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It all became a daze then. Limbs moved and mine moved with them, the experience almost an out-of-body one. When Len lay down, Tristan arranging me over the top of him, a perfect inverse of the way we were last time, I came hurtling back. I could feel my cunt throbbing dully as I split my legs on either side of Len’s hips, his hands moving slowly, cupping my breasts, following the slope on my hips, right up until I settled down. Then he moved his cock, lining it up unerringly for me to sit down on, the stretch immediate, pulling a long groan from me.

“Good, love?” Tris asked me, settling down behind me. “The alpha filling up that pretty fucking pussy?”

“Oh god, Tris. So good…”

“That’s right, baby.” His hand slid around me, finding my clit and teasing it lightly as I bore down. “Take him, take every fucking inch. Let him fill you up.”

“Fuck…” Len groaned beneath us. I drew up again, working him in and out now, feeling that savage burn, contrasting with the light sweeps of Tris’ fingers, making me want more, more, more.

“So take more, love. Take it all,” Tris hissed.

It wasn’t that easy, of course, requiring long, slow strokes to prepare me, while Len’s scent was deep in my nose, filling the room, informing my body of the changes it needed to make to do this, to do what we needed. Finally, I was grinding down on Len’s knot, the bulbous swelling colliding with Tris’ fingers as my cunt stretched obscenely. Pleasure flirting with pain, that was what it was, and it felt like time stood still as I hung on the precipice of a major decision.

“It’s your choice,” Tristan whispered. “It always was. I just wanted to make it easier for you to take what you need, because that’s just as important to me as it is to you.”

“We’re doing this?”

I was feeling the usual omega tremulousness around a knot, craving and fearing it in the same breath. Len nodded, grabbing my hand and holding it tight, then kissing the knuckles.

“Together,” Tristan said, parting me, pressing the head of his cock against my arse, spreading the copious slick there, then as I pushed down, he pushed in.

Nothing in our many and varied sexual experiences had prepared me for this, nothing. I was full, so fucking full, my body fighting the double intrusion for a second, before a long scream of pleasure escaped me, and then it happened.

Surrender, it was always about that with omegas, and that was a physical thing as well as a mental one. Alphas might be able to force their cocks in so far, but there came a point where we had to let them in, otherwise that sensitive knot was left hanging out, untended.

“Jesus, omega, fuck!” Len yelped, his hands slapping down on my waist, holding me still, riding the waves as my cunt fluttered around him.

Oh yes, I liked this very much. Very much indeed. They remained perfectly still, waiting for me to move, as I sat, a queen on a double pronged throne. When I did, just gently, slowly, testing my body’s responsiveness and being rewarded doubly, triply, exponentially with every thrust, I found myself greedily chasing more. More pleasure, more knot, more Tris, driving deep and going deeper, more feeling, more them.

“Fuck, I can feel his damn knot,” Tris whined. “You… He…”

But I knew. Our bond was crystal clear right now, and he felt my pleasure and I felt his, the two of us moving in perfect synchronicity, something we could have selfishly kept to the two of us forever, now that I knew how to reach for it.

But love wasn’t like that. Love is open, giving, tender, including, and that was what we wanted. Tris’ hand was on the back of my neck as I leant down, as we all moved frantically, spasmodically, reaching for something bigger than we were. I stared down at Len, watching him fall apart, his brow creased, his mouth panting, just like mine was. Right when we were climbing, feeling something that was as beautiful as it was eternal, he bared his teeth and I turned my head, revealing my neck to him.

“MINE!” Len roared, right before he struck.

“This is it, baby,” Tris said. “This is what we need.”

I came so hard, it was an out-of-body experience. What our genitals were doing was kinda irrelevant, because this pleasure, it came from somewhere else—a place so deep inside us, we’d all forgotten it was there but now it was noticed, it came rushing up. Perfect endless pleasure, making our hearts and souls sing, right before it hit. If Tris and I were made to fit together, then the three of us were triply so. We would need to explore exactly what that meant, but the bond, it was so real, so concrete, so right, that was all we could focus on.

Reality came back slowly, much more slowly. The sounds in the room, the harsh draw of breath, the texture of the bedding on James’ bed.

James. Jackson.

“Not yet,” Tris hissed before pulling us all down. Carefully, because Len was still knotted deep in me and Tris couldn’t bring himself to pull out. “It’ll come, all of it. I can feel it.”

His voice was getting sleepy and so was I, my body feeling like lead. But Len, he laid an arm under the two of us and then held us close, just enjoying the forced proximity until it faded.

We stepped out some time later, into what felt like the harsh bright light of James’ kitchen. The two of them sat there with the shell-shocked expression of car crash survivors. So no big explanations of what we were up to were needed then. Jacks took in the shirt I was wearing. Len’s was more than long enough to act as a dress, but that wasn’t what he was focussed on. The bright red mark on my skin, that held his attention, before he stared wide-eyed at Len.

“Congratulations, mate,” he said, all blokey, and he meant it. I could hear that, but there was pain there, as well as doubt.

Len responded by drawing me close, giving me forehead kisses, and I decided I would like a lot of those going forward, please and thank you.

“You’re trying to work out what happened,” Tris said, pulling out a chair and sitting down. “You’re trying to work out where you fit. What does this mean, for me, Kit, Len, or either of you? So lemme tell you.” He looked around the table. “What I’ve realised is we’re in this together, and while part of me hated that with every fucking breath, I could see it was inevitable and so I decided to like it.” His smile was lazy. “I’ve decided I like it a lot. Len, are you still going to explore things with Jackson, take him on da

tes and see if what’s between you is real?”


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