Page 19 of Rut Bar

“Here.” He pulls a folded up sheet of paper from his back pocket and hands it to me. Then he goes back to what he was doing. He pops the buttons free one by one until the shirt falls open.

The papers crinkle as I unfold them and read the print out from a lab. There’s a line of negatives down both pages, one for each of them. I frown as I read through them. “Do you always carry medical documents around on the off chance you might need them?”

“What can I say?” He grins and pops the final button apart. “I’m a regular Boy Scout. Satisfied?”

Before I can answer, Anthony turns his attention to my chest. I expect him to go right for my breasts, but he teases me with whisper light touches of his fingertips over my stomach and collarbone. He grazes the edge of my bra. The tickling is infuriating as much as it’s tantalizing. When he finally glides a hand over one breast and its painfully hard-tipped peak, I groan and press it more firmly into his hand. The papers fall from my hand, forgotten.

Jamie groans. “I want to watch. Let me watch, please.”

“You’ll do more than watch,” Anthony says. “You’ll be her mattress. Lie down, babe.”

Jamie lies down on the bathroom floor, and his hands go to his jeans. He finishes unzipping them and shoves them down. He’s not wearing any underwear either.

His huge alpha cock is rock hard and dripping. It slaps against his stomach with unwieldy fullness. It bulges at the base before narrowing toward the tip. His balls are big and his pubic hair is neatly trimmed, so everything is all on display. The wrinkles of excess skin at the base of his shaft show that he’ll have an impressive knot when he comes. Darlene’s statement that he’s a grower, not a shower, is true.

Anthony tugs the cup of my bra down until my breast spills out of it. He curls over me to lick his tongue across the tip.

“Brown. I’ve been wondering if your nipples were brown or pink,” he says.

He sucks the peak into his mouth, the pleasure traveling straight through my body to my pulsing clit. His teeth graze the sensitive area, and I moan and bury my fingers in his messy hair. He nips me and I gasp, and then he lets my nipple go with a wet pop and tugs me away from the wall.

“You’ve been thinking about my nipples?”

I teeter on my heels until he steadies me. He’s a flurry of activity as he tugs my shirt all the way free of my skirt and pulls it from me.

“Every single day.” His eyes devour me. “God, you’re so fucking pretty. On your knees for me, pretty girl. I’ll make you feel so damn good.”

He nudges and pushes me down so I’m straddling Jamie, then leans over the both of us until we’re positioned exactly as he wants. He’s demanding, and my mind is made of cotton batting. Fuzzy and soft.

How long has it been since I felt safe enough with a lover to let go? Lose myself in the moment and enjoy it? It’s not like I remember much of what happens with the alphas I meet on Heat Buddy. Those hookups are brief and they’re not usually memorable. Once they realize I’m not their dream omega, they can’t wait to leave fast enough.

Anthony positions us both like we’re dolls until Jamie’s cock sits between my spread lips, his crown kissing my clit. Moisture pools between us, and I don’t know if it’s my arousal or his. Probably both of ours.

“Is this okay?” I ask Jamie.

Jamie trembles and nods as I rock and rub my clit against him, using him to find my pleasure.

There’s a ripping sound as Anthony grabs my bunched up skirt and hikes it higher. I’m past caring about the state of my wardrobe when he kneels behind me and hard steel slides against my warm core. I gasp and rock forward and Jamie curses under his breath, his eyes squeezed shut. The veins in his neck pop from strain.

Am I too heavy?“I think I’m hurting him,” I say as I move to get off Jamie.

Anthony’s fingers tighten on my hips as he keeps me in place. “I can promise you that you’re not hurting him in a way he doesn’t fucking love. Isn’t that right, babe?”

Jamie nods and cracks his eyes open, and from this distance I see that they’re not brown like I’ve always thought, but hazel. “Please use me, Ma'am. I’m good. I’ll use my safe word if I need to, I promise.”

I nibble on my lower lip and nod, then settle.

“You picked a safe word with her?” Anthony asks, his tone curious.

“Yeah,” Jamie says. “Green, yellow, and red.”

“Interesting,” Anthony says softly. “Are those your safe words too?”

I look over my shoulder and nod. “Yes. What do you normally use?”

“No, stop, don’t,” he says in a calm voice.

I shrug and hate how admitting this makes me a bit self-conscious. “Sometimes pretending to resist can be fun. But don’t pin me down. I hate that.”

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