Eyes alight, Ben threw his arms around him. “You’re not old. You’re perfect.” Pulling back, he looked him in the eyes. “And you fuck me so good, Angus.”
Uh, oh. Our shy omega was turning into a menace. I hid a smile as Angus’s eyes fired up with arousal.
“Oh, I do, do I?” His hand went to Ben’s zipper and lowered it. “Colt, I’m going to fuck our mate until he screams. You want to watch or participate?”
“What kind of question is that?” I asked, standing and moving behind Ben, who had straddled Angus’s lap. As I pulled his shirtover his head, Ben shivered in anticipation. Leaning down, I gently kissed along a path of freckles on his left shoulder, then along the back of his neck, giving a lick to the slightly larger one shaped like a star. Meanwhile, Angus’s hands roamed Ben’s chest. When Angus lifted Ben by the waist, I tugged Ben’s pants off, looking appreciatively at his smooth, round ass. I wanted to bite it. I gave it a squeeze instead, noting the trickle of tang running down each of his lean legs.
“Question is, how do I want to do this?” Angus asked, fingers traveling up Ben’s flat belly, over his ribs, to his nipples, which he gave a pinch that made Ben lean his head back and groan.
“Please, at the same time,” Ben said. “Please, Angus. Please, Colt.”
“Listen to our sweet boy begging for us,” Angus said.
I hummed and quickly rid myself of my clothes. Naked, I held my cock at the base, holding back the arousal gathering in my nuts. When I looked up, Angus’s eyes were pinned on me.
“Come ’ere,” he said throatily. Stepping toward him, I watched as he opened his mouth in invitation. Ben stared, eyes glazed with arousal, as I fed Angus my cock. I nearly came watching him slather the head with his tongue before pulling off. When had he gotten comfortable doing that?
“You want a taste, Benny?” Angus asked.
Nodding, Ben leaned forward and I groaned when he took me into his mouth.
“I’m not going to last,” I gritted out.
“And? You have trouble getting hard again?” Angus asked, and, with a strangled sound, I let go, forcing my eyes to remain open so I could watch Ben swallow it all.
“That’s it,” Angus said, leaning back to unbuckle his belt. “Drink it all up. Lick that bit off his balls, Ben.”
No question, Angus liked to direct. I didn’t mind it at all.
“Now, pick him up, Colt, so I can get undressed.”
A little unsteadily, I did as he asked, lifting Ben into my arms. Once naked, Angus scooted up to lean against the headboard of our bed. “Come sit on my cock,” he directed Ben.
Ben crawled up the length of the bed, ass swaying, and then I watched Angus’s hard shaft gradually disappear between those two juicy ass cheeks. I sat on the edge of the bed, my spent cock slowly coming back to life as Angus bent his knees and began to thrust into our omega. Grabbing hold of the headboard on each side of Angus’s head, Ben rode him, small grunts and pleas passing his lips in frequent intervals.
I watched Ben become more and more heated, then crawled up behind him and kissed his shoulders, licking the freckles and then nibbling on the skin, making it red. Leaning down, I bit one ass cheek, making him cry out, then, chest swelling with pride, admired the teeth marks I’d left on him. Cock hardening, I marked the other cheek the same way. Then I bent lower and lapped my tongue over Angus’s balls.
“Holy shit,” Angus cursed, his momentum faltering. “Get inside him, Colt. He wants to be stuffed.”
“Yes, yes, yes,” Ben chanted as I forced my cock into his already stretched hole. Ben arched his back and let out a long moan. “Oh, yes, yes. So good. Both of you feel so good inside me.”
I bit my lip hard as, slowly, I began to pull out, my cock gliding against the velvety skin of Angus’s, while Ben’s tight, hot hole hugged us both. All three of us groaned.
Then, I pushed in hard, and both Ben and Angus grunted. Angus let me do all the work, my arms wrapped around Ben, helping to lift him as I fucked into him, while Angus tormented Ben’s nipples, making him whimper and beg.
“Oh, yes. Oh, gods, please. Yes, yes. Fuck me!” Ben nearly sobbed out.
Angus started moving again, and we rocked our omega between us until he did just as Angus had promised—screamed.
I heard something drop in the kitchen but couldn’t be too concerned about it. It wasn’t like we didn’t occasionally hear David, and, more recently, Jackson, screaming during their climaxes.
It felt like I unloaded gallons of seed into Ben. If he wasn’t already pregnant, he would be now, I thought proudly. Angus came, too, his entire body shuddering through his climax. Then we both locked into Ben, and, unable to separate, Angus and I carefully arranged ourselves on our sides with Ben between us, facing Angus.
Ben soon fell asleep like that.
“I want to mark him up like crazy,” I told Angus. “I wish they’d never fade.”
“We can tattoo him,” Angus said. “A lot of mates do that.”