Page 12 of Give Me You
I know I shouldn’t fucking be doing this.The thought loops in my head like a broken record, but the second I step up to Emilio and my fingers find the drawstring on those oversized shorts, the noise shuts off. His body goes almost pliant, his hips tilting just enough to let me know he’s already halfway have gone. The fabric loosens under my tug, Emilio blinking up at me, pupils blown wide in the low hallway light.
“Right here?” he asks, a rough edge to his usually soft voice.
I glance around the open-plan living room. Couch, coffee table, the faint glow of city lights through the windows. No one else is in the apartment. Liam’s still asleep, or at least pretending to be. “There’s no one but us,” I purr into his ear, “and I’d prefer not to have to strip another bed of its sheets.”
Emilio huffs a laugh that dies the moment I walk him backward. Three steps, four, until his back hits the couch. I turn him around and then gently push him down, my palm flat between his shoulder blades, the Omega folding like he was made for it.
The shorts slowly slip down over his hips and to the floor, exposing the curve of his ass. His hole is already sloppy, slick gathering in the crease where his thighs meet his cheeks. I drag my thumb through the mess, pressing in to the first knuckle, Emilio letting out a little mewl that goes straight to my cock.
“Fuck, I shouldn’t want this,” he mutters into the couch cushion, knuckles white where he grips the edge.
“You and me both,” I answer. I flick my thumb in and out of his hole, watching it try to suck me in further.Jesus Christ.Needing some relief of my own, I shove my sweats down just far enough to free my cock and balls. I squeeze the base of my knot, trying to keep from coming at the pretty picture he makes. “You okay with hard and fast?”
He nods, his head bobbing up and down furiously like he needs this more than he wants it. “I might be pregnant, but I’m not fucking fragile.”
I know firsthand he isn’t fragile; I’ve watched him longer than I like to admit. Still, the reminder of the baby should cool me off. It doesn’t. If anything, it makes that horrid possessiveness boiling beneath the surface just a little stronger. Emilio wiggles, obviously impatient. “Come on, Alpha. You talked a big game. Stop admiring my ass.”
I grimace, because my brain had absolutely wandered to what that black lace thong would look like if I peeled it aside instead of off. Then the memory of earlier slams into me when I had just finished fucking my hand in the shower and stumbled upon Liam’s bedroom again. Emilio was curled against my brother’s chest, Liam shooting me a sleepy grin when he bet me I would end up fucking Emilio before sunrise. I’d called bullshit.
And yet, here I am anyway, my cock teasing the rim of Emilio’s hole because I’ve been hard for hours.
I push in slowly, watching his body open for me. The stretch is obscene and absolutely beautiful, the ladder of piercings dragging along his walls. We both groan as I become fully seated, Emilio’s back arching forward, a low moan spilling out of him. “The piercings feel so good, don’t they?” I murmur, already knowing the answer.
“Yes,” he strains, the word punched out on a breath.
I grip his waist with one hand, the other curling around the back of his neck, thumb pressing just beneath the hinge of his jaw. Then I fuck him, just like I told him I would–hard and fast.
The couch creaks under us, slick coating my shaft and dripping down my balls as I thrust into him. Emilio takes it like he was built for it, pushing back to meet me, greedy little sounds muffled by the cushions.
Sweat beads along my spine as I chase my release when Emilio tenses, the Omega making a sharp inhale that causes me to slow down and follow his gaze.
Liam is leaning against the wall just outside his bedroom door, his sweatpants shoved beneath his balls, his cock in hand. His dark eyes are fixed on us, on Emilio, on the way the Omega’s ass is obscenely stretched around my length. The sight should piss me off. Instead, Emilio’s hole clamps down on me, and I realize exactly how much he likes being watched.
“You like my brother watching us, don’t you?” I growl, shifting my grip a little. “Your sloppy little hole keeps sucking me in.”
Emilio groans, the Omega burying his face into the cushions again as I slide my hand lower and press my thumb alongside my cock, stretching him open further. He lets out another one of those delicious sounds and I fuck him harder, loving the way he so easily takes my swelling knot.
His ass jiggles with the last few thrusts, my mind wandering to what that pale skin would look like with one of my handprints. I brush the thought off, already telling myself this will be our one and only time together.
Yet, it’s hard not to watch as he widens his stance to accommodate me, his body shuddering with pleasure when I explode inside of him. A growl rips from my throat as I rock against his ass, letting him milk me until I’m spent before moving us back to sit down.
Emilio’s head falls back against my shoulder, his arms flopping to his side. I have to hold back a chuckle as I reach to wrap my hand around his dick, the Omega still hard despite his length slick with his release. A strangled whimper hits the air as he thrusts up into my hold, Emilio coming with a broken cry a few seconds later, stripes of white painting his shirt, my hand, and his thighs.
I nibble at his ear, purring at the way he goes completely pliant against my chest, my brother heading toward us with a deviant smile on his face. He holds up his hand to Emilio, his palm covered in his own release, the Omega barely hesitating before leaning forward to drag his tongue around Liam’s knuckles. The sight rips another pulse from my knot, and I come again, filling Emilio until he’s overflowing, clenching around me like he’s trying to milk every drop.
“I had no idea you were so filthy,” I rasp against his shoulder. “I’d have asked to play sooner.”
Emilio just snorts as he continues to clean off Liam’s hand and it takes everything in me not to wrap my arms around the Omega to keep him seated. He wiggles on my lap, my knot deflating faster than I would have thought. The Omega makes a small whine as he pushes off my lap, slick and cum coating his thighs.
He manages a shaky, “This was fun,” and “Goodnight,” his cheeks red with embarrassment before scurrying toward the guest bedroom, the door clicking shut behind him. I just stare, mildly confused and then stuff myself back into my pants, my brother covering himself as well before dropping into the seat across from me.
“Didn’t take you long, did it?” He teases.
I glare at my brother, hating that he was right about something like this. We’ve shared a few times over the years but I’ve neverwantedmy brother’s partners. It was just fun. This feels like more. “I don’t know what to do,” I admit. “How the hell is he so intoxicating? He doesn’t even have a scent.”
Liam shrugs, wiping his hand on his thigh. “He just is. And I still have to fucking talk to him about the baby.”
I snort. “As I said before, this shit is fucking complicated.” It’s only going to get worse if I can’t scrub him from my mind by morning.
