Page 79 of In Doubt
“I think you need to ask me nicely, Levi.”
I scowl at him. Dylan likes his little flirtatious games but my patience is running thin, especially when the moans from the bedroom seem to grow louder.
“Please,” I manage to spit out through gritted teeth.
Dylan licks his lips, fondling with the fly of my shorts.
When he frees my cock and takes me in his hands, I groan and watch as my packmate, an alpha, drops to his knees in front of me.
“You know I’m going to return the favour,” I say, as he strokes his fist up and down my length, a stream of precome dribbling from my tip.
“Or maybe the omega will,” Dylan says, making my cock jerk before wrapping his lips around me and sucking me into his mouth.
This isn’t new. We’ve been sleeping with each other ever since we formed this pack. But my dick in his mouth still sets me alight. Every time feels like the first time. I never tire of it.
I close my eyes as he hollows his cheeks and takes me deep inside his mouth, and I grab a handful of his hair, steadying his head in place. Omega pussy is divine, but an alpha’s mouth? We’re built of solid stuff, I can fuck my packmate’s mouth hard and deep, right into his throat, and he can take it all. There are no tears, no panicked gasps, just moans of pleasure and eyes sparkling with desire.
He loves this as much as I do.
“Fuck, you’re such a whore,” I grunt, “Letting me fuck your mouth, letting me pump my spunk down your throat.”
I thrust myself in and out of his mouth, showing him no mercy, using him. I’m tipping into rut now, everything hazy and scarlet around the edges of my vision, my reason slipping away. I couldn’t go easy on him even if I wanted to.
He grips my thighs so tight it’s going to leave bruises, more of his little games. But the pain only heightens my pleasure.
His mouth isn’t omega pussy. I can’t lock my knot into tight tissue, but it’s the nearest thing to it.
He flicks his tongue against my head and sucks me hard. I yank on his hair, pulling him flush against my groin and emptying into his mouth, watching him chug it all down, his Adam’s apple bobbing as he swallows my come.
“Fuuuucccckkkkk,” I groan as he takes a hold of the base of my cock and squeezes against my expanding knot.
He slides his mouth off me and I slip out with a pop.
“Better?” he asks, licking his lips.
“Better,” I confess. My still hard cock jerks against his grip and he brings his mouth back to my head, catching more of my come as it streams from my cock.
“So much come,” he says, almost with admiration. Forget pissing competitions, the amount of come you can pump into an omega’s belly is the true test of an alpha.
“And all gone to waste,” I mutter.
“No, not to waste,” he says with a grin. “You know I like the taste of your come.”
Truth be told, I like his too. It’s the polar opposite of omega slick. Alpha come is salty. Omega slick sweet. And I like both. Even better when they’re mixed together.
My ultimate fantasy, eating an omega out once my packmate’s come inside her.
I groan thinking of that and more of my come spurts from my cock, this time hitting the floor.
Dylan stumbles to his feet, releasing my cock, much to my disappointment. My knot remains expanded, will be for at least another 15 minutes, and the constriction of his hands felt good.
“My turn,” he says, shoving down his pants and fisting his cock. Curls, even darker than the ones on his head, lie at the base of his stiff cock and I’ve always found them erotic.
I drop to my knees, my hands landing on his arse, and drag him towards me. He moans with pleasure, legs shaking as I feed him into my waiting mouth. I can’t help smiling around his shaft. It takes a certain amount of skill to give good head to a man and a woman, but I pride myself on always delivering my best. And my packmate certainly enjoys my skills.
He’s moist at his head, and I slurp that shit up, the salty taste permeating into my tongue. Then I tease him a little, even though I know he must have about as much patience as I did, ringing my tongue around his head, then fluttering down the length of his shaft, following the outline of the vein that runs his length.
“Fuck, Levi, just suck me off already. I’m about to explode here.” I don’t blame him, the omega’s cries ring through the villa. Jake must be delivering her straight to paradise by the sounds of things.
