20. Roman Osprey #2
Wes keeps his fingers busy while I kiss the inside of one knee. Scarlet watches me work lower. There is no hurry in my path. I kiss her calf and the inside of her thigh, where her muscles jump beneath my mouth. I want her to feel every second of being adored, to know that learning her isn’t a race.
By the time I kiss the soft skin beside her pussy, her fingers are tight in my hair.
“Roman.” There is less warning in her voice now, and more need.
I look up. “Yes? Is there something you want?”
Her eyes narrow and her hips lift.
“Thought so.” I run my tongue through her slick.
Her purr catches.
Wes curls his fingers inside her while I circle her clit with my tongue. Scarlet’s thighs close around my shoulders, and soft moans escape her as I tease her with my tongue.
The privilege of the moment settles over me with enough weight to make me careful. She has spent years making herself untouchable. Now she lies open beneath us, allowing herself to be held, touched, and adored. I want her to remember that we took our time.
Her fingers tighten.
I stop teasing and suck her clit while Wes strokes inside her. Scarlet comes with my name breaking from her mouth. The sound goes through me like a vow.
I ease her through it, gentling my tongue when the scent of her pleasure turns sharp. Her thighs tremble around my shoulders. I finish with a soft kiss against her swollen pussy because she deserves tenderness at the end of every undoing.
She reaches for me before I can move away. I come up over her, and she kisses her taste from my mouth while one hand slips between us.
“You’re wearing too many clothes,” she says. I help her with the belt buckle and strip down with comedic speed. It’s worth it the moment her fingers wrap around my cock.
I cover her hand with mine and guide her thumb over the precum gathered at the head.
She circles it slowly, watching my face as she spreads it down my shaft.
Her first stroke down my shaft glides, and her smile turns wicked.
She does it again, slow enough that my hips follow her hand.
She pays attention to every reaction, visibly storing the information with the same focus she gives an old map.
Being studied by Scarlet will be my undoing.
I let her learn me until pleasure gathers too quickly, then I catch her wrist. “If you keep that up, I’m going to make a mess of your quilts.”
“They’ve survived worse.”
“Not yet, they haven’t.”
She laughs. The sound warms every place in me. I kiss her until her laughter melts into a softer sound. She squirms beneath me, her hips chasing.
“Roman,” she says, breathless. “I need you.”
“I’ve got you, beautiful.” I kneel upright between her thighs and stroke the head of my cock through her slick. Wes stays behind her, one arm braced around her waist while she leans back against his chest.
“Shit. We need protection.” She’s so slick that it tests both my patience and my common sense.
“I’m on birth control and suppressants. Please. I want to feel you.” Scarlet opens wider for me, and I have to close my eyes to gather my control.
I press against her entrance and stay there.
Scarlet pulls me closer. “Slow,” she whispers against my mouth.
I kiss her as I push inside.
The first inch steals the breath from both of us. She opens around me, tight enough to make my vision blur. Her body holds for a breath, then softens.
I stop and kiss her cheek, letting her adjust.
“Breathe,” Wes says near her ear.
Scarlet does.
I slide deeper.
Her nails press into my shoulders as I fill her inch by inch. I watch her face, afraid I will miss the instant when her pleasure becomes discomfort.
“I’m all right,” she whispers.
“I’m still planning to go slowly.”
“That sounds suspiciously like an alpha answer.”
“Pack contamination.”
Wes gives me a look over her shoulder. Scarlet laughs, and her body loosens. The sound nearly finishes me.
By the time my hips meet hers, my control is dangerously close to failing.
“Roman.” Her voice is wrecked already.
“Let go, sweet girl. I’ve got you.” The words come easily. Maybe because they are true.
Wes’s hand moves between us, his fingers finding her clit, and Scarlet jerks around my cock. “Too much?” he asks.
“No.”
“Then take him.”
The command rolls through her. She tightens around me hard enough to pull a groan from my chest. I have to move, slow strokes at first. Long enough for her to feel every inch… gentle enough that she can find the rhythm with me.
My hands stay at her hips while Wes touches her clit and kisses her throat. Scarlet’s hips meet mine. That small response fills me with a ridiculous amount of pride. She is taking pleasure and giving it back, learning the shape of us while we learn her.
The couch creaks beneath us. Rain taps faster against the glass.
“More,” she says.
I give it to her, my next thrust landing harder.
Scarlet cries out, and it’s the prettiest fucking sound.
Wes catches her mouth while his fingers rub tight circles against her clit. Her leg hooks over my hip, opening her wider, and I drive into her again.
“That’s it,” Wes says. “Let him feel how much you want him.”
Her purr turns rough, and the sound caresses down my spine.
I let the wonder stay on my face. Scarlet deserves to see what she does to me.
Her eyes lock on mine, and I know she sees how thoroughly she has me.
Instead of running from the weight of it, she reaches up and touches my cheek. Then her body tightens around my cock.
Wes feels the change too, and he answers it with a deep rumble. “That’s it. Come on his cock like a good omega.”
Scarlet breaks at his praise. Her body clamps around me while her cry fills the living room. I keep moving through it, slower now but deep, letting each contraction pull pleasure through both of us.
She shakes between us, making the sexiest sounds. Wes kisses her through the aftershocks, but his eyes stay on mine.
Don’t you come yet, his gaze says.
He knows me. He knows I have spent half my life making myself easy to need and difficult to abandon. He knows how badly I want this moment to last.
I breathe and hold.
Scarlet opens her eyes.
“Still with us?” I ask.
The sound she makes might be a word, but it’s mostly a moan.
“Want me to keep going?”
Her hands slide down my chest. “Yes.”
I thrust again. And her head falls back on a garbled, “Oh, shit. So good.”
The second build feels different. It’s less startled, greedier.
Scarlet reaches between us and closes her fingers around the base of my cock, where I disappear inside her. The touch nearly ends me.
“Careful.”
Her smile is pure trouble. “No. I want more.”
God, I adore her.
Wes laughs, low and pleased. He eases out from behind Scarlet and shifts to the cushion beside her, close enough that she can turn toward him without leaving my cock. Then he reaches for the fastening of his pants.
Scarlet watches him unzip. His thick cock springs free, and her attention shifts between us. She reaches for Wes while I move inside her. It’s so hot, I almost lose it.
He holds himself close enough to offer, and Scarlet closes the distance.
Her tongue circles his cock. His control fractures across his face.
Scarlet sees it and smiles before sucking on the tip. She likes knowing she can undo us.
I drive into her harder.
Her mouth tightens around Wes, her pretty lips sliding down his cock.
The three of us find rhythm together—my cock filling her, Scarlet’s mouth on our alpha, Wes’s palm closing over her breast, her thigh trembling against my hip.
I have loved Wes for years, and the sight of him with her expands that love, makes me see new facets of it.
Wes cups her breast while I slide one hand between us and find her clit. Her body tightens around my cock.
Scarlet lets his cock slip from her mouth, gasping. “I can’t again.”
“You will,” Wes says.
She looks at me as if I might rescue her.
I thrust deep and hold. “You’re looking at the wrong beta. I want you to be a mess.”
Her laugh collapses into a moan as I press my thumb harder against her clit.
Scarlet comes again, tighter and longer, her pussy squeezing my cock until I can’t hold back. I bury myself inside her and come with my forehead pressed to hers.
Pleasure rips through me, but it’s the look in her eyes that leaves me exposed. She watches me lose control, but she doesn’t look afraid at what I show her.
For several breaths, we stay tangled together.