“Take it!” he growled, lifting his leg around and planting it down on Peter’s back, pinning him to the mattress.
Peter screamed, grabbing Tex’s other foot and pressing his face into the sole and holding it there like it was his anchor to reality.
Power thrumming through his veins, his cock aching and his balls threatening to burst, the thickest part of Tex’s hand passed through Peter’s rim.
Peter’s hole sucked his hand in, the rim of his hole clenching down hard on Tex’s wrist.
“You took my whole hand,” he said, curling his fingers into a fist inside of Peter’s body. He angled his fist down, working it into Peter’s prostate and making him whimper and clench down. His body twitched, his whimpers turning needy, Tex’s fist forcing an anal orgasm.
Tex breathed in deep, the scent of omega slick and come making his own cock unbearably hard.
“Think I could fit my cock in there?” he asked, looking down at his hand disappearing into Peter’s body.
Peter jerked, looking over his shoulder with wide eyes. “What? No! Are you—”
Tex shut him up by sliding his index finger along the inside of his wrist, pushing against Peter’s rim and forcing the thick digit into Peter’s ass.
“I think you can,” he said, adding another finger. He curled them around and tugged, creating a space between his wrist and Peter’s rim for his cock.
Getting up on his knees, jostling Peter off his lap but keeping a tight grip on his ass, Tex pushed his cock against the small opening and pushed.
“Color?” he asked, the bulbous head of his cock forcing Peter’s hole to open up obscenely wide.
“Green,” Peter said, voice clipped and teeth clenched. “Fuck, green. It’s green, you evil fuck. I can’t believe you’re—”
Peter’s rambling turned into a scream of pain as Tex’s cock slipped inside, pushing into his hole and forcing his rim to stretch wider than it ever had before.
“Color?” Tex asked, holding absolutely still. He stared down at his cock, nestled flat against his arm, and couldn’t believe that he was holding his cock while it was inside of Peter’s ass.
“Yellow,” Peter gritted out. Tex started to pull out, only for Peter to shout, “No, green. Don’t pull out.”
Tex grinned, pushing his cock deeper, stopping when Peter’s ass simply refused to take the bump of his knot.
Pulling out, Tex licked his lips. “I’m jerking off inside your hole,” he commented, voice deep and aggressive, making Peter whimper. He laughed. “And you thought taking Carver and me at the same time would be impossible. Look at you now. My wrist and my cock and you’re still greedy for more.”
“It hurts,” Peter whimpered, the words anything but a complaint.
“You want more?” Tex asked, reaching down and pushing his finger between his wrist and cock. Peter groaned.
“No, yellow,fuck.”
Tex laughed, removing his finger. Keeping his foot planted firmly on Peter’s back, the position uncomfortable but too hard to give up, Tex fucked into Peter’s hole with slow, forceful strokes.
“Take my knot,” he demanded, pushing a little harder on each thrust, Peter slowly opening up for him.
Breathing ragged, Peter was clutching the sheets and rubbing his tear-stained face into the mattress.
Every time Tex asked him for his color, the answer was the same.Green.
Tex was about to come, his knot swelling, and knowing that he wouldn’t be able to fit his swollen knot inside Peter’s hole next to his cock, he pulled out of his ass.
Cock throbbing, Tex withdrew his fist from Peter’s hole, wiping off on the sheets and sitting back down with his back against the headboard. Grabbing Peter by the waist, Tex lifted him up and sat him down on his cock, bouncing him up and down, grunting and sweating and shooting his load with a growl of pleasure. His knot locked inside Peter’s not so tight hole, Tex’s arms wrapping around his omega and holding him tight.
“Holy fuck,” Peter breathed, sounding exhausted.
“You still want the gloves?” Tex asked, reaching for the sandpaper gloves and rubbing the leather over Peter’s nipples.
“Yes, please,” Peter said, sighing and closing his eyes. “That would be nice.”
