Chapter Fourteen
Fiona
Horror coated Hale’s face. Carlos just laid there, on top of me, showing the world his beautiful, tan, muscular ass.
“It’s fine,” I told him, enjoying his bashful look, embarrassment filling his pluot scent.
“Snowboarding was good?” Carlos asked lazily. “When’s the skijoring thing?”
I had no idea what skijoring was, but I’d go see it. It was probably both fascinating and dangerous. One of my favorite combos.
“We have time,” Hale mumbled, trying to look everywhere that wasn’t us.
A bashful alpha? Fucking adorable. Hmmm, he was from a big family. Could I tease him?
“These are breasts.” I cupped the one not under Carlos. “They come in many shapes and sizes. Many are not symmetrical. Nipples come in a variety of colors, too. As you can see mine are quite large and rather heavy.” I gave it a little jiggle and smirked.
Hale’s eyes stayed on my breast.
I smacked Carlos’ ass. “This is premium hockey ass.”
Carlos waggled his ass in the air.
“If you want this to be when we make it up to him, I’m all for it,” Carlos whispered in my ear.
I nodded. Yes, I could use some more fucking. Also, I hadn’t had an alpha in ages and being so close to him made me needy.
Not to mention, maybe they’d finally kiss.
“Just because I don’t date much doesn’t mean I don’t know a breast when I see one,” Hale growled, eyes flashing.
Arousal replaced the embarrassment. Good alpha.
“Does that mean you know your way around a pussy?” I teased.
“I know enough. Never been with an omega, though.” He stayed in the doorway. Hale wore a sweater and some thermal pants–and I could see the outline of his cock.
I ran my tongue over my lower lip. “I think I’d like to have you.”
“Would you now?” His voice went rough as he eyes flickered over to Carlos, who nodded.
“Oh, I would. Not sure I’m ready for your knot, though.” I ran my hands over my body. After all, we’d just met. Outside of a heat I liked to get to know an alpha a little before he knotted me.
“That’s just fine. I… I’d like that, too, Puddin’.” He took a few steps inside, closing the door with his bare foot.
Pudding? I loved it.
And pudding.
“I’ve never knotted anyone, so that’s fine with me.” His eyes went over my body and I watched him closely.
This was the moment. Did he love my jiggle along with my curves? If he didn’t, well, then what use was he to me?
“Fuck, you’re beautiful. You’re like that goddess in the flower painting that I saw in a museum in France,” he breathed.
“Really?” I squealed a little in delight, because that was an incredible compliment. “You’re wearing too many clothes. And why the hat?”
“We’re going to see skijoring. Afterwards, if we went back on the slopes, I’d just leave it in my locker. That’s where my stuff is now. The snow park was at our lodge and fun, but a bunch of kids came, and—”
“Take off your clothes,” I interrupted.
“Yes, ma’am.” He grinned as he took off his pants and briefs.
Oooh, look at that cock. I played with Carlos’ wavy hair as I eyed Hale’s large, wide, and hard, alpha dick. Hale was paler than Carlos, but much darker than me. His knot had started to swell. Well, look at that.
“I don’t have a hockey ass, but I think mine’s okay. I work out.” Turning he wagged it, as he took off his hat and shirt.
I couldn’t help but laugh as he started twerking.
“Nice moves. Is your job working at a club? I won’t judge if it is,” I told him.
“I… I don’t dance. I’m a bouncer,” he said softly. “My siblings don’t know. But yeah, sometimes I fool around to amuse the dancers when things are slow, or we’re not open yet.”
Hale turned around, revealing his smooth and rippled chest. Did he wax or was he naturally hairless? With him it could go either way.
Carlos only had a tiny bit of chest hair and he usually shaved it. Something about liking to be smooth under the base layer he wore beneath his hockey gear.
Hale held his hat in his hands, his eyes flickering from me to Carlos. “Carlos, I’d very much like to take your omega for a ride. If that’s okay with you, Fifi.”
“Mmmm, yes, let’s.” I squeezed Carlos’ shoulder.
“Have you ever heard, Wear the hat, ride the cowboy?” Hale set his hat on my head.
“What?” I blinked, moving the hat up, since it was too big for me.
Carlos moved over on the bed and patted it. “I think he wants you to ride him.”
Oh? If this strapping alpha wanted me to ride him… well… who was I to say no?
“I suppose… Alpha.” It sounded so natural to call him that.
Desire flared from Hale as he laid down on the bed. Carlos grabbed a condom off the nightstand and handed it to Hale.
Hale opened the package. “Anything I need to be aware of? Things you like, don’t like, places you want or don’t want to be touched? Don’t worry, I’ll keep my knot to myself.”
“Degradation isn’t my thing, but other than that, I think you’re good. I’ll tell you if it’s not. How about you?” I ran my hand down his chest.
“Touch me, Sweet Omega. I’m your pony to ride.” He slid the condom over his cock. It was a tight fit. “Um, Carlos, feel free to participate and touch as much or little as you want.”
“Sounds good to me.” Carlos nodded.
Pulling Carlos to me, I gave him a kiss. Yes, I was feeling a little adventurous.
Hale laid down on his back and made gimmie hands. “Ride me, Cowgirl.”
Not yet. I was still feeling playful.
“I’ve done a bit of riding, shouldn’t I get to know the horse a little first?” I ran my hand up his leg, which was not hairless like his chest. “Good legs.” My fingers traced his abs. “Nice chest.” Leaning over, I kissed him.
His lips captured mine, kiss warm and hungry, as his arms pulled me to him, knocking the hat off.
Finally, I broke off the kiss. “Good kiss. Okay, I suppose I can ride this horse.”
“Here’s your hat.” Carlos put it back on my head.
Straddling him, I sank down on Hale’s shaft.
“Does that feel nice, Mi Reina?” Carlos said softly, stroking his cock as he watched us.
“Oooh, yes.” Taking Hale’s hands, I began to move up and down.
“You look so beautiful riding me,” Hale breathed.
As I rode him, the hat kept slipping over my eyes, making me laugh.
Every time it did, Carlos tilted it up. While most of the time Hale's eyes stayed on mine, every so often they flickered over to Carlos.
Hale’s hands traced over my curves, finally cupping my breasts. “They look the same size to me. I love the color of your nipples, it’s like the inside of a seashell.”
Sitting up, he stole a lick, winked, and fell back down onto the bed.
“How do they taste?” Carlos asked, his chocolate scent also sweet with desire.
“So good,” Hale breathed.
He was putting out pheromones something fierce, making me feel all warm and fuzzy.
“Would you like me to taste your breasts as well?” Carlos asked.
I nodded. He leaned in and gave them a kiss, tracing his tongue around the nipple, then giving it a flick.
“Pumpkin, should I suck your cock while I ride Hale?” I suggested.
“Yes, I think we should see how well your omega sucks cock,” Hale whispered to Carlos.
Coming right up to Hale’s shoulder, Carlos got on his knees and fed me his dick. I let go of one of Hale’s hands and grabbed Carlos’ ass. My other hand squeezed Hale’s tightly.
Carlos tangled his fingers in my hair. One of Hale’s hands found my clit. Greedily, I sucked Carlos as I continued to ride Hale, careful to make sure I didn’t accidentally impale myself on his knot, which was fully inflated and quite large.
My pleasure crested. I quickened my pace on Hale’s cock, while swirling my tongue around Carlos’ dick.
“Come for me, Mi Reina, I can smell it. Come like my good queen,” Carlos murmured.
I came at those words alone, my pussy quivering and spasming around Hale’s cock.
“Fuck, Fifi, I’m about to cum,” Hale moaned, arching his back slightly. He trembled and then sighed, looking content. “Amazing.”
“The two of you undo me,” Carlos told me, stroking my hair. “I’m going to cum.” His hot juices filled my mouth and I swallowed him down. For a moment he held me to him. Carlos kissed the top of my head. “You suck me down so well. You’re perfect, my queen.”
“I aim to please.” I shot him a sultry look. Yes, I’d do that again.
“Oh, you did.” Hale pulled me to his chest. “You please me so well.”
While I knew I did, praise from an alpha like that still made my inner omega do a happy little wiggle.
Carlos took the hat and put it on the nightstand.
“Me, too.” Carlos snuggled against us.
“Her sucking you was fucking hot,” Hale said softly.
Kiss, kiss, kiss. Their faces were so close.
Carlos reached out and moved some hair out of his eyes. “Maybe we can take her together next time?”
His other hand patted my ass.
Oh? I’d taken Carlos in my ass before. The idea of him there and Hale in my pussy made me clench. They hadn’t kissed yet, but I had time.
“I think she likes that idea.” Hale kissed me.
Yes, I liked that a lot.
Merry Christmas to me.
“They do what?” I asked as we joined a crowd along a course, which had jumps, rings, cones, and fire. We had spiked hot chocolate with whipped cream and candy canes, and waffle cookies shaped like snowflakes.
“So, the horse takes off, pulling the skier or snowboarder, who goes through the obstacle course and grabs the rings. Most of the time the winner has the fastest time. But sometimes they’re judged on style.
” Hale, wearing his cowboy hat, pulled us toward the barrier that separated the spectators from the course.
“This sounds insane.” I watched as a few people walked the track.
“Oh, it is. I want to try it. There’s a ton of skijoring out by my sister Grace. Maybe I can catch one where they match you with a rider before I head back for the spring semester. She keeps sending me pictures of sad chickens in sweaters.” He sighed as he showed me a bunch of photos.
“I didn’t know you could put sweaters on chickens,” I replied. They were so cute, too.
“Tutus as well.” He showed me more pictures.
I did a little happy dance, overwhelmed at the sheer cuteness of chickens in tutus.
He chuckled. “If you like that, here’s a hedgehog in a top hat.”
“That monocle.” My hand went to my mouth. “Does Grace have a farm?”