by Aria Grace
“Collin.” I look into his eyes, and he reluctantly pulls off Sean’s cock to kiss me hard on the mouth. “He’s almost ready.”
“I am.” Sean is almost begging as he digs into his ass again, keeping himself open for us.
By the time Collin and I are both breathless, Sean has maneuvered the head of my cock to his opening and is about to spear himself onto it. “Whoa, slow down, baby. We need to go slow for your first time.”
Sean shakes his head. “I have toys. I can take you.” He reaches for Collin’s red cock, stroking it enough to coax a thick drop of precome from the slit. “Both of you.”
“Fuck.” I don’t believe that’s true, but I can’t hold back any longer. I tilt my hips under Sean at just the right angle for him to slide down my shaft in a fluid motion. “You’re so fucking tight.”
Sean is pressing down onto my length even as his body tenses and his breathing picks up. I know this is hurting despite his eagerness for a knot, but he isn’t slowing down as he slides up and down my dick. “Collin, you too.”
Collin’s eyes are wide as he looks at me. I shake my head subtly, not wanting to try double penetration on his first time. Alpha cocks are big, and a knot is huge. There’s no way I’d risk hurting Sean by doubling that trauma on our first night together. I want Sean to remember this night as one of his best, if not the best, of his life to date. Being unable to walk for a week won’t win us any brownie points.
“Does Gunnar’s big alpha cock feel good in your tight virgin hole?” Collin kneels in front of Sean with his strong fist wrapped around his dick, stroking himself as he watches Sean ride me. “It so beautiful.”
“Oh god.” Sean continues to slide up and down my cock like it’s a pole on a carousel. “I’m gonna come soon.”
“Do you want a knot, baby?” I pinch both of Sean’s nipples to make sure he’s paying attention to me while staring into Collin’s eyes.
“Yes, I need it.”
With my eyes still locked on Collin’s I reach for his cock and stroke it with him, impressed by his length. He’s longer than I expected, and his skin is velvety soft over the solid erection. “As soon as I come, I’m going to pull out and I want you to slide in and knot him.”
My hand moves faster on Collin’s shaft as he nods. “Yeah.”
“Oh god.” Sean’s head falls onto my shoulder as his channel tightens around me like a vise. “I’m coming.”
I pull out enough that only my head is still inside him as I shoot a heavy load into Sean, wishing I could knot him but wanting to fully share this moment with Collin. Meeting Collin’s intense stare, I nod and lift Sean off me, holding him in place while Collin slides inside his opening.
As if we’d synchronized the move, Collin picks up exactly where I left off.
My cock is still dripping against Sean’s ass as Collin presses his chest to Sean’s. Collin sandwiches him between us as he milks the last moments of Sean’s climax while chasing his own. Sean is begging for more, but Collin silences him with a hard kiss as he blows his first load into Sean’s tight ass.
My knot is swollen, but without being inside a partner, it doesn’t grow to its full length, allowing me to get hard again just minutes after coming. Collin presses all his weight against Sean, who in turn presses all his weight against me as Collin locks his seed and mine inside Sean’s virgin hole.
Holding both men in my arms, I shift beneath them so Sean isn’t smashed, and Collin can fully relax while he waits for his knot to go down. It doesn’t take more than a minute or two for our heavy breathing to lull Sean to sleep.
I lift up on one elbow and stare down at Collin as he runs his fingers up and down Sean’s spine. “That was amazing.”
His lazy smile and sleepy eyes make my cock twitch. “It was.”
“Do you think you’ve got another round in you?”
Collin’s eyes are suddenly wide and attentive as he processes my meaning. “What do you mean?”
I slide my hand down Sean’s thigh and gently cup Collin’s heavy balls, massaging them with my fingers. “I wouldn’t mind feeling your knot inside me while I taste Sean’s gorgeous cock.”
His lips part but he doesn’t speak, totally at a loss of words.
“No?”
“You mean…” He eyes me skeptically like he doesn’t believe me. “You’d let us Eiffel Tower you?”
Now my grin is wide, and my cock is fully at attention. “Yeah, I guess I would.”
Collin rolls his head back onto the pillow and takes a deep breath. “Well you better stop playing with those or my knot will never go down enough for us to try.”
I give him one last tug before climbing over both my men, caging them in my arms. “Just rest for a few minutes, Ranger. We’ve got all night.”
62
Collin
When Gunnar first offered to let me knot him, I was shocked. I don’t know any alphas who will take a knot, and certainly not one as big and tough as Gunnar. But true to his word, he positioned himself on his knees and allowed me to rail into his ass while Sean got the blow job of a lifetime from his new alpha.
One of his new alphas.
That was almost a week ago and we’ve barely been back to our own homes since. Sean has left for classes and shifts at Omega House, and I’ve had to work, but we always end up together at Gunnar’s in the evenings. In just a few days, our routine has become totally normal and domestic…and unlike anything I expected a serious relationship to look like.
But just as confidently as I knew the three of us needed to give this a try, I’m positive this thing between us is real and permanent. I can’t imagine not having either man in my life and they’ve both told me they feel the same way.
It might be naïve, but I’m choosing to believe them.
I have to believe them because I can’t lose this.
The workdays drag on now, but Gunnar and I have been cooking dinner together every night and trying to teach Sean some basics. There are still plenty of alphas who believe an omega’s place is in the kitchen, barefoot and pregnant. But Gunnar and I are perfectly content to handle the kitchen duties for our omega. He’s been stressed about the photography job he wants because he feels like it’s time to move out of Omega House.
Gunnar and I haven’t talked about it yet, but I can tell an offer for Sean to move in with him is on the tip of his tongue every time the subject comes up. I think he’s more worried about scaring Sean than about what people might think if they were to move in together after such a short period of knowing each other.
Or maybe he’s worried that I’ll be hurt.
I need to have a chat with him when we’re alone because I want Gunnar to know it’s one hundred percent fine with me if he invites Sean to move in. In fact, I’d feel better knowing Sean’s home was with Gunnar where he was always safe and loved. But I guess that’s true when he’s at Omega House too.
Sean loves working there and helping the omegas who have had such hard lives. Gunnar has to attend a conference for work next week, but after he gets back, we’ve both committed to spending some time at Omega House to see how we can help out. It’s not easy for new alphas to come in and help with the residents, but Sean said there are projects around the property that could use some alpha muscle, so we’ll take our tools and give back in our own way.
Any place that took such good care of our Sean when he was just a child deserves all the assistance we can give it.
“I’ll see you later.” Sean runs into my arms and gives me a minty kiss. We had a blow job triangle this morning and I’m slightly disappointed that the tang of Gunnar’s come isn’t still in his mouth, but I know from experience that a thick load of come doesn’t leave you with the freshest breath if you’re meeting with others. In the house, we all get off on the smells that remind us of our fun together. But in the real world, most people prefer if we have toothpaste mouths.
“I’ll miss you, baby.” I hug him tight, not wanting to say good bye yet…or ever.
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br /> “Me too, Ranger.” Sean winks and pats my ass. “But I’ll see you tonight.”
That’s one of the other changes in just the past few days. Sean’s fear of alphas and his self-consciousness with Gunnar and me are both completely gone. The change was radical and sudden, but after that first night, he was a whole new man. I think he feels the genuine affection Gunnar and I both feel for him and that’s empowered him to speak his mind and smack my ass if he wants to.
I fucking love it.
“Have a great day,” I say to Sean before he blows me a kiss and races down the porch steps.
Gunnar has several cars in the huge workshed at the back of his property so when Sean woke up early that first morning to catch the bus home, Gunnar almost popped a vein. He wouldn’t let Sean leave until he agreed to drive one of the extra cars. It took some convincing, but Sean finally accepted the keys to a light yellow ’67 Mustang.
It’s a beautiful car in mint condition but Gunnar didn’t hesitate at all in handing over the keys. He insists he won’t be able to focus on his own work if he’s worrying about Sean on buses or walking the streets alone. I don’t like to be one of those uber “alpha” alphas but I agreed with everything Gunnar said and was grateful when Sean took the keys.
Sean is just too precious to us to risk anything bad ever happening to him and Gunnar and I are both very open in telling him that. And we’re just as quick to tell each other how much we mean to each other.
We haven’t allowed ourselves to use the L-word yet. Not because we don’t feel it—I don’t think there’s any other way to describe the deep and instant connection we all felt when we met—but because we’re forcing ourselves to take it slow.
Every day I wonder if this is the day it’s been “long enough” that we can be fully open and honest with each other. But so far, the moment hasn’t come so I’m okay being patient for a little while longer. But when that moment does come, I’m not going to let the calendar or society or anyone else stop me from saying what I need to say.
I love my alpha and my omega, and when I decide to tell them, nothing or no one will get in my way.
63
Sean
Apparently, I did something to piss off Professor Sinclair because he seems intent on making my life a living hell. Okay, maybe that isn’t his true intent, but the fact that he asked me to stay after class to talk about my project isn’t helping my nerves at all.
I sit at my desk for an eternity, waiting as patiently as possible while several other students ask the professor questions. By the time the room has emptied, a good ten minutes have passed since class ended.
“I appreciate you staying, Mr. Davis.” Professor Sinclair’s stare is as off-putting as the poorly kept mop of hair that falls over his forehead. The man may be the master of taking pictures, but he certainly needs some help in the hygiene department.
“No problem. Did I fail?” I can’t sit around making small talk if my dream is over. If he’s telling me I’m flunking out, I’d rather he rip off the Band-Aid so I can accept the sting and move on without all the dramatics. I should have taken that flood as a sign this wasn’t meant to be.
He gives me a crooked smile, making me feel a bit uneasy. “No… This project earned you a solid B grade.” His tone suggests I should be proud, but I’m surprised. Why would he keep me late for a B? And hell, any other point in my life, I might have been proud of that grade. It was a tough project that turned out pretty fucking great. But anything less than perfect isn’t going to help me get the job I want. Several of my classmates got As so the dream really is over…
“Thank you for letting me know.” I can’t hide my frown as I lean over to grab my bag off the floor.
Professor Sinclair taps his lower lip with his finger as if contemplating something. “You know, Sean. I have a project that I need help with. It could be a way for you to make some extra credit.”
My ears perk and I begin to listen more intently to what he’s saying. “Extra credit?”
He nods and folds his hands in front of his crotch. “I believe with your grades now and this project, you could definitely end the semester with a high A.”
“That would be amazing.” It sounds great, but the gleam in his eye suggests it’s not going to be the easiest extra credit to earn. “What’s the task?”
He clears his throat then leans against the desk in front of me. The bulge in his pants is glaringly obviously, and silently, I hope he’s not going to ask me for sex in exchange for a higher grade. “I have a collector who has commissioned me for a project. His tastes are very…let’s say different and leave it at that. But I need several young omegas who can help me pull of this particular set of photos. Perhaps you could get some of your friends to join in?”
Seth and Jason would do anything to help me with this program, and a few others at Omega House might be up for a project, but the creeper vibe I’m getting has me concerned about asking anyone to join in. “I know a few people, but it depends on what they’d have to do.”
He chuckles. “Most college students I know would do just about anything to make a few bucks as a model.”
Now he has my attention. “It’s a paid gig?”
“Two thousand dollars each. Plus, your extra credit, of course. What do you say? Think you can get a group of three or four omegas together for a photoshoot?”
I nod enthusiastically. If I can score a good grade from this project along with some extra cash for me and my friends, I probably would do just about anything. It sounds like a good deal.
Almost too good of a deal.
“What’s the theme of the shoot?” I ask, watching Professor Sinclair’s sickening grin grow wider. He literally moves his hand to the front of his pants and adjusts his growing cock as he looks me dead in the eye.
“Just a simple alpha omega shoot. Nothing to worry about.”
A feeling of unease creeps through my gut, but I ignore the sense of disgust trying to overwhelm me. I need this to get the job I want so I can make it on my own. I’ve worked too hard to let my pride get in the way. Besides, it’s just a photoshoot and my friends will be with me.
I stand up and extend my hand, despite the hesitance I feel as he takes my hand. “I’ll see if my friends can join us. When and where?”
He gives me the details, which I type into my phone’s note app. The shoot is next Thursday, which gives me plenty of time to convince the guys to help me. Once we’re done, I can’t get out of the room fast enough. A full-body chill passes through me and the need to take a shower becomes pressing as I rush to escape from the professor’s creepy presence.
As soon as I step onto the sidewalk, the nervous energy building in my stomach is back in full force. My mind immediately goes to Collin and Gunnar. I’m not exactly sure what this photoshoot will be, but something tells me they aren’t going to be pleased with it…not one bit.
But I can’t worry about that now.
I have to do whatever it takes to get where I want to be in life. And if that involves some sketchy shoot with a pervy professor, that’s not the end of the world. It’s one photoshoot, one time. End of story.
Besides, it’s not like the professor is asking us to have sex or anything. Most likely, it will be some shirtless pics…or maybe even us in our underwear, goofing around. Nothing that we can’t manage. Especially for a few grand each. As soon as he mentioned cash, I knew I wouldn’t have a problem getting the guys to help me out.
Now I just have to get them on board and keep it a secret from Gunnar and Collin.
* * *
“Is he crazy? Why would he pay us so much to take a few pictures? There has to be a catch…” Leave it to my twin to always be the skeptical one.
“He has a client with particular tastes. That’s all I know. Who cares why?”
Jason is sitting on a chair next to us at the table as Seth and I discuss the opportunity I’m presenting. I can tell he wants in but he’s too young. Professor Sinclair didn’t specifically
mention that the omegas had to be over eighteen but that seems like it would be the case. Nevertheless, if he wants to come with us and try, I won’t stop him. He could use the money just as much as anyone else.
“That’s a lot of money, Sean.” Jason turns and stares adoringly at the object of his affection. “Think of what you could do with it.”
“Well, it’s not a million dollars, but yeah, it would come in handy.” I turn to Seth too, hoping between Jason and I, we can wear him down. “And I really need the extra credit.”
Seth turns to Jason. “You would do this? You’d ‘model’ for some creepy stranger for a few thousand dollars?”
Jason looks at me and then to my brother. “I will if you do…”
Ugh. This is getting frustrating. “Come on, Seth. I never ask you for anything. Please do this for me.”
“Fine,” my brother says in surrender. “But you still need at least one more guy, right?”
“Yeah.” I rub the back of my neck, trying to think of another guy who will be easy to convince.
Jason leans closer to us and whispers, “I can get Nathan to come. He’s a bit quirky, but he’s usually up for anything.”
“Really? That would be great.” Jason has a pretty good relationship with everyone, so I’m not surprised he has an in with Nathan. I barely talk to the guy, but he seems nice enough.
“Yeah. I’m sure he’ll do it.” Seth looks around the room. Several of the omegas who live here are hanging around, but Nathan isn’t in sight. “I’ll go find him and ask.”
“Thanks, Seth.” I heave out a sigh of relief. If I can just get through this assignment and finish the semester off right, that job is as good as mine.
Jason watches my brother until he leaves. Once Seth is out of earshot, he scoots closer to me so we can talk privately. “So, what kind of pictures do you think they’ll be?”
“I don’t know. I’m sure we’ll have to be shirtless,” I say, waggling my eyebrows in an attempt to make light of what may be a dark situation.
