Tex let out a rumble of discontent.
“Your stash?” Carver asked, smirking. He stopped jerking Peter’s cock, scratching under his balls instead. He pushed his fingers further back to where Tex’s knot was planted firmly in his hole, probing along the taut rim.
“Yeah,” Peter said, panting. “Tex has to get the location, or I win.”
“And what do you win?” Carver asked, pushing at Peter’s stretched rim to see if he could fit a finger up next to Tex’s big knot.
“Tex had to strip,” Peter said, gasping when Carver pushed against his already stuffed hole. “If he can’t get me to talk before his knot goes down, I win and he has to do a whole routine for me.”
“A routine?” Carver laughed. He looked up at Tex, who winked at him. “With music and everything?”
“And a lap dance,” Peter confirmed.
“And if he wins?”
“Then he has to spend the night at the foot of the bed with my feet in his face,” Tex said, reaching up and clamping his hand down over Peter’s mouth. He held Peter’s head pressed back against his chest. “The whole night.”
Carver released Peter’s cock, standing up and groping his crotch. In this position, his crotch was right at the level of Peter’s mouth, which suited Carver’s purpose perfectly.
“Andwhatis this stash, exactly?” Carver asked.
“My badge,” Tex said, making Carver blink. Tex’s badge wasn’t something he would have expected Tex to willingly use for something like this—which meant that Peter must have actually stolen it.
“Really?” Carver asked, grinning. He unzipped his pants and reached into his fly, finding his cock and squeezing it.
“Yes, and Peter is going to tell me where he hid it,” Tex growled, punctuating each word with a vicious twist of Peter’s left nipple.
Carver was impressed. Tex must really want to win if he was being this rough. Peter had actual tears in his eyes from the pain.
“No, I’m not!” Peter said, the words leaving his mouth in a shout the second Tex removed his hand from his mouth.
“Yes, you are!” Tex demanded, yanking and twisting Peter’s nipple so hard that a squirt of pre-come shot out of his cock.
“I’m afraid he isn’t,” Carver said, taking his cock out of his pants and grabbing Peter by the hair. He guided the omega onto his shaft, pushing down into his throat with a single brutal thrust.
“Oh come on,” Tex protested, weakly trying to push Carver away. “That’s cheating!”
Carver just grinned, holding Peter by the hair and holding him down on his cock while he gagged and choked. With Carver’s position above Tex and Peter, Tex didn’t have the leverage he needed to push him away.
“I’d rather see you strip than him suck on your toes,” Carver said, pulling back just long enough for Peter to get a good breath of air before shoving him back down on his cock.
While Peter could breathe when he had a knot locked behind his teeth—if not very well, then at least enough—he was utterly incapable of doing so while Carver was actively fucking his throat.
“Asshole,” Tex grumbled.
“Asshole that’s going to watch you do a striptease,” Carver said, looking forward to the sight of his sexy husband putting on a show. It was the kind of thing that never would have come up if it was just the two of them, and Carver found himself grateful that Peter was becoming an addition to their life, rather than just an accessory. He stared down into Peter’s eyes, wide and watery, moving his thumbs to wipe away his tears. “Isn’t that right, baby?”
Peter hummed around his cock, the vibrations working his shaft like magic, Carver’s toes curling in pleasure.
Carver pushed him all the way down to the base of his cock, nose pressed flat into his neatly trimmed bush, and held him there for a count of five before he pulled out and started fucking Peter’s skull with long, brutal thrusts.
Peter’s hands clutched his hips, and Carver paid attention to see if Peter would use his safe signal, but he never did, taking everything Carver gave him like the submissive and good boy that he was.
“I’m going to come,” Carver warned, giving Peter a final chance to avoid taking his knot in his mouth. He pushed all the way in, teetering on the edge of orgasm, the spasms of Peter’s esophagus more than enough to push him over the edge.
Peter’s hands stayed still, and Carver curled his body forward, muscles clenching and hands tugging on Peter’s hair with harsh fists as he came down the omega’s greedy throat.
“Fuck!” Carver growled, his knot swelling up and locking into place behind Peter’s teeth. It was slightly painful, Peter’s teeth pressing down on the base of his cock, but the feeling of his knot swelling up and filling Peter’s mouth was a thousand times more pleasurable than the pain. He grinned down at Tex, who was watching him with a mock frown, crowing, “Peter wins.”
