“I second that,” Carver said. He looked down at Peter. “Sound good?”
Peter tore his gaze away from Tex’s feet, catching Tex smirking at him. He blushed, focusing his attention on Carver. “Sure,” he answered. A tasty pizza sounded like just the thing to make him forget about his disastrous carbonara.
20
Carver
Carver went to order pizza while Tex stayed on the couch with Peter. When Carver came back, Tex had Peter on his knees in front of him, thick uniformed thighs bracketing his head, Peter kissing and nuzzling into Tex’s bulge with his nose.
“I’ve been looking forward to this all day,” Tex said, cupping the back of Peter’s head and pushing him hard into his bulge. “Our eager little omega on his knees, just trying his best to make us happy. Nice, isn’t it?”
He looked up at Carver with a cocky smirk.
Carver grunted in agreement, taking a seat next to him and looking down at Peter between his legs with a jealous twitch of his cock. “Pizza will be here in half an hour,” he said, adjusting himself.
“Just enough time for everyone to blow a load,” Tex said, unbuttoning his breeches and hoisting out his cock. He slapped the hard length down in his palm with a wet smack and then repeated the move on Peter’s cheek.
“Ow,” Peter complained, rearing back and pouting up at Tex. He looked adorable.
“What was that?” Tex asked, stern and channeling his innerbad cop. He grabbed Peter’s chin and squeezed, making his lips push out and bunch up. “Are you whining?”
“No, Officer Wilson,” Peter mumbled, reaching down and pushing his hand down his pants. It was clear he was getting off on the bad cop roleplay.
So was Carver.
“Then get the fuck down on my cock, slut.”
Tex slapped his cock against Peter’s cheek again, rubbing the head over his cheeks and across the bridge of his nose before pushing against his lips. Peter’s mouth opened, and Tex jammed it in with a sigh.
Peter choked, hands moving up to steady himself on Tex’s thighs, and Tex pulled out an inch.
Carver’s cock was rock hard inside his suit, leaking and throbbing at the sight of Peter with a cock in his mouth and drool running down his chin.
“I’ll be right back,” he said, jumping up and rushing down the hall. He unlocked the door to the storage closet next to the bedroom, stepping out of the way in case anything fell down when he opened the door.
Nothing came tumbling down, but looking at the closet, Carver couldn’t help but wince. It was extremely messy, and the messier it got, the more he and Tex put off sorting through it. Bending down, he pulled his box ofspecialtoys out from the bottom shelf.
Before Peter, Tex had been willing to play the sub for him on occasion, and over the years, Carver had built up a modest collection of sex toys and bondage gear.
Opening the box, Carver looked for the weighted nipple clamps he’d bought about a year ago when Tex had been feeling especially indulgent. Tex had let him use them once and then threatened to beat the shit out of him if he ever brought them near his nipples again.
Carver put the clamps in his suit-pant pocket and then rummaged through the box some more. He had a nice set of bondage mittens he’d love to use on Peter, but they were sized for a werewolf, and even at the tightest setting, Carver suspected that his wrists would just slide out.
He selected a plain black collar and two sets of leather cuffs instead. The cuffs were designed so that they’d lock the wearer’s wrists to their thighs, and even though they were of the XXL variety, they could be tightened enough to fit an omega.
Carver hoped that it would be different enough from police cuffs that Peter wouldn’t be taken out of the moment.
Going back to the living room, Carver arrived just in time to see Tex once again trying to teach Peter to deepthroat him.
Carver didn’t get it. One of his favorite things about oral sex was pushing down into someone’s throat while they gagged and choked around his cock. It didn’t matter if they knew how to deepthroat him, Carvermadethem.
“That’s it,” Tex said, his voice deep and strained with the need to come. “Push your tongue out and make room for my cock. You can do it.”
Carver could see that Peter was trying, but once again, when Tex slid an inch deeper, he choked and Tex pulled back.
“Don’t worry,” Carver said, threading his fingers through Peter’s hair, pushing him down on Tex’s cock just a fraction of an inch. “I’ll take care of that gag reflex for you.”
Peter made a confused sound, while Tex huffed in annoyance. “This is my turn,” he growled, pulling Peter down on his cock and making him choke and splutter. “You can do it your way when it’s your turn.”
