“Are you sure your ass can handle it?” Tex asked, a line furrowing his brow. “I stretched you pretty good.”
“I can take it,” Peter said, confident. Taking something big this soon after getting his hole wrecked by Tex’s fist would hurt like hell, and Peter was determined to enjoy every second of it.
“If you’re sure,” Tex said, taking his boots into the bathroom. Peter lay down on the mattress, burrowing his nose into the sheets where Tex had been sitting and breathing in the scent of alpha.
When Peter looked back up, Tex was back in the bedroom, though he’d changed into sweats and a t-shirt.
Peter’s face fell, having expected Tex to come out in his leather racing suit.
Seeing his expression, Tex laughed. “Dinner before sex,” he said, scratching his abs through the thin cotton of his shirt. It was one of his smaller ones, clinging to his shoulders and making his arms look huge where they stretched the sleeves to their limit.
“Dinner?” Peter asked, his stomach rumbling.
“Carver brought home Mexican,” Tex said, tossing Peter his shirt and underwear.
“Can I have a plug?” Peter asked, his hole leaking. His rim was all tingly from the special lube and it was making it hard to clench down and keep Tex’s load inside of him.
“Only if I get to put it in,” Tex said, already going back into the bathroom to get a plug from the chest in the walk-in closet.
He came out a second later, an evil grin on his face and a massive steel plug in his hand. Peter licked his lips, intimidated. The steel plug was huge, but it was the weight that was intimidating. It would pull on his rim when he stood, forcing him to clench down to keep it inside despite its massive size.
“Hands and knees,” Tex ordered, all alpha. Peter found himself obeying before he’d even decided to do so.
Grabbing his ass in one big hand, Tex rubbed the cold steel up and down Peter’s crack, slathering it in lube and come before pushing it inside.
The last time Peter had taken the large steel plug, he’d had to grit his teeth and almost cried when Carver pushed it into his hole, but now his ass took it with just a slight twinge of protest.
He felt like such a whore. It was amazing.
“There you go,” Tex said, twisting the base of the plug and smacking Peter’s ass. “Now get dressed and go welcome Carver home.”
“Only because I want to,” Peter said, pulling on his shirt and underwear, getting off the bed and picking his jeans up off the floor and putting them on as well.
“What was that?” Tex asked, stepping into his space and crowding him up against the wall. Peter’s gut clenched, nervous at Tex’s sudden intimidating posture, but also incredibly turned on.
“I said only because I want to,” Peter repeated, the words sending a thrill of anticipation through him.
Defying your alpha meant punishment, and Peter was eager for it.
Tex snorted, shaking his head and ruffling Peter’s hair. “I’ll let Carver deal with you, smartass.”
That was even better.
Clenching down on the base of the plug, the steel still cold inside of his ass, Peter headed out of the bedroom to welcome Carver home.
48
Carver
Pulling up in the garage, Carver was already in a good mood when he smelled the faint scent of sex coming from inside the house. He grinned. If he could smell it all the way in the garage, Tex and Peter must have been going at it for a while.
Whistling, Carver grabbed the Mexican takeout from the back seat and headed into the house. He put the food down on the dining room table, taking off his overcoat and going to hang it in the outer hall.
From what he heard in the bedroom, Tex and Peter were just finishing up, so Carver unpacked the food and set the table, getting drinks from the kitchen.
He was just about to go get Tex and Peter when Peter appeared in the door. Carver grinned at the sight of him, the scent of sex and omega making his cock hard. Peter was walking funny, and he looked thoroughly fucked.
“Hey, you,” Carver said, grabbing Peter by the front of his shirt and pulling him close. He took him under the arms and lifted him up for a kiss, shifting his hand down under his ass to support him.
