Page 102 of Puck Around and Find Out
Sloane hasn’t been dressed her entire heat, a mix of being too hot and ready to be fucked at a moment’s notice.
Bram stands there, also completely naked.
The only reason it’s not completely jarring is the amount of time I’ve spent in a men’s locker room.
“You could suck your broody Alpha’s cock too. You’re so good at that,” Ethan says, and Sloane preens at his praise.
Ethan lies on his back, and Sloane immediately straddles his face. Not a care in the world.
I’d like to get on their level when it comes to comfortableness. The two of them seem like a mixture of best friends and lovers. While what’s happening with Bram seems more intense, and I’m really still trying to figure out where I fit in all of this.
Bram seems irritated, which is his factory setting, I’m pretty sure. But he doesn’t storm off, push me, or say anything. He just grabs Sloane’s face and kisses her while she’s riding Ethan’s tongue.
I can’t look away when Bram slides his dick between Sloane’s lips. But when he catches me and glares, I immediately look away and focus on Ethan’s tight little ass.
He’s covered in tattoos on his thighs, arms, chest, and shins. But his perfect, tight, pale ass is just there for the taking.
I lube up my fingers and rim his asshole with the sticky liquid before sliding a finger inside of him. He moans against Sloane’s pussy, which makes her garble around Bram’s cock.
“Just like that,liefje,”
I try to tune him out, but I enjoy his deep voice.
No, wait. I don’t enjoy anything about Bram. Well, except maybe how he treats Sloane and Ethan. Or possibly how good he is at hockey.
Ethan interrupts my thoughts, grabbing my wrist, indicating he needs more, and I oblige, sticking two more fingers inside of him.
His cock is hard and leaking against his stomach as I stroke my dick, lubing it up and pushing it against his entrance.
Unlike how I can with Sloane, I make sure to keep my knot out of the mix.
He’s tight and warm, and the sound of pleasure he makes when I slide all the way inside him, everyone moans. It’s like a ricochet of pleasure.
I smile to myself as I fuck Ethan, thinking about how in some fucked-up roundabout way, I’m fucking Bram.
I shake the thought away and stroke Ethan’s cock while I fuck him.
“How’s your Beta’s tongue, baby?” I ask Sloane.
I want to touch her but refrain. Bram and I have a truce, and touching her while his cock is in her mouth seems like crossing a boundary.
She hums around Bram’s length, and Ethan’s ass clenches around my dick. I continue stroking him as I push back his thigh roughly, giving me a better angle of his tight ass.
Should I feel proud when Bram is the first one to come? Probably not. Should it be so hot that some of him slipped out of her mouth and landed on Ethan? No.
But when Bram helps Sloane turn around, Ethan’s lips still sucking on her clit, and she leans forward and smacks my hand away from stroking Ethan, I lose it.
Her tongue licks the head, and I can watch the way I thrust in and out of him while she lavishes his cock.
“Fuck.”
She smiles, her tongue sliding against his slit, and I can’t help but to fuck him harder.
Ethan is whimpering and moaning, his thighs trembling from the pleasure, but neither Sloane nor I stop.
“Such a good Omega. I’m going to come,” I say, my knot hitting his tight entrance with each thrust. “God, Ethan. This fucking ass.”
That does it.
