Alaric and Tatum step away, tucking themselves back into their pants.
They don’t say anything, waiting to see what I’ll do next.
Jamie is whimpering, his body shaking. “Are you okay?” I murmur in his ear.
“Y-yes,” he stammers out. “So good. So fucking good. But please, please please.” He sobs. “I need to cum.”
My brows shoot up. He didn’t cum yet?
“I’m so fucking proud of you.” I groan, kissing his sweaty neck. Leaning back, I slowly pull out of Jamie and watch my cum spill from his hole.
“Fuck me.” I groan as I tuck my spent cock away and sit in my chair. I roll it forward and part his cheeks, a finger playing with the mess I made before thrusting it inside, making him moan.
I do it a few more times, pushing my cum inside him as I let the drunk feeling linger a little longer before pulling them free, moaning as I clean them with my tongue.
“Stand up.” I tell him.
He pushes up off the desk and turns around, legs shaking.
The sight of him takes my breath away as he looks down at me with vulnerability in his eyes.
This feeling inside my chest makes me want to panic. But I shove the need to run down and embrace the affection I have for my alpha.
Gripping him by the hips, I pull him forward and wrap my lips around his cock.
Jamie moans, his head falling back in pure bliss. I suck hard, bobbing my head a few times, then I swallow around his shaft, once, twice and then he’s cumming. “Beckham,” he sobs out as his cock pulses against my tongue, shooting his load down my throat. I take it all, groaning at the taste. He tastes like fucking heaven.
When he’s done feeding me his cum, I pull back. His limp cock falls from my lips and I look up at him as he stares down at me with the same look Alaric and Tatum had for him before they painted him with their cum.
My heart clenches and my eyes well with tears.
Pulling my gaze away, I help Jamie, pulling his pants up and tucking him away.
I grab his hips and pull him down into my lap.
He wraps his arms around my neck and plays with the baby hairs, making me shiver.
Tatum and Alaric round the desk and lean against it, watching us.
I cup Jamie’s cheek, brushing some of the cum away as I chuckle. “Look at you,” I say softly, the burning in my chest growing. “You're a mess.”
“I loved every moment of it.”
My eyes find him and we just stare at one another for a moment before I pull him down for a kiss.
We both moan, tongues tangling together as we kiss slowly and softly.
“Thank you.” I rasp, emotion clogging my throat, my forehead against his. “You have no idea how much I needed that.” I squeeze my eyes shut, praying I don’t cry. Not here. Not now.
So much is shifting inside me and I don’t know how to handle it.
“Anytime,” he says, pressing a kiss to my forehead and I nearly break. “You’re ours to take care of, Beckham. Even if you don’t want us to.”
“I do,” I whisper, looking up at him.
“You do?”
I nod slowly.
