Wes stroked his own cock a few times before coaxing Assa, “Get up on your hands and knees, sweetheart.”
On shaky limbs, Assa did so, even as Valentin kept his tongue lodged in his ass. Wes slid underneath them, taking Assa’s cock into his mouth.
Assa’s shaft hit the back of Wes’s throat as he fucked his face mercilessly. Wes doubted Assa realized how aggressive he was being. He moved as instinct demanded, considering he had an alpha’s tongue halfway up his hole.
Wes’s eyes watered but he kept at his task, lifting his neck to bob on Assa’s cock.
Assa’s crease was so slick with spit that it ran down his thighs. Valentin sat back on his ankles and reached for the lube. He hurriedly slicked two fingers and eased them into Assa’s channel. Both went in easily. Within a minute, he added a third.
“I think you’re ready for me, my beta,” Valentin said. All three men paused a fraction of a second at the possessivemy. It was usually reserved for committed partners.
But Assa was clearly too far gone to care about the slip. He reached back for Valentin. “Get inside me. Please.”
From his place below their bodies, Wes watched Valentin line up his length with Assa’s hole. Wes pulled off Assa’s shaft to suck his balls, giving him a close-up view of Valentin pushing inch after delicious inch of thick alpha cock into his husband.
Assa panted at the intrusion, his face the picture of ecstasy.
When Valentin bottomed out, he whispered, “Still good?”
“Very,” Assa answered.
Wes knew the question had been for both of them.
He rose up on his knees and pushed Valentin’s ass into Assa. “Fuck him good, alpha,” he said with a smirk. “Make him feel it.”
Valentin grabbed Wes’s chin with his thumb and forefinger, placing a harsh kiss on his lips before he put his palms on Assa’s hips.
And then, he began to fuck.
Wes kept one hand on Valentin’s taut backside as he glided in and out of Assa. With his other hand, Wes stroked himself.
“Do you want me to suck you some more?” he asked Assa.
“Not that your mouth isn’t amazing… But I think this massive alpha pole up my ass is about as much as I can focus on right now. Stars!” he cried out. “That’s the fucking spot!”
Valentin smiled and maintained his angle, hitting the place inside Assa that made his eyes roll back in his head. Once he had the rhythm, Valentin glanced at where Wes stroked himself.
“Can I?” the alpha asked.
“As long as you don’t stop fucking Assa you can do whatever you want to me.”
Valentin ran his thumb down Wes’s crease. “Anything?”
“Let me amend. You can do whatever you want to my cock.”
Smiling, Valentin grasped Wes’s shaft, working him as he kept a steady pace inside Assa.
A sheen of perspiration bloomed across Valentin’s torso. It had been a while since Wes had watched another man move inside Assa, and he got bone-deep satisfaction from knowing the two of them could do this. Assa got to feel special and desired, and Wes got to feel like he was taking proper care of him, not to mention getting something for himself. Valentin’s hand on his dick was incredible. Wes loved it when Assa’s long, slender fingers jerked him, but Valentin’s firmer grip already had him on the verge of coming.
He was so glad he and Assa had come to the club tonight. He needed this.
Wes reveled in Assa’s soft keens of pleasure and Valentin’s low grunts. He smelled the sex in the room, the sweat dripping from their pores, and he heard the wet squelch of the lube as Valentin used Assa’s hole fiercely.
It was different than it had ever been. Not only in the way Wes had already realized—that Assa had needed to be chased and chosen—but also in how it felt now.
There was something unique about Valentin. In the past, whenever they’d had a guest star in their bed, Wes always felt like he and Assa were having fun with other people. There was a clear line between them as a duo and whoever they were playing with.
This was different. The three of them were making love together. The separation between them and Valentin was almost nonexistent.