. His voice is shaking. “It’s—fuck, it’s so much—”
I can’t speak. The feeling of being locked inside him, of my knot finally getting what it’s been reaching for, is almost too much. My hips twitch upward without my permission and Jude gasps, his whole body clenching around me.
Bishop’s voice cuts through the haze. “Breathe, Hollis. You’re okay. He’s got you.”
Jude’s hand finds mine where it’s gripping the sheet.
He laces our fingers together and squeezes hard, grounding both of us before leaning down to take Bishop’s cock into his mouth again.
Then he starts to move again with small, shallow rolls of his hips that tug at the knot and send sparks up my spine.
Every movement makes my knot press deeper inside him, and every time it does, he makes a soft, wrecked sound around Bishop’s cock.
He doesn’t last long after that.
Jude comes with a muffled cry around Bishop’s cock, his whole body going tight as he spills across my stomach in hot pulses.
The feeling of him clenching and fluttering around my knot drags me over the edge with him.
I come hard, locked deep inside him, the knot pulsing as I fill him.
My vision whites out at the edges and all I can do is hold on, the low, constant vibration of my purr rolling through all three of us.
Jude stays on top of me even after he stops shaking, breathing hard, his forehead pressed to my chest. He’s covered in our scent, Bishop’s release glazed across his lips, my Beta’s hand gently stroking through his hair.
My knot is still swollen inside him, keeping us locked together, and every small shift of his body sends aftershocks through both of us.
For a long moment, none of us move.
Jude’s breathing slowly evens out against my skin. When he finally lifts his head, his eyes are glassy and his mouth is red and wet. He looks between Bishop and me like he’s not quite sure what just happened, but he doesn’t look like he regrets it.
Bishop leans down and kisses the corner of his mouth. “You okay?” he asks quietly.
Jude nods. His voice is hoarse when he answers. “Yeah. Just… full.”
I make a low sound at that, half laugh, half groan, and Jude’s mouth twitches. He shifts his hips experimentally and both of us hiss at the tug of the knot still locking us together.
“Stay still,” I manage. “It’ll go down in a minute.”
Jude settles back down against my chest without argument, like the idea of staying right where he is doesn’t bother him at all. It’s not long enough when he shifts forward, my knot slipping free from him, a rush of cum and slick pooling against my skin.
His fingers uncurl from my chest, and the warmth of him disappears as he pushes himself upright. He doesn’t look at either of us while he finds his hoodie and drags it close, shoulders tightening with every inch of space he puts between his body and mine.
I sit up on instinct, already reaching for the Omega, but Bishop’s hand presses flat to my stomach.
“Don’t chase him,” Bishop says softly. “Let him decide whether he stays.”
The words hit exactly where they need to. I stop, hand curling into the sheet instead, while Jude swings his legs over the edge of the bed and sits with his back to us. His walls are rebuilding the distance in real time, and I hate how practiced he looks doing it.
“Jude,” I say.
His shoulders twitch, but he doesn’t turn.
Bishop shifts beside me, slowly moving to sit beside Jude. “Hey, talk to me, sweetheart.” I brace myself for the pet name, not having heard Bishop call anyone that other than me. “Jude? Did we go too fast?”
Jude twists around, frowning. “Isn’t that... we did what we said... we had sex. Isn’t that it?”
I hate that. I crawl forward, Bishop sending me a warning glance that I ignore.
My fingers gently curl around the back of Jude’s neck, the Omega all but melting into my touch.
I don’t know much about Omegas but I know that after being knotted, they crave the warmth that comes later. Biologically, anyway.
A small moan slips from him as I tug him toward me, growling at Bishop when he tries to stop me. “No, I’m going to hold Jude. I’m going to do it. I’ve been waiting all night.” My growl turns into a purr as I wrap my arms around Jude, his gaze moving up to mine.
“What are you doing?”
“I like cuddling. A lot. Bishop can tell you and I’ve wanted to do it all night so I’m doing it.” I take a breath and then keep going. “I really liked knotting you too. Bishop is the one that fucks me. I don’t... that’s... I like it that way but you...” I lean in a little. “I want to do it again.”
Jude’s face turns red. “So, you didn’t just want me for sex?”
Bishop snorts as he moves back onto the bed, slotting himself against my side. “Jude, the sex was definitely a perk but not the point of this evening. We really just did want to get you off that stage without anything bad happening.”
“But why? Why me? What’s the point?” He snuggles further into my chest, his ear slotting over my heartbeat. Any other Omega would have dragged their nose along my skin to catch my scent. But Jude isn’t just any other Omega.
“Because I want you,” I whisper against his head. “We both do. Bishop told me I had to wait and be good. And I was but I don’t want to be good anymore, Jude. I just want to hold you. Touch you. Kiss you. Knot you. I want...”
Jude stills a little before meeting my gaze and then twisting to look at Bishop. “And you? Because it seems like you’re running this show.”
I’m used to people looking to me for direction as the Alpha but I love the fact that Jude hasn’t. Bishop offers him a small smile. “I want anything you’re willing to give. But other than that, I just want to know the real Jude, the Omega who used to enjoy life.”
The Omega lets out a little grunt, his fingers splaying across my chest next to his ear. “No heart to hearts. Let’s just cuddle.”
I’m not complaining in the slightest as I tighten my arms around him and bury my nose in his hair.