It’s been a bit since I was with my Alpha, and I have been craving him. He’s a much softer lover than Derrick, and that’s what I want right now.
“Come on,” he growls in my ear. “I want you, Grant.”
My body grows loose as he pumps his fist up my cock. I can barely get the words out because I’m struggling to hold back my sounds of pleasure. “I want you, too, Alpha.”
His hand on my dick speeds up, and the other presses me tighter against his body. He rubs himself between my cheeks, driving me closer to the edge. “Then you need to come for me, because I forgot to pack the lube.” My Alpha continues rutting against me and pulls my earlobe between his teeth. My entire body grows stiff as my orgasm barrels down on me.
Ivan’s pumpkin bread scent is so rich, so spicy, as it wraps around me, that I want to do nothing more than swallow it down. The only thing that would make it better is pecans and creamy oranges.
My Alpha chomps down on my ear, his breath shallow, growly pants, as he swipes his thumb over the tip of my cock. I lose myself in the sensation, my cum dripping down my shaft. My Alpha catches it all in one hand and pulls my boxers down with the other. He doesn’t say anything as he teases my entrance with one cum-covered finger. I can hear him slather his cock with the rest.
Damn, that is so hot.
It doesn’t take long for him to stretch me, and when he notches his cock against my softened hole, I let out a loud whine. “Fuck me, Alpha.”
My dick is already hardening again as he slips past the outer ring, and a keening sound escapes me. Ivan slaps his hand over my mouth, and I taste myself on his palm.
“Shh, don’t wake her up.” His words flutter over my ear, and shivers wrack my body. “Unless you want our Omega to see how needy you are. How you fall apart with the smallest amount of attention.”
He’s a passionate lover, not pounding into me, but hispace is enough to leave me with a pleasant ache. When he adjusts his position and his dick slides against my prostate, my eyes roll into the back of my head.
“You needed this, didn’t you, Beta? You needed reminding of who you are now that our Omega is here. You’re mine. And Derricks. And hers. You’re going to take as good of care of her as you do of us, aren’t you? No one will be left wanting when you’re around.”
I whimper against his hand, and he pulls it far enough away from my mouth, allowing me to answer. “Whatever you need from me. I want to give you all everything. Take what you want from me. I’m yours.”
Ivan growls and slams into me, pace growing frantic. He decides to leave my mouth uncovered so he can grab my cock and jerk it in time with his thrusts.
I’m on the edge, close to coming again already with the dual pleasure, when the door opens.
Ariana stands there, with one sock, messy hair, her glasses on, and pajama pants so low on her hips that I can see the top of her pretty pink panties. Her eyes widen at the sight of us, but either Ivan doesn’t see her, or he doesn’t care because he’s still fucking into me without stopping.
An explosion of citrus and creamy vanilla fills the room. She grabs her neck, chest rising and falling rapidly as she watches us.
She doesn’t say anything.
Two thrusts later, and my orgasm hits me like a freight train.
My body tightens and twitches as my cock empties itself onto the bed in front of me. I groan her name, long and loud.
“That’s right, you love putting on a show for our Omega, don’t you?” Ivan’s growled words prove he’s known she was here. But I cannot deny them.
“I do. So much.”
My body is lax, and at this point, I am just a hole for my Alpha to use. He presses my head down into the pillow, hiding my view of Ariana, and pumps hard into me. His knot bumps against my rim, but he doesn’t try to force it in. I have no interest in being knotted, but I won’t deny that the extra stimulation feels great.
With a groan, Ivan’s hips stutter, and I feel his dick twitching in my ass as he fills me.
The room is quiet as he collapses on top of me, the only sound our heaving breaths.
And then our Omega breaks the silence.
“Goddamnit, I cannot continue to get horny in this fucking house.”
By the timeIvan and I are cleaned up, Ariana is at the stove making breakfast, her back to us.
“Hey, Ariana, I’m sorry about that.”
Her voice is strained when she answers without looking over her shoulder. “No need to worry! I shouldn’t have entered without knocking. That’s my mistake! I’m the one who should be apologizing.”
