Page 39 of Game Over

They looked between us, that uncertainty in their gaze unmistakable. “I wanted to give you some space.” His words were clipped in a way I didn’t like, in a way so unlike him.

It felt a lot like rejection, the sensation creating a hollow pit inside of my stomach.

“Please don’t,” I said, and I meant it. The prickling sensation of tears threatened behind my eyes. “I need you too.”

Their gaze softened, if only a fraction. “Okay.”

“Why don’t you lay in his lap babygirl,” Charlie said, pulling back to reveal those stupidly hard abs I wanted to run my tongue over.

Fuck, did he get hotter over the last year?

It was possible. Surely so, more time in the gym, more time… I don’t know… eating whatever alphas ate.

With the thought of me being next on the menu spurring me on, I nodded and we adjusted, Jesse’s back against the headboard with his thighs spread and my head cushioned against them. Charlie crawled up the bed, looking more like a predator than a person until he found his place between my legs.

“Last chance to change your mind,” he whispered, more to himself or to Jesse than to me, since I was already trying to force him to touch me.

“If you don’t make me come this instant I’m going to die,” I whined, my fingers knotted into his hair trying to force him towards my straining hips.

Charlie gave in, falling forward to bury his tongue into me with little finesse, not that it mattered. The knowledge alonethat my alpha was touching me, had finally returned to me, was enough.

He prodded his way into my core, slurping and sucking and lapping at my cum-filled center, groaning as he ate through Jesse’s softly lemony release and beyond, devouring my own cherry and lime slick like he’d been starving for it.

My hips kicked into motion, grinding against his tongue and face as the edge threatened me quicker than anticipated.

Maybe it was Charlie’s scent in my nose, stronger every second that he pleasured me, spearing me on his tongue before moving to loop around my clit in decadently slow circles that had my thighs quivering under his strong hands.

The noises that left me would’ve been worth their weight in gold on SLCK’d, the nameless, faceless masses of my viewership donating hundreds as I wailed forCharlie, Charlie, Charlie.

My alpha.

The one I’d been waiting for all this time.

Who’s lips I’d never gotten to touch. Who I’d fantasized and dreamed about ever since.

“I’m going to come.” It was half a plea not to stop and half a warning, a familiar rushing sensation pulling to the surface thanks to my heat and my alpha.

There was no hesitation as he doubled down, his movements staying the same, but getting more intense with the addition of even more pressure.

My body clenched around nothing as another flood of slick left me, probably bringing more of Jesse’s cum with it. But that seemed to only make Charlie want it more—he never stopped, just kept tonguing me until one orgasm rolled into the next.

My grip came up and tightened around Jesse’s forearms, squeezing tight enough to leave a mark. But when I glanced up he didn’t seem to mind, wholly focused on watching Charlie bring me over the precipice hard enough that I saw stars.

Finally, once I’d managed to return to earth and Charlie considered me properly cleaned, he sat up, flipping his hair out of his face and wiping his lips with the swipe of his forearm.

A slight gasp from above pulled my attention back to Jesse, their cock stirring beside me as they stared at Charlie in a way that was more appreciative than I cared for.

The thought made me pause.

I shouldwantJesse to look at Charlie like that. If they did, my job of convincing my boyfriend to make this more than a one-heat thing would be much easier, but it seemed my hormone-riddled brain had zero room for logic.

There was only one thought rattling around the inside of my head like a pong ball: that alpha wasmine.

Before I could react to it, the hissing sound of Charlie’s zipper coming down caught my attention. He freed his massive cock, making my mouth water as his jeans and underwear quickly found a place balled up on the rug.

“Condom?” he half croaked out, shaking Jesse from his trance.

My boyfriend leaned over to the bedside table to produce the little packet, and I genuinely wondered if it would pop solely due to the difference in the sizes of my partners.

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