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Chapter Eight
Colter
I try to close my eyes as the miles pass beneath our wheels, but every time I so much as think about it, Calai’s spicy, rich scent assaults me again, re-routing all blood to my cock. I’m clenching and unclenching my fists, trying to make myself behave, but I’m at the point where a look from Calai might have me blowing my load off.
Kit reaches over and grabs my hand, threading our fingers together. I give him some of the pressure my body’s holding onto, because I know he understands it. After so many years of looking for our one omega, comforting each other is as instinctual as breathing.
“Are you going to make it home?” He asks. He’s not asking if I need a bathroom break or a chance to stretch my legs, he’s remarking on the way my zipper is about to destruct from inward pressure.
I grit my teeth and look out the window, my non-answer confirmation enough. A light snore resounds from the backseat and we both flick our eyes back to see Calai with her head tipped back towards James’ shoulder, and her eyes closed and peaceful. Sleeping.
“Thank fuck,” I say, opening my zipper.
Kit is quick to take advantage, gripping me the way he does so well. His calloused fingers wrap firmly around me, a no-nonsense pattern of movement quickly taking shape. I find my own head tilting backwards, my eyes closing, as Kit pushes me to the edge of insanity. He knows exactly how to work me, exactly where all my most sensitive spots are. And he takes full advantage of that knowledge.
With our omega’s scent still heavy in the air, it takes basically nothing for me to know I’m ready to come already. Kit doubles his efforts, running his thumb over the tip of my reddened crown after every single pass. My hips are bucking within the restraints of my seatbelt, and I have to bite into my arm to keep the sound that explodes from my chest from waking the omega.
My whole body goes limp when Kit pulls back his hand and licks it clean, shooting me a wicked stare as he does so. I have no idea how he managed to do all that while staying so focused on the road, but we didn’t deviate an inch. I reach into the glovebox for some napkins to clean up with, tossing them into the garbage bag at my feet before zipping myself back up. It’s only temporary relief, but it felt so fucking good.
“Thanks, man.”
Kit nods and after checking to make sure Calai is still passed the fuck out, I lean over the gearshift to reciprocate. Not that I’d care if she saw me mouth fucking Kit, but it might shock her more after a seemingly endless supply of new things.
I risk it.
The second I slide Kit’s swollen, hot flesh into my mouth, I’m biting back another moan. I love the way he tastes against my tongue, the way his cock leaks for me. I know he’s mostly worked up for Calai, as I was, but when my mouth is on him it’s all mine.
I deep throat him while he continues to drive as if he’s completely unaffected, but the way he pulses with each lick of my tongue tells a different story. One of his hands reaches down to the back of my head, but with no hair to hold onto he can only push my head down, making me take him deeper.
Hollowing my cheeks, I wrap my lips around my teeth and pull from him, squeezing him as tightly through my mouth as I can make it without causing him pain. Every time the plump head squeezes past my lips, he growls, and soon he’s forcing my head into place as he bucks into my mouth and spills himself.
As his cum slides down my throat I finish licking him clean, reveling in the little twitches he involuntarily gives me as he comes down from his own climax.
When I sit back up, his whole countenance is changed. I suspect mine is as well.
“You bastards. You know how long it’s been since my dick has been sucked?”
I smirk at James as I wipe my mouth on my sleeve and swig some water. “You chose to sit by her. Seems like a fair trade off. You get the pretty omega sleeping on your shoulder, and we get each other off in the front. Perfect fairness.”
He scoffs as I recline my chair, inching a little closer to my omega.
“We should reach the house by about nine if we don’t take too long at dinner,” Kit whispers. None of us want to wake her up.
“We can’t take her anywhere in that dress. Not only is it the worst dress ever made by mankind, but it’s also too memorable, too odd. She needs something more modern, so she blends in better,” I say, just in case they hadn’t thought of this.
“We’ll have to make a quick stop. I could use a piss break soon anyway,” Kit says.
“In the meantime, we can change her into some of our sweatpants or something. Fuck if the thought of covering her in our scent doesn’t make me want to jack off again.”
Kit and James voice their agreement, and the rest of the drive passes much more comfortably now that some of my tension has gotten worked from my system. Calai sleeps for a good while, stretching when she finally stumbles awake. Blinking, she looks around the darkening car in clear confusion.
“We’re going to stop for dinner soon. You can use the bathroom then, too,” James tells her. She nods, then goes back to peering out the window, trying to make out any details from the landscape.
When Kit pulls into the parking lot of a big box store I’m quick to jump out of the jeep, stretching out my legs as I open the rear door and rifle through our bags for something for her to wear.
Trying to make it fair, I snatch a pair of sweats from Kits’ pack and a t-shirt from mine, lastly stealing a sweatshirt out of James’ to throw on her.
“You want me to change…here?” She says, looking down at the pile of clothing with a frown. She picks up the pants, distaste clear. “These…are like what you wear. Women wear these too?”
