“Shh,” Genie says, coming back into the room. She takes up her place behind Parker again, so that I can see the outline of her but not much else. “You seem to be under the impressionthat you cannot be where I am as far as he's concerned. He has been very transparent about the fact that you are part of this and will be with us, in bed and out. So I'm going to touch every inch of you and you get to listen to me tell you all about it and then I might give Drew a turn. You need to feel that you are part of this, and you both need to understand that I'm not the only one who will be sharing. You need to understand that you will have a place with us, and it isn't out of obligation. We aren't in competition with each other. You aren't my rival. We are going to share a bed and I am determined that we will enjoy it. Understand?”
Parker swallows again, but he doesn't vocalize an agreement. Instead he nods, and then Genie starts touching him.
Her hands start at his hips, and both Parker and I are startled by it. Whenever women touch, they almost always start with the chest or shoulders. She spreads her fingers wide across his skin, pressing her fingers into dips and angles as she pushes her hands from one caress to the next. “You hide behind a shitty attitude,” she says. “But you're not shitty. Well, you might be a little shitty, but everyone is. Your skin is soft, but the rest of you is so hard.” Her hands trail down the sides of his thighs. “You're strong. You work. You are built to take care of people.”
Parker takes a shuddering breath, his fists clenching. I am frozen in the beauty and importance of this act. She is tearing him down in ways that I can't. I can't tell him how he is, how he feels to me. I can never find the right words and he doesn't listen when I halfway stumble on them.
Her touch slides back up his sides and up to his shoulders and down his arms, and her voice lowers to a whisper. “But you need to be taken care of, too.” Her fingers lace with his, holding him palm to palm as she talks. “You need to be seen for who you are, not who you're supposed to be.”
He swallows again thickly and opens his mouth to say something.
“Shh,” she hushes again. “I'm talking now.” She lets go of his hands and pushes her palms up to his chest so she can trace swirling designs on his skin. “Your alpha loves you, Parker. He loves you enough to put everything else in the world on hold.” Her arms wrap around his torso, leaning into him, hugging him against her. “He's my alpha, too. I'm going to love you because he loves you. We will love you together.” She kisses his back, and his whole body jerks.
“We're going to take care of you.” She kisses him again and moves her hands down his stomach and across his hips to the front of his thighs. Every muscle she touches bunches and contracts and his breaths change from slow, steady pulls of air to something close to panting.
“We're going to take such good care of you.” She drags her nails across his skin and my breathing turns labored as I watch his skin pebble.
“We're going to love you,” she murmurs, fingers stretching to trail against his inner thighs.
“We're going to fuck you,” she whispers, one fingertip tracing up the underside of his now completely hard cock.
“Fuck,” Parker hisses.
“Because you're ours,” she says, cupping and gently gripping his balls.
“Fuck,” he rasps again, one hand going to her wrist.
I rip my own jeans open and shove them off. My skin feels hot, swollen. Flames lick at the inside of my skull and I think I might die from it. I have watched the females we've shared touch Parker, but it never mattered because it wasn't about him. It was about me, about using him to get to me. This is all about him.
“Look,” Genie whispers. “Look at how hard he is, Parker. He's hard because of us, because of what I'm doing to you.”
Parker pries his eyes open and looks down at me. He watches me wrap a hand around my aching length and licks his lips. Then Genie wraps her hand around him and he throws his head back as she strokes from base to tip. Her hand keeps moving, up and down, coaxing tight noises from him and moving with him when his hips twitch and jerk. I watch as the towel that has miraculously stayed put slowly slides down her body to the floor. I can't see everything, just flashes of curves. A hip. Her thigh. The swaying side of her breast as she strokes him faster and faster.
On and on it goes until he's sweating and leaning against her, not quite sagging. Little sounds escape his lips and I want to catch them with my mouth. I carefully get onto my knees in front of him, making sure I don't throw him off balance. His eyes are still closed and it takes him a moment to catch up when my lips cover his. My dick slides against his, unintentionally grazing Genie's fingers, and I groan. Goddess, I want her hand wrapped around me, too.
But this isn't about me. It's about him. It's about them. I'm not here to take, I'm here to help and give.
I plunge my tongue into his mouth, swallowing the needy sound he makes. The motion of her hand stroking him to completion moves all three of us and I want more of it. I want to taste her with him still on my tongue, and I want to share that taste with him while he cums all over my stomach.
He gasps when I release his lips and groans when I lean forward far enough to grab her hair with my free hand. When I kiss her, it isn't as deep or consuming as I want it to be, but I can taste her. So sweet. I lick against her tongue, humming as she makes a small sound against my lips. I let go of my own cock and cover her hand with mine, helping her pump his length.
I go back to his lips, sucking and nipping, before pulling away again to kiss her. It's delicious and decadent, their combinedtaste rocketing me higher. I chance looking down at mine and Genie's hands jerking him together and my balls tighten, throbbing.
“Look,” I groan. “Parker, look.”
I watch him slowly open his eyes and move them down to where my hand covers hers. He moans. Parker doesn't often moan. He makes all sorts of fantastic sounds for me, but a moan is rare.
“Isn't that pretty?” I ask.
He nods.
“Does it feel good?” Genie asks from behind him, squeezing him just a bit tighter.
“Yesss,” he hisses.
“Do you want to cum?” I ask, guiding our hands to move faster, twisting just behind the head of his dick.
“Please,” he gasps.
