Chapter Eighteen
Randy
I texted my brothers on the way home. Group text. Leave. Now. Don’t come back until tomorrow. The message version of a tie on the door but not just for our bedroom. For the whole apartment.
Barry replied: I’ll just stay here in the cafe all night. I can sleep on a pile of potatoes or something, and Harry is already out on a date and forgot his phone on the way out, so he won’t answer, but he isn’t coming home. Don’t do anything we wouldn’t do.
The sleazeballs. I doubt I know how to do anything you two wouldn’t do. Catch you tomorrow.
I clicked off just as we pulled into the underground garage. “We have privacy for the night, but that’s still no pressure, Nixon. If you want to wait…”
“Right,” Titus chimed in, although his cheerful tone was less than convincing even to me. “We can just cuddle if you want.”
Nixon dropped a hand on each of our laps and gave a squeeze. “Cuddling is great, and I’ve enjoyed it, but like I said in the restaurant, I want your knots.” He thrust his hips upward, showing a bulge as big as either of ours. “So, if we’re done talking about it, can you maybe take me upstairs and show me what it’s like to be loved by you both? In the most carnal sense?”
Titus jammed the car into Park and exited, dragging Nixon with him, or trying to.
“Seat belt,” I said, fighting back laughter unsuccessfully. “If you break the omega, we can’t play with him.”
They managed to wrestle him out while I exited and helpfully pressed the elevator call button, so by the time they joined me, the doors were sliding open and we strolled inside, arm in arm in arm, and moved to the back of the car.
The doors slid open on the penthouse level, our shirts were on the floor, hair disheveled, and we barely noticed in time to stumble off before we were shut in for another ride. We’d stopped only once on a lower floor, but the elderly couple, jewelers who both worked and lived in the building, stepped back and waved us on. They did their best to look disapproving, but I spotted them turn toward one another and kiss before we shot on our way. Love knows no age, especially with bears.
We stripped our way into the bedroom and landed on the bed, all three of us stark naked. We could do a slow, sexy undress another time. Right now, my cock was so hard for both of them, I just wanted to get into a sweaty tangle until the sheets had to be thrown away.
Titus and I urged our omega up against the headboard so we could get a good look, touch, and taste of him. I clicked on one of the bedside lamps before lying beside Nixon with Titus opposite me. As if we’d come up with a plan—okay, we might have talked about this once or twice—we started with his feet, kissing and caressing, pressing thumbs into the arch and grinning at Nixon’s groan. I gave Titus a knowing look, since the foot massage was my idea. But as we kissed and nibbled our way from his toes to his knees. He was lightly furred as bears go, with a scent of fall in the forest that drew me to him every time, but now, naked, about to make him ours, the edge of arousal added a spiciness almost like nutmeg. It went right to my head. At his knees, we paused and kissed one another, my alpha and I, appreciating that part of our triumvirate of ursine love. Nixon’s hands rested on our heads, deepening the connection. Every bit of us that touched mattered.
Our tongues tangled, and we deepened the kiss, but only for a moment before parting to continue our exploration of the omega laid out like a feast before us. Nearing the top of his thighs, the scent of arousal grew stronger, but, with a nod to each other. Titus and I avoided his groin and continued up his body, kissing the soft skin over his hip bones, his waist, up his chest to spend a little time nuzzling his flat, masculine nipples, an area we’d already learned was a huge turn-on, and his groan as I took the nub between my teeth and tugged, confirmed it to be so. I could have settled in and played there for a long time, but Titus nudged me, and soon we were passing the collarbone and arriving at the base of his neck. We lingered only a moment there before addressing his ears, nibbling and sucking at the lobes until he moaned his protest.
“Please, alphas...I’m going to come untouched if someone doesn’t…doesn’t…”
“Doesn’t what, omega ours?” growled Titus, resting his palm on Nixon’s lower abdomen and pressing softly. “Tell us what you want.”
“Your knots. Please don’t make me beg.”
Titus chuckled, an evil, playful edge to the sound. “We’ll get there. But first, Randy, lie on your back, head by the foot of the bed.”
I obeyed, happy to follow this twist in the script we’d written together, more or less.
“Good. Now, omega, on your hands and knees, over your alpha’s face. That’s it.” His dick dangled over my lips like ripe fruit, and I did what one does with such things. I used my hand to bring it at the angle I needed, and closed my lips around his firm head.
Titus gave me a nod and moved into place between our omega’s legs. “Nice. Does he taste good, Randy? No, don’t answer that. I’ll find out later...but you’re so slick, Nixon. So ready for us.”
At my angle, I didn’t have the best view, but I could see my alpha working his fingers between our omega’s ass cheeks, making sure he was indeed prepared. I’d never heard a bear purr before, didn’t even know it was possible, but as Titus positioned his cock and thrust inside our omega, that’s just what our omega did. I worked his dick with my mouth, making sure he felt as much pleasure as possible this first time of penetration, so focused on what I was doing, and what Titus was doing, I was shocked to find out something Nixon was doing.
He clasped my cock and dropped his head to engulf it in his mouth, sucking in the same rhythm I was using to bring him to the brink of coming. When I backed off to make him last longer, he did the same to me. My bones were liquid with pleasure, my cock rigid under his lapping tongue, nipping teeth, and sucking mouth. For a guy with little to no experience, he had native talent.
He was born to suck cock. What had we done to deserve someone like him? This surprise was the cherry on top of the amazing person who had walked into our lives. I brought him to the edge—and he brought me—three times before Titus roared out his pleasure and filled our omega. I sucked harder, taking him over the top. My balls tightened, and I spurted my cum down his throat as he poured his into mine. Only one of us was shouting because the other two were effectively gagged by cocks.
A pretty nice way to be gagged, if anyone were to ask.
But when the final jets of cum were spent, Nixon cried out, “You knotted,” and Titus bent and sank his teeth into his shoulder. I turned my head to the side and bit into Nixon’s upper thigh. Blood filled all our mouths, as we left our marks on one another. Before morning, I would also knot our omega, and mark my alpha, who would mark me, and Nixon him. A trio was complicated in many ways.
But satisfying...so satisfying.