“Right,” I said out loud, gently pulling him by the back of his neck until his lips brushed past mine, feather-light. “I nearly forgot.”
In one smooth movement I flipped a flailing Podcast onto my lap and turned him so that he was facing Juneau completely.
He shot me a disgruntled look over his shoulder and I smiled innocently up at him. “It’s a demonstration, sweet love, but also a punishment.” I ran a trailing hand down his spine to punctuate my point and felt his skin tremble underneath my touch.
“Now, I’m not going to be able to see your face or your hands, so if it’s too much just give my thigh a big pinch, okay?” I said as I pressed my lips to my bond mark on the side of his neck and waited until I felt him nod before I got started.
“So, my little June-bug, if you follow directions justmaybeI’ll let you join in,” I told her as I slipped my fingers down the cleft of Podcast’s ass, finding his puckered back entrance already leaking slick and ready for me.
Juneau’s eyes were glued to us, her earlier brattiness all but forgotten as she stared.
“So, lesson number one about an alpha’s knot is that it takes a bit for it to swell up enough to knot someone. Some alphas knot quickly, while it takes others a while to get there. It’s the same on the other side, for some alphas it can take up to an hour for their knots to deflate.” My words were clinical, but my actions were anything but. I pressed my cock in between the soft mounds of Podcast’s ass and sawed myself back and forth through the springy flesh.
Podcast couldn’t make any noises of pleasure, but over the past few years I’d learned when he liked something. His sharp intake of breath was one of the telltale signs that he was growing more and more excited, exposing his neck to me was another.
“You ready for me, sweet love?” I asked and waited for his nod. He rolled his hips back onto my cock like he wanted to seat him on it, completely forgetting that this was his punishment and not just a fun romp. I gripped his seeking hips and stilled them with my hands.
“Not so fast, sweet love, I’m in charge,” I whispered and turned my attention back to Juneau. “Okay, Juneau, I want you to play with those pretty pink petals while I show you exactly how an alpha knots his omega, but no coming.”
“How am I supposed to control that?” Juneau asked, sounding confused as she leaned back against the arm of the couch. It seemed whenever she had played with herself in the past she was always on a mad-dash to come.
“When you feel yourself start to ride the crest toward your orgasm, you stop those fingers of yours.”
Juneau scrunched her nose and looked at me like I was insane. “Why would I ever do that, isn’t the goal to explode?”
“Just try it, trust me,” I said and without any preamble I lifted Podcast’s hips and sheathed him completely onto my cock in one, long thrust.
His back arched with the sudden unwarned invasion and I felt the hot clench of his ass spasming around my cock as he tried to adjust to my girth.
I began to thrust, controlling the pace completely and stopping when I felt him try to roll his hips until he seemed to get the memo that he wasn’t going to wrest control from me. Eventually he slumped back against me and let me have a better view of the omega in front of us.
Juneau, despite questioning my directive, was doing as she was told. Her fingers were delving in between her closed thighs, obscuring my view of her playing with herself.
“Open those thighs for me, Juneau,” I growled as I felt my knot begin to swell as I pushed to the hilt inside of Podcast, feeling some resistance when I slid out of him again. It looked like, tonight, I was going to be one of those alphas that knotted fast.
Juneau nibbled shyly on her lip, her cheeks flushing as she let her thighs drop to either side, exposing her glistening folds for both Podcast and me to see. She was using two fingers to circle her clit, tiny whimpers slipping out of her lips as she worked herself into a frenzy. For a second I was sure she was going to ignore my direction and finish herself off, but just as her body started to tense her fingers slowed and she let out a shuddering breath.
“This feels awful,” she muttered, glaring balefully at me.
“Patience, omega,” I purred, pleased as shit over the fact that she was listening to me. I turned my attention to Podcast again. “Are you ready to come for me, sweet love?” I asked, pressing my lips to my bond mark again, feeling him quiver around my cock at the contact.
“June-bug you can come here now, why don’t you press yourself up against Podcast and show him how soft of a sandwich we make together.”
Juneau obliged immediately, practically jumping up from her place on the couch to crawl over to us. Podcast reached for her, pulling her face down to his, kissing her with more assertiveness than I’d ever seen from my sweet omega.
I watched with awe as their tongues seemed to chase each other and a low moan slipped out of my mouth as I began to move again, hilting myself completely inside of Podcast and struggling to pull my knot back out.
Juneau moaned, louder than before and I hazily glanced over Podcast’s shoulder to find her grinding up against his weeping erection as he pulled on her nipples.
“Jesus.” I groaned. The sight of the two pleasuring each other was enough stimulation to send me over the edge. I forced my knot back inside of him and came, muffling my roar in the skin of his back.
I was vaguely aware of Podcast tightening around me and Juneau’s little scream as they both came, but my body was too busy floating on the haze of one of the best orgasms of my life.
By the time I fully came to, we were sprawled together on the narrow couch, Juneau tucked into my side while Podcast lay limply on top of me. I was still firmly knotted inside of him, so every time he shifted I felt tingles of pleasure ricochet through my body.
“So, that’s what knotting is like,” I eventually said, my voice gravelly. I could feel Podcast’s silent laughter as Juneau turned to look at me, her blue eyes filled with mirth as she grinned at me.
“That was… a veryhands-onlesson. In fact, it was so in depth that I think we should start calling you Professor rather than Doc,” she teased, her sweaty golden curls falling over her shoulder and tickling my chest.
