I do as instructed and bounce my ass in the air, hoping Abel enjoys the way my ass jiggles.
“You’re killing me, baby.”
Before I can respond, Buckle’s mouth is on my ass. Nibbling one cheek, then the other. I grip the bedsheets and wiggle, needing something more.
“Touch me.” I take my own cock in hand and give it a few strokes.
Buckles nose is in my crack, breathing deeply. I need more.
Buckle knows. It’s as if we share the same brain. He grabs my hips and laves at my hole, making me gasp. The roughness of his beard is so yummy against my skin, but I know it probably won’t feel great in the morning.
“He’s so slick, Abel. So good. He’s sweet. Have you tasted Omega slick? It’s such a treat.”
I’ve already forgotten that we’re recording for Abel and let out a moan.
“I need to touch you. Come here.” I reach for Buckle and he slides down beside me, panting. My slick is smeared all over his beard and I lean in to kiss him. Buckle does a good job keeping the camera aimed on us. I don’t know how he can do it and still kiss me as fiercely as he does.
I climb on top of him and slant our dicks together. This. This is what I need. I scoop slick from my ass and take our dicks in hand as I grind against him.
“Watch us, Abel,” I say. “We’re going to come for you.” My hips work faster, chasing my release.
“Fuck, this is hot.” Buckle watches me through the phone camera. He cups my cheek tenderly and I scent him. My mating gland throbs. I want him to bite me. I offer my throat, hoping he at least grazes it with his teeth.
“I’m close, Alpha.” We’re kissing and it’s as if we’re on another planet. We’re in another universe that’s just the two of us and the phone. I hope Abel can see how much we want this. How much we need it. And how much he’s still a part of this. “Soclose, sweetness. I’m so close. Are you watching?” I look up at the camera when I come.
My breath shutters out of me as ropes of cum shoot across Buckle’s chest.
“Fuck.” He bucks up and his cum joins mine in a mess all over him.
Mine. My instincts take over, and I rub our cum into his skin, marking him. Needing him to smell like me. Like us. But there’s something missing. Abel. I’ve never felt a loss after an orgasm, but him not being here makes my soul heavy.
Buckle’s arm wraps around me and he pulls me to his side so I’m not laying in our mess on him. He kisses my head gently and tosses the phone somewhere. I have no idea if he’s sent it to Abel yet or not. I don’t really care. I just need Buckle to hold me.
“You okay?” he asks.
I nod. “I didn’t think I’d miss Abel taking part in this.” I rub my chest.
Buckle scents me with his head before kissing the tip of my nose. I still smell myself on him, and his lips are intoxicating. I can’t help but kiss him again.
“Abel moves on his own timeline, and I’m proud of him for that.”
“I am, too. I’m just saying I missed his presence.” I miss both of my mates when they’re not around. I find myself constantly thinking about them both, which is inconvenient since I own a sex shop. Often I think about what either of them would be interested in doing in the bedroom.
Buckle holds me close and I snuggle into his side, enjoying the way we smell together. His big arm runs down my back and it’s so comforting.
I look up at him and I can’t help the question. “Do you think Abel will actually watch the video?”
“I think he’ll be too curious not to.”
“Did you send it, or are you going to edit it first?”
Buckle gives me a smirk. “Already sent it. Just waiting for his reaction. I’mhopingit’ll be positive.”
