Tex pulled on the gloves, happy to oblige his kinky little omega.
47
Peter
Peter sat between Tex’s legs, thick uniformed thighs bracketing his body, holding Tex’s hand in a two-fisted grip over his chest. Tex’s knot had gone down an hour ago, after which he’d sat back and let Peter do as he pleased.
Lifting Tex’s hand up, Peter stroked his alpha’s gloved finger over his sensitive nipple, making himself shudder and groan in sheer pleasure. His cock throbbed inside its little cage, desperate and wanting to get hard, Peter closed his eyes and held his breath as he moved Tex’s hand up and down, making him rub his nipple harder.
It was fun to have control, Tex’s massive fingers bending and stroking wherever Peter directed them, and Peter was enjoying Tex’s strange submission.
“Feel good?” Tex asked, his cock half-hard against Peter’s back.
Peter still couldn’t believe that Tex had fisted and fucked him at the same time. His hole hurt, every little move he made on the mattress reminding him how much he’d been stretched.
“Yeah,” Peter mumbled, holding Tex’s hand still. He stared down at it, easily twice as big as his own, the long fingers wrapped tight in the inky black leather glove.
Peter wondered how it was possible to be so attracted to someone’s hands. Both Tex and Carver had beautiful hands, big and callused, able to hold and squeeze him just right.
Peter grinned, looking up over his shoulder at Tex. “I like your hands.”
“Yeah?” Tex said, flexing his fingers and making a fist. He reached up and bopped Peter’s nose. “I like your hands too. They’re cute. In fact,” Tex grabbed Peter’s jaw and tilted his head up, leaning down and kissing him. “Everything about you is cute.”
Tex released his jaw, scraping gently over his jawline with the pad of his index finger like he was checking for damage.
“Is it all red?” Peter asked, wondering if Tex’s brief grip on his jaw had left a mark.
“Nope,” Tex said, bending his neck and kissing the top of his head. “You’re all good.”
They sat like that for a second, Tex taking off his gloves and putting them down on the mattress next to him. “I hear Carver’s car in the driveway,” Tex said after a while, tilting his head and listening for something Peter couldn’t hear.
Peter’s belly swooped with excitement. “Can you tell him I need a spanking?”
Tex laughed. “Really? You’re still not satisfied.”
Peter shrugged, embarrassed but determined not to show it. What was the point in having two alphas if you couldn’t take full advantage? “I want a spanking, and then you guys can double team my ass.” Peter licked his lips. “But only if you both dress up in your motorcycle uniforms.”
“You mean our riding suits?” Tex asked, making Peter nod.
He liked the look of Tex and Carver in leather, but the request was more about what he could get his alphas to do just by asking.
Peter was beginning to realize that most, if not all, of his sexual fantasies were within reach with Tex and Carver. All he had to do was have the courage toaskthem.
It wasn’t easy, but Peter was determined not to let embarrassment get in the way of having the best sex life he could.
“Sure,” Tex said. “I’ll talk to Carver. You want us to roleplay, or are the suits enough.”
“Just the suits,” Peter said, though the idea of roleplay was sending his mind in a million different directions.
He enjoyed it when Tex played bad cop, and he wouldn’t mind exploring what other characters his alphas could come up with.
Peter had developed a massive crush on one of the football players for his old college team, and he wondered if Tex and Carver might be willing to dress up in football uniforms and act out some of his old fantasies.
He’d ask them later.
“All right,” Tex said, pushing him forward and climbing off the bed. His massive dick swung between his legs as he moved off the mattress, balls full and heavy and making Peter want to bury his face in them. He tucked his cock and balls back into his breeches, arranging his nuts before grabbing his boots off the end of the bed. Holding the boots in one hand, Tex leaned down and held Peter’s neck still with the other, capturing his lips in a grinning kiss. “Your wish is my command.”
“Thank you,” Peter said, flustered and happy that Tex was so willing to indulge him.
