Page 60 of Two For the Show
And when Quinton takes Matteo into his mouth, his face level with my hips, I involuntarily thrust into the air, aching to be filled, wanting that tongue that is expertly circling the dripping head of our Beta’s cock on me more than just about anything I’ve ever wanted before.
“Quit teasing our Omega,” Matteo says breathily. “She’s needy, can’t you smell it?”
Quinton sits up and wipes his mouth on the back of his hand. “Mmm, I can. But I was making her wait. Delayed gratification and all that.”
“It’s been delayed enough!” I snap, immediately blushing at how desperate I sound. “Please, Alpha.”
My whine must be more than he can stand, because he scoots up my body to press a kiss against my lips. As he drags a finger across my slit, teasing me a little bit more, I reach behind me and clumsily grab Matteo’s cock. The Beta wraps his hand around mine, helping me stroke him.
In one smooth motion, Quinton sucks my clit into his mouth at the same time he sinks two fingers into me, and it’s all I need. I fall off that cliff, squeezing his ears with my thighs as my hips buck up, chasing the last dregs of pleasure as I come down from the explosive orgasm.
“Oh, that was fun,” Quinton says with a clever grin. “Let’s do it again.”
“Wait-” I start to say, as he dives back down and begins to lap at my oversensitive clit.
“Color, Omega?” Matteo pants in my ear as he moves my hand faster.
“Green,” I say around a moan as Quinton curls his fingers inside me. When he slides a third finger inside me, Matteo pinches one of my nipples with his free hand at the same time Quinton gives my clit a little love bite.
For the second time today, pleasure and pain swirl together in an intoxicating cocktail that leaves me panting and shaking between the two men.
By the time Quinton is sitting back on his heels, desperately trying to undo his pants and slide them off, I’m basically a puddle of pleasured Omega.
“Tell me I can fuck you,” he pleads, getting his boxers down to reveal a cock that smacks into his belly at the force, his knot thick and partially inflated already. “Please, Omega. I need to feel you around me.”
“Fuck me, Alpha,” I say, throwing my legs over Matteo’s and letting him hold me open wider. He releases my hand and shifts me down his body, so my head is level with his cock, but doesn’t try to get me to put my mouth on him. The Beta strokes himself lazily as Quinton kneels between our spread legs and teases me with the head of his cock.
The moment he slides inside me makes me feel like I’m seeing colors for the first time. As he slowly, lazily thrusts into me, grinding down against me every few strokes, he drops down to give me a kiss that is so filthy I can feel myself gushing around his cock.
When he pulls away from my mouth and leans over to take Matteo in his, I lose myself to pleasure again. Knowing that all three of us are feeling this way at the same time is something that has my head spinning. All Iwant is to chase pleasure alongside them, to know they are both entirely satisfied.
It doesn’t take long before Quinton pops off of Matteo, and the Beta roars, spilling himself on the Alpha’s lips and chin. Before it even drips, Quinton is shoving his mouth onto mine, sharing our Beta’s taste with me.
Fuck, that is so hot I feel like I might combust.
Sitting back, Quinton stares at the place we connect as he speeds up his thrusts, teasing me with the edge of his knot. I want it so bad, to feel it stretching me, that I am desperate, and I’d do anything to get it.
“Please, Alpha,” I beg. “I need your knot.”
His face cracks into a beautiful grin. “What, this knot?” A rotation of his hips has the knot grinding into me, bumping against my clit and making me see stars.
“Yes! Please!”
“So polite,” he coos, bending down and giving me another kiss. Slowly, he presses into me, and the moment his knot slides inside me, I throw my head back with a cry of pleasure, and I feel him release into me.
Quinton collapses on top of me, his weight barely registering, and Matteo wraps his arms around both of us.
For a moment, we’re quiet. We’re all basking in the pleasure we’ve found together. As Quinton moves to a sitting position, his knot straining my entrance, my heart nearly stops at the raw emotion on his face.
“Alex.” His voice is choked as he holds his arm out to me. “I want your bond. I want to feel you in my chest. I want forever with you, not just this moment. We both know that I’m sick. That this isn’t something that can be cured. Forever with me might be shorter than it is with the others, and I don’t want to waste a minute of the time we do have. Can you give me that? Can you give me forever?”
Emotion that isn’t mine but complements it perfectlyfills my chest. None of us likes to think about the fact that there is no actual cure for Alpha Rot. The best we can ask for is remission.
None of us wants to admit that bonding with Quinton is different than what I get with the others.
Because it’s not only emotions we’ll share. While the bonds with the others are nearly permanent, they can be rejected or potentially dissolved through medical treatment. That’s not the case for Quinton. Our lives will be tied together for as long as we live, because he won’t survive a rejected bond.
As he watches me with the most earnest expression on his face, his arm trembling in front of me, I realize I don’t want to wait another second, either.
