Page 31 of Rut Bar

My cock twitches inside the tight costume, and I reach down to adjust it. Anthony’s gaze follows my hand, his lips twisting up at one corner.

“You… you did?” I ask.

That’s good. Real good. If she let him finger her, then that means she’s interested in more than a one time thing. A low purr starts in my chest, but I squash the rumble before it can become audible.

“Yeah. She came all over my fingers. Made a mess of my hand with her sweet slick. And then I gave her a present.”

I groan from the strain of holding my purr back, and my costume strangles my bulge as I think of Anthony licking her sweet cream off his fingers. Maybe he’ll let me watch next time. Let me lick it off his fingers. “What sort of present?”

“Well,” he drawls, and leans one arm on the lockers behind me, invading my space. He leans up and I curl down to meet him so he can drop his voice to a whisper. “I pulled her panties down and inched her tight little skirt up.”

My breath catches and I nod while I keep an eye on the back door. “And then?”

“Then I unzipped my jeans and pulled out my cock and I stroked it with the hand covered in her slick.”

I clench my jaw and hold back a deeper, throatier groan. Is his cock still covered in her scent? I want to drop to my knees and shove my head in his groin and sniff. I want to pull his cock out and lick it clean, but I can’t. We’re at work. Nobody’s supposed to know we’re dating. He said we have to be on the downlow for now.

My cock kicks as the costume becomes strangling and my next adjustment is more of a stroke. I want him to describe it to me. The whole thing. I need to hear every single detail. “And then what’d you do?”

Anthony’s voice drops into a low, seductive tone that’s almost a purr. “I slid my cock through all that slick and used her. Covered her panties in cum and pulled them back up because I wanted her to know that even if her hot little pussy doesn’t take my cock, it’s still my cum that’s going to fill her sweet little hole.”

“Oh, fuck,” I moan under my breath and close my eyes as I picture it. Vee with her skirt rucked up and her panties askew. Anthony’s cum splattered along the gusset. His tattooed hands tugging the delicate fabric up until his cream smears all over her wet pussy. She’ll have already come—because Anthony is a gentleman when it matters and I know he let her come first—so her cheeks will be pink.

I can’t explain why I’m like this. Why I enjoy knowing he’s gotten further with her than I have. Why I like watching him take her while I’m there, used but forgotten. It’s humiliating, and that’s why I love it. If all of this happens and she still wants me, it means I’m good enough. All of the bad things happened, but she didn’t leave. I’m good enough to stay for, even though I’m not good at being an alpha.

“I wish I could have seen it,” I admit.

“It gets better,” Anthony says, grinning. “I told her if she takes them off before the end of the night that I’m going to fuck her whenever and wherever I find out they’re gone.”

My swollen head scrapes against the non-stretchy fake leather of my costume and I want to reach in and pull my cock out. I’m so hard it hurts. “Do you think she will?” As much as I know she’ll hate it—or pretend to hate it—I’d give anything to watch him bend her over the bar and fuck her with everyone looking.

“Oh, she already has.” Anthony’s lips curl in a grin that’s terrifying. “Her panty line is gone. That’s why I came to find you.”

My chest feels light while my cock feels as heavy and thick as a club. “When?”Can we do it now?

“It’s time for phase two. Come on—and don’t forget to bring your glass.”

I follow Anthony, and we head to the staff bathroom rather than the black curtain. He urges me inside and fits himself in there with me. It’s tight. The door’s lock clicking into place is loud. The minute it’s secure, he’s on me.

Fingers dig into muscle as he grabs me by the neck and pulls me down for a hard kiss that borders on feral. Teeth nip at my lower lip until my mouth slackens. His tongue invades my mouth while his hand sinks beyond the waistband of my costume. The first brush of his fingertip over my leaking slit makes me shiver. This is urgent. Rough. Demanding.

Whatever he wants from me, from my body, he’ll take without asking. And I’m all too eager to give it. Whatever he wants from me is his to take, because I’m his. The same way he’s mine.My packmate.

Was this what he was like with Vee this morning, or did he finger fuck her gently? Did he drag her orgasm out with tender strokes so she’d know who was in charge? Or did he finger her hard, his hand moving impossibly fast with all the skills learned from his brief stint as a guitarist in a local band that was pretty good but didn’t quite make it?

He breaks the rough kiss and knocks his forehead against mine, his fingers tangling in my hair and squeezing to the point of pain while his other hand palms me tight and tugs. “Think of her pussy, babe,” he whispers. “Think of that glistening, wet pussy, all pink and sweet. Remember how it felt on your lips? The velvety slide of her skin against yours? The way she gushed and filled your mouth? Your mouth will give her more pleasure than this cock ever could,” he says as he squeezes tighter until I groan.

Yes.I love knowing he was satisfying her and I didn’t know it was happening. It’s the absolute loss of control. It would be easy to choose jealousy or anger. Instead, I give in. I find the peace in the submission. When I submit, I don’t have to worry about being perfect or the best alpha. I can simply be myself. Anthony tells me there’s nothing wrong with me being wired this way. Every day, I work hard to believe him.

“Her pussy was so wet for me.”

Pre-cum leaks freely as pressure tightens in my groin. I can almost feel my balls swelling with cum. With useless sperm. There’s no hole here to breed, only the tight ring of my beta lover’s hand as he strokes me and whispers delicious filth in my ear.

“She tasted so good on my tongue.”

I sigh, my hips bucking from the urge to stand still. To surrender. It’s hard to fight the alpha urge to rut. To claim. To fuck and fill and breed. Denying it is the sweetest of torments.

It’s agonizing bliss.

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