My heart thud
ded. We’d stumbled into this sexual playground as experienced players, I’d thought, but five minutes in and I was shaken. Tristan had never responded to other women ever, but he smiled, crooked and wild.
“I don’t see her, I see you,” he said, then kissed me slowly, so I could pull away if still pissed. I was worried, that was only partially alleviated, but I could never resist him. “I see me sitting at your feet, begging to suck your cock, wiggling that toy back and forth inside you as I suck, grinding it against your G-spot with every pulse. And then when you’re really fucking wet—”
“You could, if you want.” Jackson’s voice was carefully neutral as he appeared at my shoulder, his attention split between us and the platform. “If you wanted to try a Feeldoe on the stage or somewhere else, you could ask them if they’re looking for others to play with, or we can find you a space of your own.” He shrugged. “It’s up to you.”
“And where would you be in all of this?” I asked him, staring at the beta, a veritable stranger, but my eyes soon slid to Len, who moved closer. “Where would both of you be?”
Jackson snorted, then shook his head.
“You’re not getting this, not yet.” He looked at me head-on, then Tristan. “You’re driving this. The power’s in your hands. Len’s going all out, wants to impress you a lot.”
“Fuck’s sake, Jackson,” the man himself growled. “Why the fuck did I bring you?”
“Because Big, Tall, and Growly, someone’s gotta do the talking for you,” Jackson shot back before turning to us. “For tonight, I reckon you could get him doing whatever the hell you wanted.”
And with that, his eyes went back to the big alpha, watching him strain against his bindings as the bleach boy stroked him and her, as she slicked her cock with lube and then slapped a hand down on his shoulder and stepped between his spreading legs.
I’d been caught up in gender, worried about Tris and his reaction, but as we stood there, I got it. It was the dynamic, the way the three of them played, that intrigued him, kisses raining all over my shoulders as we watched them work. Slick painted her thighs as she worked her dick inside the alpha, making me damn sure she was an omega, and the alpha? Bleach boy kissed the girl one more time before moving to the front of him, pushing down his pants to reveal a hard cock.
“You’re doing so well,” he said, stroking the massive man’s forehead, running his fingers through the man’s hair. “You’re taking her so deep.”
“Yes…” the alpha panted, the hoarse rumble coming out all breathy.
“Is she hitting your prostate?” His hand dropped down to try and encircle the alpha’s huge cock where a steady stream of cum leaked from the end. “She does that so well. She seems to have a sixth sense for it. I don’t know how she knows, but she does.”
There was something so complex about his tone—wistful, horny, gleeful, pained. Like he was greedy, I saw that in the twist of his smile, wanting to be everywhere at once. To be in the place of the alpha getting railed, to have his arms around the girl as she did the railing, slipping his cock into her so she fucked and was fucked. And lastly this, as he cupped the alpha’s jaw, rubbing his thumb across his parted lips.
“You gonna take my cock?”
The alpha answered by sucking the guy’s thumb into his mouth, his cheeks hollowing as he made a good go of it.
“You have to answer, big guy. I need your words. I’m aching for you. The two of you, you’re so fucking beautiful, but I can’t just stand here and watch. I need in you.”
“Yes…” the alpha panted when the other man pulled his hand free. Over and over, he said it.
“Yes to what? You know the drill.” Bleach boy shifted closer, placing what was on offer front and centre.
“Let me suck your cock,” the alpha ground out between thrusts, his own buttocks flexing and pulsing as he met her stroke for stroke. “Give it to me.”
And there it was, the bark of command I’d been expecting all along, and bleach boy went still, very still, in response. The alpha, he stared into the other guy’s eyes, a look of terrible hunger on his face, but bleach boy held his ground. And Tristan? His arms tightened, his grip biting deep into my skin. Bleach boy put a hand up, the girl stopping her thrusts immediately.
“That’s not how we play. You know that. If you want to top from the bottom, there’s people who’d love to do that for you.” His eyes flicked out, taking in the crowd for the first time, scouring us, and for a split second, I met his gaze. “Ask them to come up on the stage. Command them to come up and fuck your arse. Do it!”
Bleach boy’s voice contained a note of command himself, which made me wonder about his designation.
“No,” the alpha replied. “You, I want you.” He looked over his shoulder as far as his head would turn to include the girl in this. “Please.”
“Well, that sounds much better,” bleach boy said, then faced the girl. “What do you think, Fire?”
“More begging,” she replied with a smirk. “A lot more begging.” She moved closer, grazing the end of her Feeldoe against his arse. “Beg for my Blur’s cock, alpha. Beg sweetly for him to fill your mouth, and I’ll fuck you raw.”
A low groan of pleasure and pain racked the big man, and she hadn’t even pushed in. Then he uttered the words.
“Please, Blur, please.” His mouth hung open, the alpha, as if presenting himself, ready for piercing. “Please, Blur, let me suck your cock. I want it, need it, down my throat and—”
“Well, since you asked so nicely.” Blur nodded to Fire over the alpha’s shoulder and then moved closer, wrapping a hand partly around the alpha’s throat and using that to slot his cock between the other man’s lips. “Fuck…”