"Yes," Raff echoes, his voice muffled against Adam's skin. "Felt like I was going crazy."
I move down the bed, hooking my fingers into the waistband of Adam’s boxers. He lifts his hips without hesitation, and I pull them down, freeing his cock. It's hard and leaking against his stomach. I wrap my hand around it, stroking him slowly, and he whimpers, his head falling back against the pillows.
"Alpha," he breathes, his voice ragged.
"Shh," I soothe, leaning down to run my tongue along the underside of his shaft. "Let us take care of you."
Raff moves up the bed, straddling Adam's chest, his knees bracketing Adam's arms. I quickly sit up to watch as Raff braces one hand against the headboard, the other cupping Adam's cheek. "Open up for me, beautiful," he murmurs.
Adam obeys instantly, his mouth opening to take Raff in. I watch Adam’s throat work as he swallows Raff down, his lips stretched wide around Raff's thick length. The sight is obscene, perfect.
I bend my head back down, taking Adam into my mouth, sucking him down until he hits the back of my throat. The beta moans around Raff's cock, the vibration making Raff curse under his breath.
We find a rhythm, a messy, desperate dance of mouths and hands. I worship Adam's cock with my tongue, tasting his pre-come, feeling him throb against my palate. I can feel his body tensing, his thighs shaking, and I know he's close.
"Not yet," Raff says, pulling back slightly. He shifts, moving off Adam's chest. “I need to see our alpha fuck you.”
I release Adam with a final, lingering lick, and he whines at the loss. I move back up the bed, capturing his mouth in a deep, possessive kiss. "Turn over," I command, my voice low. "On your hands and knees."
The beta scrambles to obey, his body pliant and eager. He positions himself on his hands and knees in the center of the bed, his back arched, his ass presented to us.
He's breathtaking.
Raff moves behind him, his hands kneading the firm globes of Adam's ass. "Christ," he says, his voice thick with admiration. “Look at this perfect ass.”
He leans in, and I watch as he spreads Adam open, his tongue delving into the furrowed cleft. Adam cries out, then shoves his face into the pillow, biting down on the fabric tomuffle the sound. His arms tremble and his fingers twist in the sheets.
I move in front of him, kneeling on the mattress, and grip his hair, tilting his head back. I feed him my cock, and he takes me eagerly, his mouth hot and wet.
Raff eats him out with a single-minded focus, his tongue fucking into Adam's hole, his hands holding him open. Adam is moaning continuously now, a desperate, needy sound that vibrates around my cock. He's lost in it, lost in us, the scent of his arousal filling the room.
"He's ready for you," Raff says, pulling back. He gives Adam's ass a final, appreciative slap. "So fucking ready."
I pull out of Adam's mouth and move behind him, replacing Raff. I line myself up, pressing the head of my cock against his slick, loosened entrance. "Look at me," I say to Raff.
The alpha meets my gaze over Adam's back, his eyes dark with lust as I push into Adam in one slow, steady thrust, burying myself to the hilt. Adam groans, his back arching, his hands fisting in the sheets.
"Fuck, yes," I breathe, my hands gripping his hips. "So tight. So good for me."
Raff kneels in front of Adam. He takes Adam's face in his hands, his thumbs stroking his cheekbones. "You're doing so good, baby," he murmurs. "Taking him so well. You look so fucking beautiful like this."
I start to move, my strokes slow and deep, angling to hit that spot inside him that makes him see stars. With every thrust, he cries out, his body rocking forward. Raff catches his mouth in a searing kiss, swallowing his cries, his hands stroking Adam's chest, his belly, his cock.
"You're ours," I say, my voice a low growl. "All ours. No one else. Only us."
"Yes," Adam gasps, his voice breaking. “I’m yours.”
His words are like a match to gasoline.
My control snaps, and in one fluid, powerful motion, I pull out, flip Adam onto his back, and yank his hips up. I force his knees toward his chest, folding him nearly in half, exposing him completely. The sight of him, spread open and vulnerable, his hole slick and gaping from my cock, makes my body throb.
And I slam back into him, burying myself to the hilt in one brutal thrust.
The new angle is devastatingly perfect.
I pound into my beta, my hips slapping against his ass with a wet, rhythmic sound that fills the room. Each punishing thrust drives his body into the mattress, his cock bouncing wildly, slapping against his own stomach with a wet, fleshy smack. He's writhing beneath me, a mess of whimpers and choked cries.
Raff moves quickly, his hand wrapping around Adam's neglected cock, jerking him off in time with my brutal rhythm. His fist is a blur, his grip tight and sure, twisting on the upstroke. The dual sensations are too much for Adam.
