Chapter 28 #2
When we pull apart, the silence is comfortable and intimate. He pushes my hair behind my ear and then kisses all over my face until I giggle. He helps me take off my shoes and get comfortable under the sheets.
“So, where are the others?” I ask as Remi climbs in with me.
“Lennon is sleeping in his room, and Malaki and Cyrus took Jamie on a date in the city.” He bites his lip. “They wanted to invite you along, but I asked them if I could steal you away instead.”
A laugh bubbles up from his admission. “Wanted me all to yourself, huh?”
He gives me a crooked smile. “Always, baby. Any chance I can get.”
My cheek muscles hurt, but I’m glad he mentioned it because it’s a reminder that I’ll have to get used to dividing my time between all of them so they all feel special. Just the way they deserve.
He pulls me closer to him, and gestures around the room. “There isn’t a lot to do. I have some snacks, and this hotel provides individual tellies, which is nice. Do you want to watch something?”
“Yeah, why not? Let’s see what’s on Canadian cable right now.”
I don’t know why I agree, because not even twenty minutes into some random movie neither of us have ever seen, he’s kissing me again and climbing on top of me, smothering me in the most delicious way that I have to stifle a loud moan.
“I have some other things we could play with to pass the time,” he whispers as he kisses my neck.
“Oh yeah?” I ask. When did my voice get so breathy? “Like what?”
He grins, and I find myself looking at his teeth. They’re so white and pristine and… am I attracted to his teeth? What is happening?
“Would you like me to show you?” he asks and climbs out from underneath the covers. I can’t see him as he looks through his suitcase, my body buzzing with excitement at whatever he is getting.
When he climbs back into the bed and crawls over me once more, he conceals the item in his hand and kisses me instead.
I let him, because his lips seem to lull me into bliss and I could bask in it forever.
The kiss turns quick and hasty as he pulls off my pants and chucks them aside.
I’m so ramped up that the second his index finger slides over me, my body contorts from the sensitivity of it.
“You’re slick,” he comments, his mouth agape with pleasure. “Look at you, baby. You’re fucking soaked.”
He plays, touching me everywhere and spreading my slick around. It feels so good that I bite my lip to stay quiet, but he soon figures out what I’m doing and growls at me.
“I want to hear you,” he says, his thumb pulling my lip free gently. “Like when we were at that club, I wanted to hear every single sound. Please grace me with them today.”
Before I can respond, he slides two fingers into me.
The abrupt intrusion has me moaning. The feeling is too good, too fast as he thrusts in and out of me with ease.
Then, when I didn’t think I could be anymore afraid of an embarrassingly quick orgasm, the thing in his hand thrums to life with a soft buzz, and he puts it right on my clit.
The little cylinder vibrator packs a wild punch. The vibrations immediately take over my body and have me arching and squirming. I instinctually try to scoot away, the abundant thrumming becoming sensitive against my clit, but Remi props his elbow on me and holds me still.
The feeling of his fingers working alongside the vibrator sends me into a pleasured panic.
The way he is manipulating my body is both the best and scariest thing I’ve ever experienced.
It sends me higher and higher, and he doesn’t appear to be in a rush to move on to anything else.
He just watches me, his eyes full of heat, and then when I least expect it, he moves the vibrator the tiniest bit, and the new position it’s in sends my body over the edge.
But he doesn’t stop there. After I come down, he takes the vibrator off for a few seconds before putting it back on, his fingers working at a quickened pace.
The entire time, his eyes trail over my face, clocking every reaction.
It’s nerve-wracking, especially when another spark of energy seems to be flying right towards me.
“Fuck, Remi, I’m coming again—” The feeling slowly overtakes me in waves. It’s a burning inferno, blazing me from the inside out, and then it crashes, my body collapsing back on the sheets with exhaustion.
Before Remi or I can say anything, the door opens, and my gasp is loud as a sleepy Lennon pauses abruptly in the doorway. Remi pulls his fingers out of me as Lennon watches, and my cheeks flush a dark red.
“Oh fuck, I’m sorry,” he says, his mouth agape. “I didn’t know you invited Josie over. I, uh… I’ll just go back to my room…”
He turns to walk away, but my entire body seems to reject that idea. The very thought of him leaving this room makes me call out to him in desperation as I say, “Alpha.”
He stops and looks back, his eyes wide.
“Do you want him to join us, Josie?” Remi asks with a wicked tilt in his smile.
I nod, and the alpha at the door immediately shuts it and makes his way back over to us.
“What a way to wake up from an afternoon nap,” he jokes just before he kisses me. His kisses are much quicker than Remi’s, like he can’t wait to take all of them, and it leaves my omega giddy in my chest. He holds both of my cheeks, the touch so gentle that a whimper climbs up my throat.
“Come on, Len,” Remi says, the toy discarded. “Show our omega how pretty your cock is.”
I squeak with surprise. The lust in Remi’s voice is so sexy and intentional that I can’t breathe for half a second as Lennon listens to him. He lies on his back to pull himself out, and my eyes widen.
“Oh my god.” My eyes trail over the little barbells that he has displayed down the length of his cock. They’re shiny and perfectly parallel to each other. There must be five or six of them.
“Do you like what you see, Omega?” he asks, his eyes sparkling with mischief.
Remi must see the way I’m ogling his pack mate, because he asks, “Do you want to use us, Omega? Like we suggested last time.”
I shake my head, feeling the need to be brave. I only occasionally like to be in the driver’s seat, but there’s one thing I love more than anything, and it’s time I told my alphas the truth.
“I want… to be used,” I confess, a little bit shy. “I want to be used by you both.”
“Fuck,” one of them breathes out, but I don’t catch who with my gaze to the floor.
Remi immediately snatches a pillow from behind me and places it on the floor. “Come here, baby.”
I try to figure out what he wants, but I end up just looking at the pillow with wide eyes.
“Sit on it, baby,” he commands me, and my core spasms. It feels awkward at first as I sit on the overstuffed pillow, completely bare, but then my clit slides over it in a certain way, and my mouth falls open on a gasp.
“Yeah, that’s it.” Remi moves in front of me, taking off his clothes at a teasingly slow pace. “Lennon and I are going to use your throat. You sit there and be a good girl for us.”
Those words are exactly what I need to hear as I sit there, waiting. I wish I could say I was doing so patiently, but that’s a complete lie. Lennon discards the rest of his clothes, too, and comes to stand in front of me.
“We thought about doing this that night on the tour bus,” Lennon says, his thumb brushing my bottom lip. “You left us hard and wanting, so we had to find a scenario and torture each other with it.”
“We came so hard in each other’s hands, pretending they were yours,” Remi adds.
My brows shoot up as Lennon’s cock slides over my tongue and the taste of ginger explodes.
He thrusts in slowly, lavishing down my throat at a slow pace before taking himself out, then Remi’s cock is there, doing the same thing.
They repeat the motion over and over again, getting into a rhythm as they use my throat together.
I can feel slick pooling below, covering the pillow and making it easier to grind on it.
There are so many things going through my mind right now.
The idea of them touching each other sends me into a frenzy.
The image of them stroking each other on the tour bus bench with my scent still lingering in the air is almost too much for me to bear.
Lennon slides back in and commandeers my throat for longer, breaking their meticulous pace. He groans, his head falling back. The barbells sit awkwardly in my throat, but it’s not uncomfortable. Anything that makes those sounds fall from my alpha’s lips is worth it.
“You’re such a good fucking toy,” he rasps. “Letting me use you for my pleasure. It makes me so fucking hard.”
I moan, the sound echoing around his cock.
He thrusts harder, rocking me in a steady rhythm for his pleasure, and I realize I love it.
This is where I belong, sitting at their feet and letting them use me for whatever they need.
Pleasure blooms in my belly, and I feel like one single thrust into the pillow between my legs will have me coming instantly.
I don’t get there, though, because Remi picks me up a moment later and clashes his lips to mine.
The kiss is frenzied and explosive. My body seems to move faster than my brain can keep up with, because suddenly I’m on the bed being manhandled by these two alphas as they secure me between them.
Lennon lies below me, his lips immediately covering one of my nipples after Remi rips my shirt off.