Page 33 of My Begrudging Scent Matches

“Hm?” his eyes stay closed, but his breathing speeds up as he wakes up. Alice rubs her thighs together, the slight friction doing nothing to ease her want.

“Caleb,” she says again, and this time it’s a plea. His eyes fly open then, his grip tightening on her.

“What’s the matter?” He smooths a hand over her hair, pushing some behind her ear.

“I want you,” she admits. “Please.”

In the low light, Alice sees a muscle in Caleb’s jaw flex.

“Are you sure?” he asks.

What a gentleman.

To show just how sure she is, Alice grabs Caleb’s hand and slides it down her stomach and beneath the band of the sweatpants she wears. Her slick coats his fingers as soon as his fingers find their mark and they both shudder ragged breaths.

“Take these off,” Caleb growls without hesitation, and suddenly, both of them are wiggling out of their clothes. Pants and shirts are tossed to the floor before crashing back into each other with feverish hands roaming across expanses of bare skin. His hands move like he wants to touch all of her at once.

He squeezes her breasts and pulls at her nipples until they’re hard, all while kissing her lips, cheeks, jaw, down her neck, and across her collarbone. When he kisses her chest and takes one of her nipples into his mouth, Alice gasps and her slick coats the insides of her thighs.

She doesn’t have to tell him to touch her there, he knows what she needs. His long fingers dance along her stomach before delving between her legs. He moans when he sinks one finger inside of her. If she’d intended to keep quiet, there’s no possibility of that now.

“You must know how obscene this is,” Caleb says. “Your cunt on my fingers, wet and hot and fucking made for me, for us.”

“Show me,” Alice says, then maneuvers herself to climb atop him. “Show me how it’s made for you.”

“Christ.” Caleb helps pull her over him and in doing so, Alice has a clear shot of Grant behind the couch, his silhouette prominent beneath the light that is coming through the windows. He’s shirtless, his hair looks tousled as if he was just asleep. His boxers are inched down his hips so that his cock can hang over the band, thick and hard as he strokes the shaft. He really is massive, all of him. Alice holds a hand out towards him, beckoning in any way she can.

It takes no prodding before Grant crawls onto the sofa bed, his body filling the space she just vacated. Caleb groans at the sight of him and pulls Grant’s face down to his for an open-mouthed kiss that only makes Alice wetter.

Unable to wait a moment more, Alice grips Caleb’s cock and lines it up at her entrance. He freezes and Grant pulls back from the kiss to watch. She rubs his head back and forth along herself, the slick coating it and mixing with the pre-cum there. Then she starts to descend onto it, just the head, the intrusion already delicious inside of her. Three shaky breaths release as Alice sinks further down onto Caleb. It’s a relief as much as it is an anguish to be filled like that, the top of his knot stretching, begging to be let in.

After a steadying moment in silence, Alice rolls her hips. She hasn’t done this in a while, rode someone like this, but her body remembers what to do. Caleb groans like she’s afflicted him in the most perfect, sinful way.

“Alice. My perfect Alice,” Caleb says.

“Go ahead, baby, show us how you ride him,” Grant says. His hand is already back on his dick, eyes locked on where she and Caleb are fused together. “I promise he’ll fill you up right.”

Alice needs no more encouragement from there. She leans forward, dropping her hands on Caleb’s shoulders, and grinds her hips up and down the length of him, pushing a little deeper with every stroke.

Caleb’s hands settle on her hips, fingers digging into the soft skin of her ass as she rides him. It’s easier to fall into them like this, in the cover of the night without the harsh reality of day around her. She loses herself to the rhythm of taking Caleb, the tiny moans she breathes into his ear mingled with the sound of his own.

Grant watches them with embers simmering behind his eyes, pumping his dick into his fist like it’s the single best show he’s ever seen.

“You’re beautiful,” Caleb breathes. “God, you’re the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen, Alice.”

His voice is labored, and as she takes him even deeper, his knot stretches her entrance. A moan breaks free from his chest and his hips begin their own work moving into her. It hits inside her at a new angle, deeper than it had just been, slamming against that spot inside her that makes her shake. The sensations overwhelm her, and she lets him take over, rutting into her cunt while she can only let out breathy, high-pitched moans in his ear.

Grant is running a hand over her back and muttering a string of filth to them both, to Caleb about how he fills their mate so well, knows exactly what to give her and just how to give it to her, and to Alice about how perfect she is for them, how they were made for one another, made to make each other feel exactly the way they’re feeling now. In the movement of the moment—their scents a heady cloud around them and their bodies moving seamlessly with each other—she’s inclined to believe him.

She is so close, right on the brink of that explosive release no man had taken her to before them, and when Caleb’s knot breaches her entrance entirely, she comes on a shout, clutching him as he does her. His knot swells inside of her, locking them together and the squeeze of her orgasm sends Caleb right into his own, stuffing her full of his release. She grinds her hips against him still, the pressure on her clit making her orgasm go, and go, as her nails dig half-moons into his shoulders.

Grant’s moans grow closer together, more frantic, and it’s as if Caleb can read Grant’s mind because just as Grant begins to shift on the bed beside them, Caleb turns his neck and opens his mouth wide. Like a choreographed dance perfected over many years of practice, Grant holds behind Caleb’s head so tenderly as he pushes his cock into Caleb’s mouth, pumping a few times before bursting.

Alice watches Caleb’s throat work as he swallows him down and she moans again, bringing her fingers to her clit to rub herself to another orgasm as she watches them. It takes barely anything to get her there, and before Grant’s cock is out of Caleb’s mouth, she’s squeezing around his knot all over again.

She comes down at the same time Grant does, and she can’t help but seal her lips first to Grant’s in a sloppy kiss before doing the same to Caleb. He tastes like the load he’d just taken so well, like the best fucking boy she’d ever seen, and it’s so lewd to taste Grant on his tongue.

“Share,” Caleb says, and Alice is quick to oblige, making Grant taste his own come on her tongue, then on Caleb’s. She feels like this could go on all night, the messy ministering of tongues and lips and hands between each other, but the heavy weight of satisfied exhaustion settles on her and their kisses and touches grow more languid. She lays on Caleb’s front, still stuck together as his knot shrinks inside of her, and Grant lies next to them with his hand tracing circles on Alice’s back.

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