Page 111 of Drown My Sorrow

I reach out, and he grips my wrist, dragging my hand to his cock. It’s hard but soft on the outside. Beau slides my hand up and down and hisses.

“Oh, that feels so good.” He groans and flexes into my hand. “But now we need another ingredient for the pot. Help me?” He turns his head, addressing someone else.

He lays back, but Gael is there, leaning over me, his hand covering mine as he guides me into pleasuring our alpha.

Beau lets out a shuddering purr and starts slowly thrusting into our hands.

My mouth parts because this is almost as good as what they do to me.

“Beau,” I whine. “I want to hear you.”

Beau snarls, his eyes snapping open, and thrusts harder, straining when we’re holding the base of his erection.

“Oh, I’m going to use every part of you. Fuck your tits, your ass, hell, I’ll just rub on you and get off. Why are your hands so soft?” Beau growls.

“See, we’ve got him right where we want him. He’s thrashing his head, panting, breathing fast.” Gael clicks his tongue. “Now we add a twist and vary the speed and grip. We want him to be unsure what we’re going to give him next.”

“Does it feel different between me or them doing it?” I ask.

Beau squeezes his eyes closed and bites his bottom lip. Gael reaches between his legs and cups his balls, rolling them in his hand.

“Some, his hands are rougher and bigger, yours softer and smaller. It all feels good.” Beau stares at me with slitted eyes.

Gael glances down my body.

“May I?”

I cautiously nod. I have no idea what he’s requesting.

He reaches into my panties and shoves his hand between my legs. I gasp out, whimpering and rocking against him. The move was so sudden and unexpected that I don’t even get out a peep of protest.

“Goddamn, Aspyn, you’re soaked,” Gael whispers into my ear. “I can fix that for you if you’d like.”

I clear my throat. “Uh, yes, after.” I’m not sure about that either, but I’m willing to try.

Am I?

Willing to try with these alphas? I didn’t want to see them surf that wave. It killed me to see Kelly out there. I have lots of deep feelings about them, and I can feel them slightly through the shared bonds we have. Is Shale right?

Gael leans in close, panting but not touching me other than where his hand is, but I stare at the side of his face, confused by the way his cheeks bloom red and his eyes turn black. He runs his hand through my pussy, leaving me a quivering mess, but just when I think I can’t take it, he pulls his hand free and pulls our hands off Beau.

“The right lubricant can change the whole game,” Gael instructs.

He drags his wet hand up and down Beau’s shaft, soaking it. It’s almost embarrassing how wet I get for them.

My alpha arches, straining, the tendons in his neck stand out. Gael pulls my hands back on, and we tug Beau three times before slowing and adding a twist.

“Damn!” Beau hisses and turns his head, biting the pillow.

“Does it feel good?” Keagan teases.

“You’re going next. I could nut right now. Her hand is like velvet,” Beau gasps out.

I glance over my shoulder at Gael. “Can you teach me how to give head?”

Beau chokes and suddenly arches, coming hard. I watch in awe as he spurts cum onto his stomach. It just keeps coming and coming, he shakes and hisses, his neck straining as he groans through it.

“Keep stroking through the orgasm,” Gael murmurs. “We want to milk everything out of him.”

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