I thought you’d never ask.
i thought you’d never ask.
monty
I startle awake, burning hot and almost off the edge of the bed.
Huh, bed? When did I get to bed? As my eyes adjust to the dim light peaking through the windows, I realize I’m not in my bed, but rather in a very sweet Omega’s, surrounded by my pack.
I look over Taylor’s shoulder to see Jac is burrowed between him and Anderson.
Luke has himself draped over Anderson and is touching Jac’s leg where it peaks out of the sheets.
All the blankets that we all started off with, long kicked off due to all the heat from our half naked bodies snuggled as closely as possible.
Without disturbing any of my sleeping beauties I manage to roll out of the bed and make it to the kitchen, where I set to work on finding coffee and breakfast. Neither of which Jac seems to have after a quick browse through her cupboards.
Quickly I order some items from the local market for delivery and sneak back to bed before anyone wakes to find me gone.
As I climb back into bed Taylor, stirs to a half asleep state, rolling onto his back with his arm around Jac’s waist. He nuzzles into my neck murmuring incoherent words.
I place a soft kiss on his forehead and reach over him to trace my fingers down our sleeping Omega’s perfect profile.
Her little button nose and pouty lips have me so mesmerized that I just sit and admire how easily this all happened.
Who knew we’d find our scent match in Lake City of all places?
My three older brothers and I grew up here, our parents were scent matches and watching their dynamic was one of the most amazing things to see.
To this day there is just something different about it.
I have seen packs where they aren’t scent matches, and it works wonderfully, but I wanted the special dynamic my parents had.
I couldn’t ever explain it, but now that I have Jac, and my guys, I just know this is it.
As I get lost in the memories of some of my favorite times, I almost miss my phone buzz with notice that the grocery order was delivered.
I look to the pack, Jac has shifted slightly, facing Anderson and Luke more as she not so delicately snores into Anderson’s chest. Taylor has loosened his hold on her waist and seems to be awake now, though he’s most definitely pretending to still sleep.
I pinch his nipple and his hand quickly rises to snatch at my mischievous fingers before they get too far on their adventure.
His eyes open halfway, still drunk on sleep but awake.
“Come make breakfast with me babe?” I whisper softly as I lean to peck his lips with a brief kiss. “I ordered your favorite.”
“Cinnamon rolls?” He questions, eyes sparkling at what I can only imagine are filthy images running through his mind.
“Well maybe your second favorite.” I chuckle, noting that his favorite breakfast seems to have changed to match the scent of a very attractive Omega in the bed.
Several minutes later when I’ve got the groceries loaded up the stairs and the coffee started, does Taylor manage to pry himself from the bed.
He steps into the main room with sleep mussed hair, and I have to admit that the man looks like the breakfast I really want to eat. I wonder if there’s time…
“Good morning sleepy head. Coffee? Or do you want to play quickly?” I cheerfully acknowledge my Alpha as he makes his way to me, reaching for the mug I have prepped for him in my hands. Taylor isn’t human until he’s had at least one sugary coffee, or two orgasms, in the morning.
His eyes fly to mine as his brain catches my words, he sets the coffee down on the counter and stalks towards me. I back up against the wall near the coffee pot, setting my own cup down, knowing I have my answer.
“Play you say?” He questions, eyes roaming over my shirtless form. He cages me against the wall, hands by my head as he presses his body in close. I feel his length collide with my own as he invades my space. Leather and campfire mix with the coffee scent as we see who’s going to break first. I do.
I slide my hands along the waist of his boxers, dipping in to fist his cock. Taylor’s breath catches as I drag my hand along his length. He brings one hand off the wall, grabbing along my neck, fingers resting along my jaw.
“I thought you’d never ask.” He whispers as he brings his lips to mine.
Our kiss is deep, tongues battling for dominance.
His other hand slides down along my side, it moves to trace my cock, which is straining against my own briefs.
I continue to stroke Taylor’s dick as I move to spin us around, pinning his back to the wall while he’s distracted by reaching for me.
I shove his boxers down to free his erection, as he frantically moves to do the same.
Our lengths brush against each other with no barriers now.
I move quickly, snatching his hands, bringing them above his head as I hold his wrists there with one hand.
I move my free hand to wrap around both our cocks.
My hand drags up and down our lengths slowly, our precum leaking out, providing some slickness for it as I go.
I can’t fit both in my hand fully, so I push into his stomach more, giving his cock friction from the happy trail running up his pelvis.
I’m so distracted by the sight in my hands that I miss Taylor’s head moving to my neck to bite me. Fucking brat.
I release our dicks and lean into him even more, his hips pinned to the wall now with nowhere to go, I grab his throat squeezing lightly.
“Do you want to finish brat? Or should I finish myself and leave you suffering and covered in my cum?” I whisper against his lips, I loosen my hold on his throat so he can respond.
“Fuck, I’m sorry I just wanted a kiss. Please finish us both.” He begs me.
“All you had to do was ask.” I say then devour his lips as I drop my hand back down Only this time, I grip his hip as I move, rubbing our cocks together. It’s not long, considering we’ve both been hard since last night, before we spill over each other’s lengths. A cough behind us startles me.
We both freeze. Lips parting as we come back down. Looking over my shoulder, I see that our Omega seems to have made herself comfortable in a bar stool with Taylor’s coffee in her hands.
“Please, don’t mind me. I’d love to see more actually.” She teases, setting the coffee down and darting away as we both growl at her taunt. Pulling our boxers up as we spin around to chase her into the bedroom.