44. Sophie #2
I shift on his lap until I’m straddling him, my knees on either side of his thighs.
I reach for the hem of his t-shirt and pull it over his head, and my hands find his skin—his shoulders first, the broad, solid curve of them, then his arms, the hard swell of his biceps, the corded muscle of his forearms. Goosebumps rise everywhere I touch, and his breath hitches when my fingertips drag down his chest.
“For you,” I say.
I kiss him. His mouth opens under mine immediately, and the kiss intensifies so fast it’s like falling—his tongue over mine, my hips grinding on the rigid length of him straining through his sweatpants.
He groans into my mouth and his hands slide down my back and grip my ass, hard, possessive, his fingers digging into the flesh.
“Let’s get rid of these,” he murmurs against my mouth, his thumbs hooking into the waistband of my underwear.
I climb off his lap and he stands with me. I push my underwear down and he shoves his sweatpants and boxers off in one motion and then there’s nothing between us.
He lifts me like I weigh nothing. My legs lock around his waist, my arms around his neck, and he presses my back against the nearest wall.
The impact knocks the air from my lungs and his mouth is on my throat, teeth grazing, sucking, his hips pinning me in place while his cock grinds against my pussy.
“Jesus fucking Christ, Sophie,” he growls against my neck, rolling his hips into me, the friction making me cry out.
I can feel his cock between my legs, hard against me, the length of him making my stomach clench.
He shifts my weight into one arm like it’s nothing and positions himself at my entrance.
He pauses and looks down between us.
“I can see your pussy pulsing, sweetheart,” he breathes, his voice wrecked. “Clenching around nothing, begging for my cock. Dripping for me.” His eyes come back up to mine, feral and blue. “You want it?”
“Finn, please—”
He grips my ass with both hands and slams into me.
The sound that tears out of me bounces off the walls. He buries himself to the hilt in one thrust, and the depth of it steals my breath and wipes every thought from my head.
“Fuck, Sophie—fuck, fuck, fuck—” He says it against my throat, his voice breaking, his hips already driving into me again, pinning me to the wall with every thrust. His cock is so deep I can feel him in my stomach, the textured shaft dragging over every nerve inside me, and his hands are gripping my ass and I never want him to let go.
“You’re ours, sweetheart,” he says, pulling almost all the way out and slamming back in. “And we’re yours.”
“Yes—Finn, yes, right there, don’t stop—”
“I’m not stopping, sweetheart. I’m never fucking stopping.”
He drives into me harder, faster, his hips snapping into mine, and the wet sounds of his cock inside me fill the room.
His mouth finds my breast and he sucks my nipple between his teeth and bites and the combination of the pain and the pleasure and the depth of him sends me over the edge so fast I don’t even feel it building.
I come in seconds. My whole body seizes, my walls clenching around his cock so hard he shouts, my nails raking down his back as the orgasm tears through me in violent, pulsing waves.
Finn holds me through it. His hips slow but don’t stop, rocking into me while I shake apart in his arms, his breath hot and ragged on my lips.
“We’re not done yet, sweetheart,” he whispers.
MAX
The house smells like sex and maple syrup.
I know before I even set the grocery bags down. Ethan knows too—he’s right behind me, and I hear his breath catch. We look at each other. Neither of us says a word.
I leave the bags by the door and follow the sounds down the hall.
Sophie is on the couch, straddling Finn, completely naked. Her hair is wild, her skin flushed, and Finn’s cock is inside her. She looks thoroughly undone, her chest heaving.
She turns her head and sees me in the doorway and her green eyes go wide and then dark and then hungry, and her scent spikes—rain and crushed roses, thick with arousal—so hard it hits me like a fist to the chest.
“Started without us,” I say.
“You were taking too long,” she says. And the look she gives me—shameless, challenging, her lips swollen and her body wrapped around Finn—makes my cock so hard it hurts.
Ethan appears beside me and his eyes sweep over her. He takes his glasses off, folds them carefully, and sets them on the shelf.
“It smells like sex and maple syrup in here,” he says.
“Long story,” Finn says beneath her, his hands on her waist, his blue eyes glazed.
I cross the room and kneel in front of the couch, my eyes level with hers. I cup her face and kiss her deeply, and when I pull back, my thumb drags across her lower lip.
“Max,” she whispers.
“Hi, little one.”
I glance at Finn.
“Don’t stop fucking her.”
Finn’s mouth curves. “Wasn’t planning to.”
His hips keep moving beneath her. I hold Sophie’s gaze as I unbutton my shirt and let it drop. Her eyes move down my body and stay there. Ethan strips beside me, and when Sophie sees us both, naked and hard and watching her, she grinds down on Finn so hard he groans.
Ethan and I move closer. Sophie’s eyes drop between us, back and forth, and her tongue slides across her lower lip. The hunger on her face is so raw it makes my cock twitch.
“Why don’t you suck Max’s cock while I fuck you, sweetheart?” Finn murmurs against her ear.
She doesn’t hesitate.
I step closer and she takes me into her mouth. Her lips stretch around me, her eyes fluttering closed, and the wet heat of her tongue sliding along the underside of my cock makes my hand fly to her hair.
“Fuck, Sophie.”
She takes me deeper, her cheeks hollowing, and I can feel the back of her throat. My thighs tense and my fingers tighten in her hair.
Ethan kneels behind her, his hands sliding over her ass. He spreads her open and gathers her wetness with his fingers, circling her rim.
“Ethan,” she whispers, then takes me back into her mouth.
“Mm.” Ethan’s thumbs stroke over her. “I know what you want, sweet girl.”
Beneath her, Finn stops moving, his cock buried deep, his hands settling on her waist as he watches.
Ethan leans down and drags his tongue across her rim in one slow stroke.
Sophie moans around my cock, the vibration traveling all the way through me. Ethan does it again, slower this time, and her hips start rocking onto his mouth.
“You’re already relaxing for me,” he murmurs. “Omegas open more easily here when they’re aroused. It’s normal. It’s how an omega can take all her alphas at once.”
His thumb circles slowly. “Can I?”
She pulls off my cock. “Yes.”
Then he presses one finger in.
“Oh—” Her whole body goes rigid, her breath catching. “Ethan, that’s—”
“Too much?” he asks, stilling immediately.
“No,” she whispers. “It feels... it feels good.”
“Good.” His other hand strokes her hip. “You’ll enjoy this, Sophie. I promise.”
His finger slides in slowly, letting her adjust.
“Fuck,” Finn breathes beneath her. “I can feel you clenching around me every time he moves his finger, sweetheart.”
Ethan adds a second finger and Sophie moans, her head falling back onto Ethan’s shoulder. I cup her jaw with one hand and watch her face, my other hand fisting my cock.
“You like that?” Ethan says, his voice low.
She moans, her hips pushing onto his hand.
“She wants more, Eth.” Finn’s jaw is tight, his hands gripping her waist. “I can feel her clenching so hard around me every time you move.”
Ethan adds a third finger.
“Fuck, little one,” I breathe, watching his three fingers disappear inside her. “You’re opening up beautifully for Ethan.”
Ethan watches her for a moment, then stills. “Your body is pulling me in, sweet girl,” he whispers. “You want this.”
“Please, Ethan.”
“Tell us exactly what you want, Sophie,” I say.
“I want you to fuck me there, Ethan.”
The look on his face changes.
Finn kisses the side of her neck, his arms tightening around her. Then he lifts her off his cock, carefully. She whimpers at the loss, her thighs trembling, and he presses his forehead to her shoulder for a second before letting go.
“Come on, sweetheart.” He helps her onto her hands and knees, one hand steady at her waist. “We’ve got you.”
Ethan reaches for a bottle of lube and slicks himself, then spreads more across her, his fingers sliding in easily now, three of them gliding in and out.
“Your body is begging for it, Sophie,” Ethan whispers. Finn moves to her other side, his hand sliding beneath her to stroke her clit.
“Still want my cock, sweet girl?”
Sophie looks back at him, eyes heavy-lidded, her hips already pressing toward him. There’s no fear in her face. Only want.
“Yes, Ethan.”
Ethan positions himself behind her and presses the tip of his cock to her rim.
“Breathe, sweet girl,” he says, one hand stroking her lower back. “Push back against me. Let me in.”
She exhales and presses back, and the head of his cock breaches her slowly and I watch the ring of muscle stretch around him, gripping the thick head of his shaft.
“Oh my God—” Sophie gasps, her fingers clawing at the couch cushion.