Chapter 9
ESPER
I can’t believe I texted them. I can’t believe they came. I can’t believe I’m about to… do this. I get a bit sick with straight nerves at the thought of being so intimate with someone. So soon. I’ve barely gotten to know these men.
But I wouldn't want anyone else here.
Neven’s lips capture mine. They’re so soft and inviting, and I slowly wrap my hands around his neck.
I’ve kissed before, at least. But his kiss…
oh my god, his kiss is unlike any kiss I've had before.
Something about the way his hand guides the back of my head, fingers under my hair, as his lips press against mine outsoothes any ASMR video I could dream up.
He leans in, kissing me deeper. His tongue pokes my lips and I open. I let him lead our kiss, as his tongue finds mine.
His hands move down my body, wrapping around the back of my thighs a second before he lifts me. His caramel scent wrapping around me like a hug. A hug I never want to leave. Maybe we could spend this heat just kissing?
His lips are so nice. So perfect. His touch, his hands on my skin, are like little sparks of magic. Soothing the burn overtaking my body. I’d waited a whole thirty minutes before I finally hit send on that damn text.
Thirty minutes of trying to get off with my vibrator, getting nowhere, and the pain in my stomach increasing.
I wasted so much time when I could have had this from the start. I get the hype around boyfriends if they are supposed to kiss you like this.
I had few in high school, but none ever left a lasting impression. Neven and Reed pulled me in deeper in text conversations and a single date than any other boy ever has.
Even after three orgasms—subpar, may I add—I was in agony, stomach cramping and skin burning. I couldn’t take the pain anymore. I knew I needed them. I wanted them. Reed and Neven.
And they came.
I’m hit with a dose of pancakes as Reed slots himself firmly against my back.
His lips meet the space between my neck and shoulder.
Sucking and licking the spot where a bond would typically go.
My omega purrs instinctively. The rumble goes through my chest, and Neven welcomes my purr with one of his own.
The delicious sound and grumble between our chests made me want to climb Neven more.
They filled this aching space in my chest with warmth and comfort, and I could stay right here between them forever.
“You taste like fucking heaven,” Reed whispers, peppering kisses all over the back of my neck as his hands trail up my legs and wrap around my stomach, pulling me into him. I feel like a toy in tug of war and love it. I couldn’t hide the smile between Neven’s and my lips.
“Oh,” I moan, breaking my lips from Neven’s as Reed scrapes his teeth over my skin. My omega purrs and whines, and I can’t stop the grind of my overheated core against Neven’s stomach.
Maybe I... maybe I could do more than kisses and hugs.
Caramel mixes with pancakes in the air and oh my god they smell delicious together. I capture Neven’s lips again, needing another taste.
“Please,” I mutter, not sure what exactly I'm begging for. My omega is bolder than I am, taking over despite my shyness at never having done this before.
My face is flushed red for more than one reason. Every grind against Neven’s stomach makes the pain go away and so I keep going.
My mind is as awake as my instincts, and it’s causing a headache as a lash of heat whips my core.
I whine, pressing myself closer to Neven but also trying to press back into Reed. Taking Reed’s hand from my stomach, I try to drag him closer. He takes the hint, properly squishing me between the two of them, and it feels so damn right.
Reed ends up stepping back, the cool air brushing my skin and making me beyond uncomfortable.
I try to climb Neven, hiking my leg over his hip higher.
The action causes me to slip a bit, accidentally grinding against him…
his… dick…and I moan at the rush of pleasure, biting the ever-living hell out of my bottom lip.
God. I need more.
Am I really… gonna be intimate with… someone— someones for the first time?
Yes, my omega screams in my mind. I decide to listen to her. She knows what she’s doing, after all, even if I don’t.
Dropping my legs from Neven’s hold, I turn towards Reed.
Before I do this, I need to see the man I’ve been talking to, dreaming over since I matched with him.
I stare into his brown eyes. Getting a real look at the man I’ve been obsessed over online for the last three days. His blond hair is a warmer blond in person. His skin is tanner, more alive, and soft. Covered in tattoos I want to trace with my finger… or my tongue.
The best part is the way he looks at me. The way his eyes shine and that little glimmer in his eyes makes bits of my nerves melt away.
I’m in safe hands. The best hands even.
Reed brushes his fingers over my burning cheek. “It’s nice to meet you, officially, beautiful.”
I blush at his words and nod my head. My hands land on his chest. A featherlight touch he leans into, and my nerves are soothed by the show of want from him.
“It’s nice to meet you too.” I can feel the blush spreading down my neck as his gaze pins me still.
“Now let me satisfy that needy pussy of yours.” His hands are lifting me by my waist and my feet dangle in the air as he throws me on my bed.
I can’t help the crazed laugh, half joy, half worry, that leaves my lips as the mattress dips under me.
“Reed!” I yelp, and then he’s on me, between my legs. Neven lets out a dark chuckle as he finds his spot next to me. Dragging his fingers up my side, a nice cooling effect on my burning skin where his touch meets.
“If you want either of us to stop, say…” Neven trails off, trying to think of a word. My mind goes blank too as I try to supply a safe word. All I can think about is them, naked and… And…
“Red?” I supply, but they both shake their heads.
“Reed’s nickname is Red,” Neven says and I hum. He lightly slides his lips over my skin, his hands wandering under my shirt and for once it doesn’t set off alarm bells in my mind. It doesn’t make me freeze or jerk away. I melt, I actually melt, and I smile as my eyes find his.
I never, ever, felt this way when with a guy. Or a girl, because I thought maybe I was gay. But no, I just never got comfortable enough.
“Guys,” I moan, withering in Reed’s hands. The heat lashing my body is getting stronger, uncomfortable again. I was… I need—
“Motor?” Neven suggests and I groan. Needing their hands, lips, everywhere, under my skin at this point.
Reed shakes his head, his hands gripping my thighs as he pulls me to the edge of the bed. “Sounds too much like ‘more.’” The fabric scrunching underneath me makes a whip of excitement run through me.
My eyes watch them both, bouncing between them. They are so casual. So … normal. Almost like a... a Pack.
No, Esper, oh my god, no. That’s the heat talking.
“Guys, please!” I try to quietly shout. “It hurts.”
This whips them from their conversation.
Reed leans over me, kissing my bare stomach.
Just below my belly button. I grip the sheets under me.
My ass nearly hangs off the bed as Neven runs his hands over my chest and shoulders.
Leaning down to pepper kisses over me as this conversation goes on too long.
“Maroon,” Neven suggests, this time his hands trickling lower and lower down my stomach. Though it feels good, anticipation is rising. It’s not enough. The cramps from before are returning with a vengeance, and I shift in Reed's hands. Unstable to be still.
“That’s different enough,” Reed confirms and I could cry at the end of this very needed, and responsible, conversation.
“Okay, maroon, good, got it,” I say, jerking my hips, trying to find any sort of friction as my core cries at the lack of something. Anything. “Please.”
“What an eager little virgin,” Reed chuckles.
I can’t get possibly more red, more embarrassed at my need to get off.
“Someone kiss me please,” I say, surprised at myself for demanding what I wanted. Maybe this isn’t so bad.
“Whatever the good omega wants,” Neven says, leaning down to capture my lips again. My hands move from gripping the sheets, needing to touch him again. I cup his face as his tongue caresses mine.
Reed isn’t waiting either. His breath makes my skin tingle as he grips my shorts.
“Esper, give me verbal confirmation,” he huffs. I break from Neven’s kiss to see him. He leans, not having to move much since my bed is so damn high. His eyes are dark, hungry as he stares, and my omega purrs as the intense feeling of being desired courses through my body.
“Yes,” I say, though I’m not even sure what I’m saying yes to first. Reed slides his shirt off and slides it under my hips.
“So I can smell it later too.” He winks and I blush, looking away as what he said registers in my brain.
“What if we did this instead,” Neven says and lifts me and himself up so we’re both kneeling. His front presses against my back as Reed adjusts so he’s right under me, and Neven holds me up as I don’t fall off the bed.
Oh my God.
What in the hell did I sign up for? And why is my slick drenching my thighs at the thought of being so close to falling?
“Trust me?” Neven whispers against my neck and I nod. Trusting him more than I’ve trusted any other person, despite how little I actually know about him.
“Reed, grab the desk chair,” Neven demands, which makes Reed glare but he does it. Unbuckling his jeans but not pulling them down. The sight is erotic and almost has me gushing. He straddles my desk chair, which puts him at the perfect height to…
Eat me.
“Oh darlin’, you don’t even know how excited I am to get a taste of you,” he mutters, kissing up my inner thigh, making me moan.