We’re all wearing our boxers so our omega won’t be uncomfortable, but based on his scent, I can tell he’s horny and sleep is the last thing on his mind.
“Do you need me to tire you out?” I tease him, leaning forward to kiss his lips.
Beckham’s fingers slide through my hair groaning as he leans into the kiss.
“Will we wake them up if I do?” he asks, his voice husky.
All I can smell is honey and vanilla, and I can’t wait to make the scent so thick, Jamie will smell it in the morning. I had to buy candles for the house in Beckham’s scent because it keeps Jamie calm and happy. The added side effect of making him horny is fun too.
“Nah,” I say. “They sleep hard. They’re also voyeurs. They’ll watch us if they wake up, masturbate, and then roll over and fall asleep. They’ll even think they dreamed it.”
“Outside of the dried cum on their hands,” Beckham says with a low chuckle.
“Exactly.”
Beckham pushes off the blankets on top of us and covers my body with his own.
“I suppose that’s not a bad trade off,” he says, kissing and sucking down my skin.
“What do you want, Beckham?” I ask, breathing harder as he pulls off my boxers.
“I want to fuck you,” he growls, crawling down my body to suck down my cock.
“Oh fuck!” I gasp, struggling to be quiet. While it’s true that the guys are heavy sleepers, if I scream, one of them will draw their weapon, thinking I’m being attacked.
In a way, I am being attacked by a throat hug and a wet mouth. Jesus, Beckham.
He just smirks with his mouth stretched wide by my cock, sucking me down to the root before popping off.
“Do you prefer lube or do you like for it to hurt?” he teases me.
Since I don’t bottom as often, I reach for the nightstand and find a bottle of lube.
“I like both, but I’m a tight fit,” I say, shrugging sheepishly. “Ah, I didn’t look at the label, it may be a warming lube.”
“As in it heats up with friction?” he asks, appearing curious.
“Mmhmm,” I say.
“I want that to stroke your cock while I fuck you,” he decides. “Anything else you can reach?”
Looking in the drawer while he pins me to the bed, I see plugs, nipple clamps, zip ties, more lube, and scissors.
“Can we use the zip ties?” Beckham asks, his eyes on the items I’m rooting through.
“Yeah,” I say, unbothered as I find a few I know will be long enough for my wrists or ankles. They’re bright purple, and his lips twitch as he gazes at them.
Our headboard has all kinds of places for rope, zip ties, and other forms of restraint. What can I say? We’re a little freaky.
“And the other lube,” he grunts, reaching over to grab it. “This shit doesn’t heat up right? I don’t want your asshole on fire.”
I can’t help the snort that escapes as I check it, shaking my head.
“This is just normal lube,” I tell him, handing it back.
Beckham nods, pulling off his boxers as he moves up my body to push my arms over my head. His cock bobs in front of my mouth, teasing me relentlessly. Waiting for him to finish restraining one of my wrists, I take his cock into my mouth and suck hard.
“Alar…ic. Fuck, that feels good,” he says, groaning. Instead of reprimanding me for taking initiative, he thrusts his cock deeper down my throat. “You’ve been so fucking good to me today. Suck me down deep like a good boy.”
