Heat pooled in Peter’s belly. “I could do that,” he said, standing up and moving over to Tex. The alpha’s tank top was damp, the heady scent of clean sweat filling Peter’s nose, and he could feel the heat coming off Tex’s muscular body.
Tentative, Peter reached out and traced the outer edge of Tex’s abs. Soft skin over tight muscle, Tex twitched when Peter’s fingers brushed him.
“I was thinking I could give you a massage and play with your hole a little,” Tex said, voice rough. He reached out and mirrored the way Peter was touching him, gently ghosting over Peter’s side with the tips of his fingers. “Nothing too big, just something to get you used to being stretched.”
Peter had to close his eyes, the barely-there touch of Tex’s fingers sending a jolt of electricity down his spine.
“Okay,” he said, swallowing and letting Tex tug on his jacket and pull him back inside the house. His jacket was immediately too hot, but when he tried to take it off, his hands were clumsy and it got tangled behind his back.
“Need some help?” Tex smirked, turning Peter around and tugging the coat off his arms. Blushing, Peter let Tex move him, the brief moment where his hands were trapped and Tex was standing behind him making him feel restrained in a way that he definitely liked.
“Thanks,” Peter mumbled, gasping when Tex pulled him back against his chest. Rough hands clasped his shoulders, traveling down his chest and tweaking his nipples on the way, pushing under the waist of his jeans and into his underwear.
Tex held Peter’s cock in his fist, squeezing gently while his other hand pushed down under his balls and pressed up into his taint.
“Oh, that feels…” Peter couldn’t finish the sentence. The dual sensation of Tex’s hand on his cock and the blunt pressure on his taint pushing him dangerously close to coming in his pants.
“Good?” Tex finished, smug and amused and sounding like such an alpha that it was almost a cliché.
“Yeah,” Peter mumbled, just trying not to come.
“That’s my boy,” Tex said, withdrawing from Peter’s underwear and kissing his cheek. “Now, let’s go shower.”
Still behind him, Tex frog-marched Peter toward the bathroom with a steady grip on his shoulders, the bulge of his erection digging into Peter’s back like a brand.
The bathroom was filled with residual steam, Carver fresh out of the shower and standing in front of the mirror with a towel slung low around his hips and flossing his teeth.
“Hey,” Carver said when they entered the room, gaze moving from Tex and roaming over Peter’s body. “You look like you’re ready to have fun.”
“Oh, we are,” Tex said, hands tightening on Peter’s shoulders as he thrust his hips forward, grinding his bulge into Peter’s upper back. “Going to shower with this horny guy and then lay him out and play with his hole a little. Stretch him out and get him ready for our knots.”
Carver’s eyes darkened with lust, his cock rising up to tent his towel like the sturdy central beam in a circus tent. He unfastened the towel and threw it over the sink, his monster erection springing free.
Peter’s hole clenched in anticipation even though he knew they weren’t going to fuck him.
Staring at the big cock pointing at him like a challenge, Peter felt his mouth water. He wanted it. The brutal stretch of a fat cock pushing into his ass, knot expanding without mercy and locking him into place, it would no doubt be intense, painful, and an exquisite experience.
“I think I need in on that,” Carver said, walking right up to where Peter was standing. The head of his cock nudged Peter’s stomach, blunt and wet with pre-come. “I don’t know if I got my back properly. Think you could help me with that, Peter?”
“I think so,” Peter said, reverently touching the cock pushing against his belly. It was warm, the silky smooth skin deceptively soft.
Carver’s hands went to the waist of Peter’s jeans, popping the button and crouching down to slide the jeans down Peter’s legs. Peter would have loved to watch Carver as he moved down, but Tex grabbed the hem of his shirt and lifted it over his head, obscuring his vision.
“Lift your foot,” Carver instructed, sliding the jeans off when Peter obeyed one leg at a time. Tex teased him by keeping his shirt bunched up over his head and arms, trapping and blinding him for just long enough to make him really feel helpless before he pulled the shirt all the way off.
Naked, Peter’s cock was just as hard as Carver’s, though not nearly as big. Where Carver’s monster was veined and dark and impossibly thick at the base, Peter’s was smooth and pale, though he was proud of how girthy he was.
Peter had a big dick for an omega, and he liked it that way.
Tex undressed and the three of them moved into the shower. Though it was huge, two massive alphas were enough to make it feel cramped. There was very little room left over for Peter, and he ended up pressed between the wall and Tex’s back. At first, he thought Tex was just being careless and that he’d back up and make room, but when no such thing happened, he realized that Tex was messing with him.
There was something wonderful about the humiliation of Tex’s muscular ass pressing into his stomach, squeezing him against the wall like he didn’t even notice he was there.
Tex continued teasing Peter for a few minutes, keeping him pressed against the wall with varying degrees of pressure.
“All right, you’ve had your fun,” Carver complained after another few minutes had passed. Tex had increased the pressure to the point where Peter was struggling to breathe, but rather than turning him off, the escalation of Tex’s bullying behavior was only turning him on more.
The rushing water hid it, but Peter’s cock was dripping with pre-come and his hole was soaked.
