Page 67 of Dodging Bullets

So now we were the proud owners of three kittens. They were staying with OJ, who’d take them to get their shots and chips, and hold them until after August’s heat. Every part of my body was buzzing with elated happiness.

“This has been the best day ever,” I murmured into August’s ear as we sped away from OJ’s house, and back to our own. The last phase of the day was the one I was most nervous about. It had taken both Llew and Rio most of the day to do, but it would be amazing.

August’s face was flushed, and I remembered the feeling. “Are you ready to go home, Omega?” I whispered in his ear sultrily, despite being an Omega too, and when his eyes widened and then darkened, I knew I’d do it again. This feeling of being desired was heady.

“Yes.” His scent swirled around me, making my libido do the macarena. I’d recently learned about the macarena and had mastered the dance in record time with the help of Llew.

Max was grumbling in the driver’s seat, making me chuckle. August was achingly hard in his jeans, and honestly, it looked kind of painful. Sliding my hand down his chest, I ran my fingertips across the bulge there. I could feel the dampness of his slick already soaking the denim, and I wanted to taste it.

Maybe I could give us both a little relief. Unzipping his pants, I held in my yelp as his cock sprung free, hard and ready. “Polly,” he breathed, and I couldn’t tell if he was begging or issuing a warning. Maybe both.

“August,” I whined back. “I think you need a hand. Or maybe my mouth?”

Llew had recently introduced me to the sheer thrill of fucking him with my face, and I might be a little addicted to the way he moaned and grunted as he was completely at my mercy. I wanted to know if that applied to my Omega too. Given the way his breath hitched as I wrapped my fingers around his cock, I was pretty sure it would.

I stroked up and down slowly at first, watching his responses. Did he like it when I stroked my fingers over the head? Did he buck his hips up when I squeezed? He was so responsive that I was fairly sure I could just look at his dick intently, and he’d come.

I was going to do way more than look, though; I wanted to taste. Pulling my seatbelt down to my waist, I leaned over and kissed August. He kissed me back messily, filled with franticneed and tasting more than a little wild. Relishing the feel of his lips on mine, I captured his Omega whine in my mouth and swallowed it down. I wanted more. More of his need.

Bending myself in half, I gripped him in my fist as I licked across the head of his cock. “Jesus fucking Christ,” he grunted, his hand cupping my head. My hair was almost an inch and a half now, long enough that it sat up at odd angles, allowing the guys to run their fingertips through it, which I loved.

I tongued the little slit on the underside of the head, and his muscles quivered. Lapping it furiously, I discovered his slick tasted amazing. Like chocolate and coffee and sex. I sucked the head into my mouth, desperate to taste more. His other hand came up until he was cradling my head and panting my name.

“Fuck, Polly.Fuck.”

I did this thing that Llew always enjoyed—I took him in as far as he could go, then I swallowed him down more. His shout was whipped away by the wind, and the car swerved a little, but soon righted.

One of August’s hands left my head, and when I looked up, he had it slapped over his mouth to muffle his shouts. I went back to what I was doing, with slow, languid, teasing strokes until he was vibrating beneath my hands.

“Please… Polly, please,” he groaned, and I sucked harder. I lifted one of my hands, first gently cupping his balls, which still felt freaking weird. I didn’t care what anyone said about testicles being an integral part of the male anatomy—they looked so weird and felt even weirder, and they moved like they were little aliens. And did I mention they were weird?

But when I cupped them, tugging them softly, August slammed his head back against the headrest of the seat. Yeah, they might be weird, but apparently, they felt good.

Moving on from his balls, I wrapped my hand tightly around the base of his cock, where his lock was already swelling, tryingto lodge him inside the warmth of my mouth. That was a little adventurous for right now, so I fisted his lock in my hand and let him thrust up through it.

“Holy hell, little Omega, where the hell did you learn to do this?” he groaned, but I didn’t answer, because my tongue was otherwise occupied.

Soon, he was wildly thrusting into my mouth, controlling the pace and depth, but never going too far. My eyes were watering, but he tasted so good. I was an addict. I wanted to swallow down every drop of slick he would give me.

“Polly, baby, I’m going to blow and… it’s a lot.” He pulled off his shirt and held it over his cock, and my Omega was outraged. He was going to waste his precious release on a shirt instead of inside me?

I pushed the shirt to the side, as well as his hands, and I took his cock in as far as I could. His cum was mine. He shouted, and gush after gush of cum exploded inside my mouth faster than I could swallow, making my cheeks swell. It leaked out the corners and dribbled down on his shirt anyway.

I mourned the lost drop, but I was content. I’d made my Omega happy, and when he pulled me into his side, his skin warm, I pushed the feelings of contentment down my bond.

“You’re something amazing—you know that, right? You’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me, Polly Barrie.” August kissed the top of my head, then my lips, tasting himself on my tongue. Did he taste as good to himself as he did to me? “I can’t wait to slide inside you.”

“We’re nearly there,” came the strangled sound of Max’s voice in the front seat. He looked strung out and desperate. “Thank fuck,” he continued under his breath. I could smell his arousal, and I felt a little guilty.

“You know, there’s always the option of pulling over and fucking us both on the hood of the car,” August teased, and Max gave him a stern look.

“Don’t tempt me.” We pulled into a familiar driveway. “We’re here.”

Rio was waiting on the porch, looking pleased with himself. That was good—it meant phase four was on track. Or maybe he could just feel the pleasure I was experiencing down the bond.

He bounded down the stairs and opened the car door. “Looks like I missed all the fun,” he teased, wiping the corner of my lip. “Come on, Omegas. From the scent of this back seat, August’s heat is going to start sooner rather than later, and we have one more gift.”

Thirty-Nine

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