Alex is solid beneath me, every muscle tense with restraint as I plant my feet on either side of his hips. Once I’m in place, I grip the base of his cock, then settle into a deep squat. My hands tremble with excitement as I line my alpha up with my hole, then I let the first inch push in. Thankfully, we don't need lube. Not with the river of slick coating his shaft.
Moving slowly, I work myself down, taking Alex’s big dick one inch at a time. I’d love to just slam down, taking him deep inside me in one thrust, but I did that once with Tadeo and found out fast, my body needs time to adjust. I’m not an omega.
Skyla’s soft voice cuts through the haze. “Kiss me,” she breathes, reaching for me. Her eyes are half-lidded, her lipsparted in invitation, her body trembling with energy that feels alive in the air itself.
I lean in, catching her mouth in a kiss that steals the breath right out of my chest. Everything blends—the taste of her, the feel of his cock inside me, the sound of the chair creaking beneath us. It’s too much, too good.
“Give me that slick,” Alex growls, his voice low and rough, as Skyla’s fingers tighten sharply in my hair, pulling harder. The movement draws a ragged sound out of me, half surprise, half need.
Alex’s control frays fast when Skyla lets out a beautiful moan. The sound that leaves the alpha is more growl than breath, rough and raw. He begins to thrust up into me, hard and fast, bouncing me on his length like a fucking rag doll.
My cock slaps against the alpha’s firm stomach, smearing precum everywhere. “Oh, god.” I break my kiss with Sky, but her fingers stay twisted in my hair.
The air feels heavy, thick with heat and scent and the echo of Alex’s feral thrusts pounding through the whole room. Skyla arches her back, sticking her little tits out toward me. I lean forward, using Alex’s chest for leverage, then suck one of her soft mounds deep in my mouth. The sounds that she makes turn sharp and breathless, like every touch is hitting every nerve in her body.
For a moment, it’s chaos and rhythm all at once—our breathing tangled, our movements synced in something primal and wordless.
“Don’t stop,” Skyla begs. “Please! I’m almost—” A wild cry of pleasure erupts from Skyla’s throat right as Alex’s cock slams into my prostate.
My whole body tenses as heat builds slowly in my balls, creeping higher and higher. “Fuck,” I grunt as I lean back, trying to steady my breath, but I’m so dizzy.
Skyla looks so fucking pretty. Her eyes are closed, her lips slightly parted. Twin lines crease between her brows, and her cheeks flush pink.
She’s close. I can smell it.
“That’s right, Sky,” I whisper ever so softly, despite the solid cock carving a path through my body. “Come for your alpha.” She opens her eyes, peeking up at me through her lashes. I nod once, giving her permission. She nods back—small and shaky—like she’s lost in the feel of Alex’s tongue.
And then she comes, like the good girl she is.
Her head tips back as slick pours down Alex’s chin, trickling down his throat. The sight of her falling apart on his face completely does me in, and my cock twitches.
Pleasure rips through me in a wave that leaves my breath caught somewhere between a groan and a gasp. Cum erupts from my cock, splashing across Alex’s chest, splattering on Skyla’s thighs and belly.
Two more thrusts and Alex’s body tenses beneath me, both of us lost to the same wild pulse, the air thick and trembling around us. His cock pulses inside me, then heat floods my ass.
Looking down, I imagine my stomach puffing out with all the fluid he’s pumping into me. It isn’t actually, but I love the idea of being so full of my alpha it physically changes me.
“Are you okay?” Skyla lifts her ass up, shifting her weight to her knees. “Can you breathe?” She looks between her legs at Alex’s blissed-out expression.
“For a minute there, I thought I was going to suffocate in your pussy.” Alex smiles like it was the greatest thing that ever happened to him. “It was amazing.”
Skyla giggles again softly. Then she turns toward me,cupping my cheek. Her thumb brushes softly over my skin, her gaze warm and steady. “Are you still going on that run?”
I huff out a laugh. “Nah. Who needs cardio when I’ve got you two for resistance training?”
Alex snorts, making his cock jerk inside my ass.
I hiss, then try to shift, but the recliner groans loudly under our combined weight. The old thing creaks in protest, metal grinding somewhere deep in its joints.
“Uh,” I freeze, glancing down, “that doesn’t sound?—”
A sharppopcuts me off. Then another.
Before any of us can move, the back of the recliner snaps clean off, then one of the arms falls away. We all go tumbling—legs and arms flying—straight onto the floor in a heap.
The room is dead silent. Then Alex groans from somewhere underneath me. “Everyone okay?”
Skyla wheezes out a stifled laugh, hair in her face. “I think so.”
