Page 31 of Broken Bonds
“Goddamn, man!” I moan. “You’re going to make me work for this tonight, aren’t you?”
“Not as hard as I made you work for it after your initiation.” He laughs. “You begged almost as good as Shawn does.”
“Fucker!” I start moving again, trying not to think about that week we took off together, both of us nineteen and hornier than hell, and Jax discovered how much he enjoyed locking up a guy’s cock in a chastity cage and figuring out how to fuck an orgasm out of him.
Let’s just say he’s become very, very good at it. Fortunately, so have I.
Shawn is one lucky guy. I have to admit there are times I wish I’d been born an omega because I would have glued myself to Jax. He did ask me to move in with him, but back then I was smart enough not to let my dick control my brain when it comes to major life decisions. I’m a beta, but I’m not exactly a submissive kind of guy. Eventually, without a mating bond, Jax and I would have ended up hating each other.
Jax shoves me forward, grabs my hips, and without caring about my rhythm starts plowing me almost as hard as I was plowing Shawn. I finally managed to keep up with him, my balls swinging with every thrust and bouncing against Shawn’s tight ass while the slap of Jax’s thighs against my ass fills the room.
Shawn moans again, crying out, his entire body tensing against his bonds as his ass starts squeezing my cock.
“Oooh, that was a good one,” I gasp as I fuck him, barely able to hold back my climax. “But I think you have at least another ten minutes to go on the milker to match your previous time.”
Jax’s fingers dig into my flesh. “At least,” he says, his tone deep and growly in the way I know means he’s close. “Hurry up and get me off,” he orders. “Because the third one’s going in bare. Been a while since I bred you.”
That’s what triggers my orgasm. Jax leans against me, pressing me hard and deep into Shawn, who is now trying to twist his hips to escape the milker’s tenacious hold on his cock.
Jax rakes his nails down my back. “That’s what I thought, beta,” he growls in the way he knows I love.
While I don’t mind bending over for Alphas for fun on occasion, Jax is the only Alpha I’ll let take me like this and he knows it. Another couple of thrusts and he’s there. He pulls out and so do I. I add more lube to Shawn—because I’m a considerate guy like that and he’s not naturally slick since he’s not in a mating heat—and I’m about to grab another condom to roll over my erection when Jax stops me and hands me the lube.
“You have permission to breed him over the next few weeks,” he says, grinning. “Until the new pup’s initiation. As long as you’re prepared for me to take it out of you, too.”
I return his grin, my cock twitching. “You got it, Alpha.”
I turn back to Shawn and we both moan as I slide in, bare and warm and slick, and I know I’ll really enjoy this next one. I wait for Jax to get into position, and then he slaps my ass.
“Start moving, beta,” he growls, the tone rippling over my nerve endings and making me shiver. “And just remember, any time my omega comes home smelling like you, I expect you on your knees or bent over before you do it again.”
I hoarsely laugh. “There’s always a catch with you, Jax.”
“Is that a no?”
His cock perfectly hitting every place inside me makes me gasp. “No, that was a hell, yes!”
Chapter Twelve
Shawn
Trouble Afoot?
There is always a point in play such as this where the pleasure short-circuits my brain and shuts it off. Where it becomes borderline painful…which makes it feel even better.
I’ve long since left that point in the rearview mirror by the time Jax and Todd finish with me and Todd switches off the milking machine. My cock throbs, still engorged, and will probably remain so for a few hours.
I’m aware of them unfastening the frame’s straps, then Jax scoops me up and carries me out to Todd’s hot tub, where we sink into the hot water as he cradles me against him. I savor the last, fading echoes of the experience.
Yum.
Bliss.
I lay floating in the warm water with Jax’s arms wrapped around me and just…breathe. I relish times like these, just the two of us able to zone out, relax, and bask in the afterglow.
He chuckles, nuzzling the top of my head. “Sure you want to give this up?”
Buzz-kill. My eyes pop open. I tip my head back to look at him. “What?”
