Page 34 of Game Over

“Jess, please,” she whispered, the omega whine so close to the surface that it made me grind my teeth. “I need you. Fuck me.”

Her fingers threaded into his hair, pushing him down to her chest and lower, Jesse’s mouth pressing hot, open-mouthed kisses along her skin as they adjusted to nip and suck their way down her ribs.

“You’re fucking burning up, babe,” he mumbled softly, golden tanned hands pressing on either side of her inner thighs to part them enough for their broad shoulders. “Don’t worry, I’ll take care of you.” His voice wasn’t entirely convincing, but in the heat haze Tara didn’t seem to mind, hips lifting off the bed in a futile attempt to bring her slick, needy cunt closer to his waiting mouth.

Like the first time I’d seen her like this, she was entirely hairless. Her pretty pink pussy distorted and colorless in the reflection of the black glass.

Jesse adjusted until he was level with her, teasing her inner thigh with his teeth until Tara was whining again, begging incoherently through frustrated half sobs.

My mouth watered thinking about the first time I’d tasted her ice pop sweet slick, licking it from the dildo I’d fucked her with. The way I’d wished to tear off the muzzle holding me back to bury my tongue into her sweet cunt to collect that succulent flavor from the source.

In the distorted monochromatic reflection of the screen I watched as Jesse wrapped their arms up and around Tara’s thighs, spreading them to give him more access as he devouredher, sucking and slurping along her sex as his tongue speared inside of her.

There was no amount of porn in the world that could be better than this.

Her moan echoed through the room, hands finding purchase in the sheets and in Jesse’s hair as she ground against his face, taking the lead in her own pleasure even as Jesse was arguably in the dominant position.

It sounded like Jesse mumbled something, but there was no discerning it with his face so firmly planted in her cunt. Or maybe he was just moaning.

Fuck. The idea, Tara’s scent, and her gasped praises had me leaking. I pressed a hand down onto my swollen cock, narrowly resisting the urge to slip my hand into my pants to stroke myself.

Anything for a little relief.

“Just like that, Jess. You’re doingsucha good job.” Tara panted, totally at odds with the begging, sobbing mess I’d encountered at the Heat Hotel.

Well... except… was it?

I’d assumed she’d taken the lead with me because she felt she needed to. That when I cracked the act Cameo pushed me into, that she sensed I wasn’t strong enough to give her what an alpha should.

That I wasn’t the alpha she needed because I wasn’t forceful enough to take charge in the way omegas craved or whatever bullshit Cameo had filled my mind with.

Because, I realized with a pang at how foolish I’d been as I watched Tara wrap her slender fingers around Jesse’s cock, rewarding their ministrations with a sure stroke that made the beta’s hips lift off the bed, that’s all it was.

Alphahole bullshit.

A false narrative that nearly lost me the girl of my dreams.

Like Tara could sense my stormy, self-loathing thoughts—or maybe it was Jesse, working harder to keep my attention—she let out a loud whimper, drawing my attention back to her with laser focus.

“Fuck, he smells sogood,” she whispered under her breath, thighs quivering. “It makes me want to—oh,fuck!”

She came with a loud moan and a flood of that cherry limeade scent that’d had me stiff in my trousers since I’d laid eyes on her again, but I was more interested in the thought she’d failed to finish.

It makes you want towhat, little omega?

I didn’t say the words aloud, worried I’d break the spell of my ludicrously lucky circumstance that allowed me this close in the first place. Not to mention… Jesse had started to settle. I wasn’t really interested in drawing his ire once more.

Not when we could be a team.

But that was a far off, far too hopeful idea. I knew they had feelings about what was happening, but kept it to himself for Tara’s sake.

Tara flipped them, shuffling and using her hand to angle Jesse’s cock justsoto fall on his cock, spearing herself easily. She didn’t wait to start riding them, bouncing and grinding in his lap with soft little gasps and moans.

I could hear how wet she was, how quickly she was taking Jesse. The sound of their bodies meeting in a steady rhythm of skin against skin was one of the most erotic things I’d ever experienced.

My hand moved over my cock in my pants. The need to touch myself was painful, but I knew I shouldn’t take it out—probably shouldn’t even be touching it, given how likely I was to fire off at the faintest breeze. But I needed some relief. Even in the form of my palm rubbing slowly over my rough jeans, applying a little pressure to my twitching, leaking length.

My scent was as thick as Tara’s in the air, making me a smidge self-conscious. Not that I could do anything about it, there were only so many mechanisms of my biology that I could fight at once. And since clinging to my senses and keeping out of rut was my priority, I had to accept that my obvious arousal was going to just… be what it was.

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