Chapter 9 #2
“For jerking off, Red.” He smirks, lifting the bottle of water-based product, popping the top, then squeezing a stream of it over both of us. “I don’t have time to be the player you’re assuming I am, but I still masturbate like I’m being paid to do it. The lube helps. I hate to chafe.”
I nod as my eyes drop to what he’s doing, more relieved than I’d like to admit.
I stopped questioning soul bonds and scent matches years ago, long before we had the club, but experiencing something like this is new for me, and I have to assume Leon and I are connected in some way given how intense we’ve been in such a short period of time. We have to be, right?
I gasp as he starts moving his hand, coating our dicks in lube before he begins to slowly thrust.
“Fuck,” I grunt as the multiple little barbells slide against me, the sensation along my erection nearly euphoric. “Leon, goddamn.”
“Mhm,” he mumbles, watching our cocks grind together, his light eyes flaring as I start rolling my hips to match his movements. “Oh, you are definitely mine, Red. I’m keeping you. You don’t have a choice anymore.”
I don’t think I ever did.
I want Leon just as much as he seems to want me, and I have a feeling that when we’re done, my life is not going to be the same as it was before.
He growls as he applies more pressure, tightening his hold as we both fuck his hand. It feels good, so fucking good but it’s not enough. Not right now. I need more from him.
“Fuck me,” I hiss through my teeth as warmth spreads low in my belly. “Now, Leon. Fuck me.”
“Don’t have to tell me twice.” He lets go with a grunt but grabs my hips, helping me upright as I pull myself up by the back of the passenger seat.
Leon sits in the middle of the back bench, slouching down a little as I swing my leg over his thighs and straddle his lap.
I hunch forward, holding onto his shoulders as I lift my ass, waiting as Leon lines his thick cock up with my entrance.
He hangs onto my hip and starts to push me down slowly but I don’t have the patience for him to be thoughtful.
He can be a gentleman next time we fuck.
Right now, I want it fast and hard, and it makes me so goddamn glad I’ve been using the dildos with knots.
I like sticking my dick inside a warm and willing participant as much as the next guy, but I love bottoming for the right person, too.
It’s been a long time since I found someone worthy, so I’ve been using toys for omegas in the meantime, and now I know why.
I want to take every fucking inch of Leon’s cock right down to the knot, and beta or not, I always get what I want.
Gripping the sides of his neck, I lean forward and kiss him deeply, sucking on his tongue, drinking in his brandied pear taste before I bear down, sliding all the way down on him in one quick movement.
“Holy mother of the universe and horny assholes,” he groans as his head falls back against the headrest. “Did you just take my knot?”
I smile as I start to move, sliding up and down his length slowly at first. “You got a problem with that, alpha?”
Leon growls low in his throat as he lifts his hips, meeting me thrust for thrust, increasing our pace as I ride him harder.
“No problem, Red.” He grunts as he lifts his head, looking me in the eye while he fists my dick and starts pumping me to the same rhythm. “Not a one, other than figuring out when I can bite your pretty throat so I really can keep you forever.”
I press a hard kiss to his lips, moving even faster as those words ignite something inside of me. “You, shit, fuck me, you have to earn it first.”
Leon chuckles a bit before he growls again, the sound fading into a beautiful moan. “Anything for you, Styx.”
“Oh my god.” I throw my head back as I start to orgasm, the first jet of my cum hitting my stomach before Leon jerks my cock faster, squeezing it harder and focusing on my piercing as my release tears through me.
He lifts his hips and slams me down over his knot as it swells, the alpha I want to claim growling as his cum fills my ass.
I jerk forward as my orgasm peaks, my forehead resting on his shoulder, my eyes landing on his hand and how he’s milking me, my cum covering his abs and reaching toward his chest.
I don’t think I’ve ever come this much before. I didn’t even know my body could store this much cum.
“Hey, Red,” Leon grunts through clenched teeth. “We have an audience. Smile pretty for our alpha while I show him what he’s missing.”
I struggle to lift my head but when I do, I follow his line of sight, my eyes clashing with one pale blue eye and one cloudy white one. I moan as I roll my hips, fucking myself on Leon’s cock, working my ass around his fully swollen knot as another beautiful and stoic alpha watches us like a hawk.
His gaze doesn’t leave either of us, just slightly shifts from my face to Leon’s and back again as he takes a long pull from his cigarette.
I cry out as I stare at him, a string of incoherent bullshit falling from my lips as I completely explode.
Another orgasm slams into me, it makes my head spin as Leon kisses my throat, the unknown alpha watching us with serious intent in his stare.
I can’t take my eyes off of him, even as my release finally subsides, as I feel the massive amount of Leon’s cum start to spill out of me, coating his thighs and my asscheeks as he starts peppering my skin with lazy, open-mouthed kisses.
“He’s ours?” I pant, my stare locked with the alpha’s as he leans against the shitty truck several spaces over.
“Mhm,” Leon mumbles against my throat as he pulls me closer.
“You’ll see soon enough.” He licks the side of my neck before rubbing his cheek against it, scent marking me as if I were his omega even though I know he doesn’t see me that way.
“That’s when I’ll bite you, Red. When you’re stuffed full of both of us. Sound good?”
I nod as I wrap my arms around his neck. “It does. I think I’d really fucking like that.”
Strangely enough, I mean that. Every word. I don’t know how, but I know both of them are supposed to be mine, and that revelation was definitely not one I thought I’d be having when we opened the club tonight.