Chapter 33 #3
“Do you need to suck his cock, Spitfire?” I ask. “I bet a belly full of cum will help your attitude.”
Palming her ass, I pull her down my shaft, forcing her to take me deeper as her fingers dig into my forearms. Her mouth is open in a silent gasp.
“You’re doing so good,” I praised her. “My cock is getting strangled by your sweet cunt. Fuck, you’re amazing.”
“I suppose it’s like getting fucked by a tree branch,” Harlan murmurs, staring at my cock. “Goddamn, you’re big.”
“Stop…staring at my cock,” I rasp.
“I wonder if I could suck it,” he muses. “That thing might just be lickable…”
“Harlan!” Silva yells.
“Fine, fine,” he sighs, pushing his pants down more as he gets onto his knees next to us.
His cock juts out long and proud, his hair pulled up like it usually is.
I swear, he enjoys being an asshole, and his sky blue eyes sparkle with mischief.
“Suck on my cock to help distract yourself from Syrus’ big dick, baby.
I’ll be your personal pacifier any day.”
My eyes roll in derision, but Silva’s mouth greedily opens, and her tongue sticks out.
“Spit in her mouth,” I grunt, watching them. “Give her a little extra lube to help her swallow your cock.”
Smirking, Harlan doesn’t hesitate, and a long string of spit drops into Silva’s mouth before he chases it down with his dick.
He only gives her the tip at first, staying close to her body so she doesn’t strain her neck.
Her hair is up in one of her infamous messy bun, and Harlan fists it as he thrusts his hips shallowly into her mouth.
Using this to my advantage, I rock my hips up, as I pull her down my cock. She gets wetter as she sucks on Harlan’s crown, and I groan as she relaxes enough to take another third of my cock.
I know I’m a lot, which means I try my best to be careful with her. I don’t want to hurt her, not unless she wants me to.
“Fuck yes. Take the rest of me, baby. Suck on Harlan’s pretty dick,” I groan.
“He said it was pretty,” he whispers to her like it’s a secret. They’re ridiculous but I love it. I don’t know if we’ll ever graduate past flirting, but this is fun. “That’s my good little omega. Take some more.”
Harlan slowly fucks his cock down her throat, taking his time as he does. Her head is dropped back, and it gives me access to suck on the bulge his dick makes. This is what flirting looks like for me.
In case it wasn’t obvious.
“Jesus,” Harlan gasps. “I shouldn’t be able to feel you do that but… goddamn it.”
Smirking, I kiss down Silva’s throat as I lift her body up and down, my hands holding the globes of her ass to do all the heavy lifting.
“Play with your clit, Silva,” I growl. “I want you to drown my cock in your cream. I need to feel how good you feel when you come.”
Moaning around Harlan’s dick, her hand slides between us, and she begins to rub her clit. The sounds of sex are the only ones that matter, and I lean back a little to get a better angle as I fuck up into her. She’s pliant and sweet, so eager to come again that her thighs are trembling.
She's wired tightly after the last few days, forgetting the world for a few minutes is important for her. She needs a reset, and we’re the lucky ones to give it to her.
Keening, she gags around Harlan as he presses his knot against her lips.
“Suck on my knot, beautiful. More. Open wider. Fuck. Oh God,” Harlan groans. If he decides his God’s name was Silva, I wouldn’t be surprised.
“Hmm. Show Harlan what you can do when you hollow your cheeks and suck,” I tease her.
Her eyes glance at me with glittering curiosity, intrigued as I am to see if she can make her alpha lose his mind. A second later, Harlan jerks as she does as I say, and I chuckle. His eyes grow dark as his pupils expand, his scent of amber and saffron getting stronger.
“Are you going to rut her pretty little mouth?” I ask, egging him on.
Silva whines, her teeth teasing his knot, and making Harlan growl.
“Mine,” he says. Silva’s mouth is too full to deny him, but I think we may be too far gone for that now.
She’s falling for her pack, and I’m enjoying watching it. She deserves and needs all the dynamics being brought in. From light to dark, and all the laughter and attention.
Silva deserves the world.
Harlan ruts his knot into our omega’s mouth, and drool dribbles down her chin. He can’t go far as he rocks his hips, but he doesn’t need to. Silva is the prettiest chipmunk I’ve ever seen, her mouth working hard to take more of his knot.
Fucking her from below, I grind her clit on my fingers as her hand falls away. The world fades away until it’s just the three of us, and Silva gives me the most beautiful strangled scream as she comes around my cock.
“Fuck. Fuck, I’m coming,” Harlan roars.
Like dominos falling one after the other, Silva’s orgasm pushes me into my release. Harlan’s cum is abundant to say the least, and as hard as she tries, our sweet girl can’t swallow it all down.
Leaning forward, I open my mouth and clean up any cum that overflows out of her mouth, just to be helpful. His cum tastes sweet and savory at the same time and I groan as I fill Silva up with my own load of cum.
Breathing hard, Harlan cups Silva’s face as he carefully pulls out of her mouth. Leaning down, he kisses her as if he wants to swallow her soul, and I revel in her little noises. All I want is for her to be happy.
That’s where my own happiness lies. She thinks she’s selfish, but she’s anything but.
Her chest is heaving as she gasps for breath, her lips twitching.
“That’s one way to put me in a fucking awesome mood,” she laughs.
“Here to be of service any day,” Harlan promises.
“I’ll swing by at closing to make sure you don’t forget where we live,” I murmur.
“We… Are you officially moving in with me then?” Silva asks.
“Do you want me to?” I ask shyly.
“Your dick is still inside of me, Big Guy. I’m pretty sure that’s a yes,” she smirks. “Let’s make it happen.”
“Fuck, I love you,” I growl, hugging her gently as I kiss her.
“I love you too,” she whispers. “Thank you for reminding me of what’s important. Both of you.”
Harlan smiles as he plays with a loose curl that fell from her bun.
“I swear, you don’t see what we do. I need to make sure that changes. You’re a light that people follow, even when you’re grumpy,” he says.
Wrinkling her nose at him, she shifts slightly on my lap.
“I need a clean up on aisle one please,” she jokes. “I’m a mess.”
“As long as you’re our mess, that’s fine,” Harlan winks, getting up to grab the tissue box.
Silva’s eyes meet mine in wonder, and I kiss her nose.
“He’s ready when you are,” I whisper. “That alpha is gone for you.”
I don’t get a chance to say anything more before Harlan comes back with tissues. I have no doubt that when those two officially collide, it’ll be explosive.