Page 105 of Use Me Up

“That good, little one?” I murmur in her ear.

“Her noises are out of this world,” whispers Ellis, who’s perched on the couch, watching, his pants stretched over his obvious erection. “It’s the first thing that got to me about her, I have to admit.”

Gatlin’s sitting opposite us, stroking his chin. I’m not sure if he’s entirely on board with whatever we’re doing, but I also can sense his arousal through the bond, so he’s not going to stop me.

“I do feel little,” says Hannah. “Next to the three of you, I mean, I do. I don’t think I am little, though.”

“You’re positively tiny,” I inform her in a voice that will not be argued with. I’m going to enjoy spoiling this one.

Her beta scent flutters out over the air, and I slide my hands underneath her shirt to touch her breasts through her bra, which makes her writhe and gasp into me, making more of her sweet little noises.

“Can we take this off, Hannah?” I ask, pulling on the hem of her shirt.

She looks around at Ellis. “Am I going to be the only one naked?”

“No,” says Ellis, stripping off his shirt. “We can all totally be naked if it makes you feel more comfortable.”

I chuckle at that and pull off my own shirt.

She turns back around to look at me, letting out a little, “Oh,” at my chest. She ogles me, biting down on her bottom lip. “You are all so… perfect.”

I sense this isn’t really a compliment to me, but more an expression of her insecurity, so I know she needs reassurance. However, I’m not really good with reassurance, so I just start playing with her breasts again, teasing her nipples through her bra, making them stiff, and she starts making noise again, and I take off her shirt, and then I snap her bra off too, and she’s bare and soft in my arms, and I put my mouth to her.

She throws back her head, panting, as I taste her nipples one after the other. I learned a long time ago that simple sucking isn’t the most stimulating of actions, so I alternate between nipping and licking and little sucks and tracing with my tongue.

Then she’s too distracted to be insecure, moving her little pelvis against mine as she sighs and moans out her pleasure.

She grinds into my hard cock and it feels good. I could probably stay this way, just doing this, for ages. I don’t have any complaints.

But I did say we would pass her around, and I suppose I’m taking an extra long turn with her. That’s fair to Ellis, who’s had her all to himself for a while, but I don’t know if it’s fair to Gatlin. I don’t think he had this much time with her before. I should probably finish up my turn.

So, I kiss my way up to her neck, to her ear lobe, and I whisper to her that I want her, that I want to be inside her, and her beta scent spikes in this wondrous way, and she giggles again.

“You need a condom,” speaks up Gatlin, who has been enjoying the show, watching her and me, and I can feel that through the bond.

“Right,” I say, “because you haven’t taken the Plan B, yet.” I eye her, and I don’t know if I want this to be messing with the mood. It’s too serious.

“Yeah, got it,” chirps Ellis, hopping up.

“We should just go upstairs to the bed,” I say, because a venue change means we stop thinking about babies. Babies, not sexy, in my opinion.

No one disagrees, so we all get up, go up the stairs, and enter Ellis’s bedroom, which is where we slept last night.

Ellis seizes her when she gets into the room, kisses her, touches her breasts, and she melts into him, and I like what she does to my omega’s scent. He’s always a little wild and ragged, but she soothes him in a way that no one does, not even Gatlin and me.

When Ellis breaks the kiss, I’m there, nudging Hannah at Gatlin.

Gatlin gathers her up in his arms and kisses her, a deep and thorough kiss, and when he’s done, she’s gasping, weak-kneed, and she slumps back into Ellis.

“Put her on the bed, omega,” I say. “Take off the rest of her clothes for me.”

“Yes, alpha,” he says, giving me a wicked little wink, and he takes Hannah to the bed to toss her down and undo her pants and pull them off along with her underwear. He plants a kiss right on her mound as he does so, and I can see that she’s not waxed or shaved or anything there.

It’s been a while since I’ve seen a woman’s pussy like that. I don’t mind. Maybe it’s sort of hotter in a way, makes her more innocent, seemingly untouched. I’m not sure. I certainly am not going to say anything about it.

But I do have to interrupt Ellis kissing her between her thighs, because I called dibs, as I remind him.

He laughs and apologizes, wriggling out of the rest of his own clothes. I come over and run my hands appreciatively over everything he’s uncovered.