“Are you okay down there, Peter?” Tex asked, giving his side a little kick with his foot. “This too much for you?”
“It’s fine,” Peter said, breathless and sounding just as horny as Carver felt.
“Does that mean I get a turn?” Tex asked, his voice low and hungry. “Seems unfair if I don’t.”
“What do you mean?” Peter asked, nervous arousal lacing his voice.
“I want you to sit between my legs while I jerk off. Think you can handle that?”
Carver’s cock, still as hard as ever, pulsed with a renewed need to come at Tex’s words.
Peter was quiet for a long time, his mind obviously racing, but after what seemed like an eternity, he mumbled, “Okay.”
“Yeah?” Tex leaned down and fisted a hand in Peter’s hair, dragging him out from between Carver’s legs. Peter scrambled to move as Tex tugged him from one set of legs and into another, crawling awkwardly on his knees, and by the time Tex had him where he wanted, Peter was panting.
“That’s the spot,” Tex said, closing his thighs together so that Peter’s head was trapped between them. Carver started to object, but when Peter reached down, pushing his hand into his pants and started touching himself, he held his tongue.
Tex brought his feet down on Peter’s lap, heels pressing down on his package, while he splayed his hand over Peter’s face and pushed him back into his bulge.
Carver’s breaths were coming fast and deep, the sight of Tex’s large hand covering Peter’s face, fingers curling down around his jaw and holding him in place, one of the hottest things he’d ever seen.
“This is where I want you, do you understand?” Tex said, rubbing Peter’s cheek and grinding his hips forward.
“I understand,” Peter mumbled, breathy and clearly on board with everything Tex was doing.
“Good boy,” Tex said, clapping Peter on the cheek before reaching up and undoing the buttons of his fly. He reached into his pants and grabbed his dick, pulling the hard length up and letting it slap down on his stomach.
Carver’s mouth watered. Tex had a gorgeous cock, thick and long, the mushroom-shaped head clearly visible under his foreskin. Right now, it was leaking pearly white fluid, coating the shaft and making it glisten as Tex started jerking himself off.
Reaching into his own pants, Carver grabbed his cock and tugged it out, stroking the sticky length as he watched his mate and their new omega get off. Matching the rhythm Tex set, Carver could feel his orgasm building in his balls, each tug on his cock sending sparks of heat through his groin.
“Fuck, I’m going to come,” Tex grunted, speeding up his strokes while his other hand tugged on Peter’s hair.
Tex came hard. The first thick spurt landed somewhere beyond the coffee table, but after that, Tex cupped his free hand over the head of his cock so that his load bounced back down and landed on Peter’s head.
Milking his cock, Tex drenched their new omega with his come.
By the time he was finished, Peter looked like someone had upended a bottle of shampoo over his head. His hair was drenched in thick spunk, the creamy liquid running down his neck and over his face.
Carver had never seen anything so beautiful. If Carver could have his way, Peter would spend the rest of his life drenched in their come.
They could make that happen, a traitorous part of Carver’s brain whispered. If he and Tex wanted to, they could keep Peter drenched in as much come as their balls could make. They could keep him in a cage, shooting their loads all over him and just leaving him there to smell like them.
The thought of taking Peter in this state and putting him in a cage was more than enough to send Carver over the edge for the second time. He came with a grunt, aiming his load back and up so that it landed on his belly.
“You got your t-shirt all wet,” Tex commented with a laugh, reaching over and scooping up as much of Carver’s release as he could. He brought his dirty hand down on top of Peter’s head and mixed Carver’s load with his own. “There, that’s better. Now he smells like both of us.”
It was true. Peter reeked of them, the smell a thousand times more intense than what they’d be able to manage with just scenting him.
Standing, Tex walked in front of the couch, turning toward Carver and Peter and making a show of tucking his spent length back into his pants. Carver paid more attention to Peter than to his mate, who was watching Tex with blank eyes.
He looked shell-shocked, and Carver wondered if maybe they’d gone too far.
“Carver, hand me your shirt, would you?” Tex said, holding out his hand. His attention still on Peter, Carver didn’t think much of it as he yanked his shirt off and chucked it at Tex.
Tex crouched down in front of Peter, a smug smile on his face as he held out Carver’s shirt. “Here, why don’t you get cleaned up with this? You look like you just walked off the set of a bukkake video.”
Peter blushed, grabbing the shirt and using it to wipe his face and neck before gingerly moving up and dabbing at his hair.
