Jordy lowered himself into a crouch and, checking Laurel’s face for reaction, he unzipped Laurel’s jeans and dragged them down his legs. He mouthed Laurel’s bulge through the black cotton of his underwear.
I gulped, my throat suddenly dry.
“Pleasure,” Jordy said simply, and nuzzled the length of Laurel’s hardening cock.
At the sight of them, something weird happened to my guts.
My stomach tightened as if I were about to shift mid-run, and my heart took off sprinting. At the same time, a ball of lovely warmth spread through my belly. My dick filled, tingling, and my balls ached. They were so hot together.
Worrying his lower lip with his teeth, Laurel ran his hand through Jordy’s hair in clear encouragement. Pale and slender, he looked fragile, while Jordy, on the floor by Laurel’s feet, seemed powerful and dangerous.
He carefully tucked Laurel’s underwear lower, making his cock stick out. Bright pink, filled with blood, so hard it curved upward… Jordy kissed the tip, his nostrils flaring with a deep breath, and my mouth watered. I could smell Laurel in the room, his strawberry and cream scent growing more intense, and I could imagine how powerful it must be there, at the base of his cock.
I was starting to feel a little left out when Laurel reached for my shirt. Clutching the cotton in his fist, he tugged, pulling me off the barstool.
Sliding my hands around his waist, I steadied him as Jordy took off his shoes, pants, and underwear, leaving him only in his thick woolen socks. Bending lower, I breathed him in, his hair tickling my lips. I couldn’t think about the warm softness of his impeccable skin under my hands, or I’d lose it in my pants before we started.
Laurel leaned his head on my chest, and his bare ass pressed to my thighs.
This was the omega I’d been dreaming about forever. I’d seen a clip of him playing guitar online years ago, and spent half of the night watching every interview and every snippet of live concert I could find. Everyone had celebrity crushes, right? But then I had met my crush in person, and now I was touching him, and I felt like that guy who pieced together a pair of wings andlearned how to fly, but then he soared too close to the sun… Oh hell, I would crash and burn.
A soft moan fell from Laurel’s mouth. Jordy had his lips wrapped around the base of his cock, his cheeks hollowed. Yeah, I knew how that felt. Jordy could suck like a damned vacuum. Laurel shuddered in my arms as Jordy took him to the root, humming.
Heat gathered in my balls, and my dick throbbed against my fly. Did Laurel feel it against his back? Jordy looked so sexy on his knees. I loved having him there myself, but with Laurel between us…
A sudden wave of gratitude and tenderness washed over me. Jordy somehow managed to bring Laurel into my arms, and now he was giving Laurel pleasure, and Laurel melted into me. Everything about this was so achingly perfect. I barely knew why, but oh God…
What if I could beinsideLaurel while Jordy sucked him? Fuck, the yearning almost hurt. Laurel pushed his ass against me, as if he imagined the same, and I let out a desperate groan.
Jordy let go with a soft pop, and Laurel’s cock bobbed. It was slim but long for an omega. The head peeked from the foreskin, glistening with spit and precum. Laurel hissed.
“Want us to lick your hole?” Jordy asked like it was nothing, and my legs nearly gave out under me.
“Yeah,” Laurel breathed.
Jordy stood and met my gaze, his eyes stormy. I knew that look. It had made me fall to my knees many times.
“Let’s get him up.”
He grabbed Laurel by his hips and lifted. I supported Laurel’s upper body as Jordy sat him on the bar counter and pressed on his chest to make him lie back. Then he spread Laurel’s legs.
I could hardly believe it.
Laurel Riley was propped up on my bar, naked from the waist down. His long pale legs were bent, socked feet on the edge, and his ass nearly hung over it.
Jordy had arranged him like a meal for us. He glanced at me, silently beckoning me forward. I stepped closer to his side, and he parted Laurel’s ass cheeks with his thumbs to reveal his hole.
“Fuck,” he muttered.
“My thoughts exactly,” I quipped.
The rim was dark with blood, swollen, and wet. Like, leaking slick, horny as hell, please-fuck-it-now,wet. It looked like a glazed donut, dammit. The scent coming from it was like a drug, making my head spin.
Jordy dragged his tongue over the glistening pucker.
“Holy shit,” Laurel squeaked. He grabbed the edge of the counter, his knuckles turning white.
Before I could whine about having to wait, Jordy leaned back to give me space.
