Page 68 of Rut Bar

Jamie grunts, his hand moving to pet her hair and then sliding down to play with one of her breasts as she swallows him down. The sight of that thick alpha cock disappearing down the tiny omega’s throat makes me groan. I slam my hips up and batter at the mouth of her womb while I watch.

The force of my thrusts make her bob on his length, and I grin when I realize that even like this, I can control them. Me. The beta. While Jamie and Vee are lost to their rut and heat, I orchestrate their blowjob like a damn maestro.

A series of shallow thrusts let her swirl her tongue around his head. Deep, rolling thrusts make her slide up and down his length. Fast, furious plunging makes her gag until last night’s mascara smears under her eyes.

Shit. Forgot to take her makeup off her.

We’re bad at this—unpracticed—but we’ll get better. I’ll bathe her after I get done fucking her brains out and filling her up from both ends with the fresh batch of cum she needs.

I fuck Vee, and by proxy, I fuck Jamie, and then I get lost in my pleasure as I watch her swallow his cock while mine’s buried deep in her pussy. When Jamie’s half-swollen knot barely fits past her teeth, I wrap my fist around his base and squeeze. I can’t let him hurt her by accident.

Jamie’s head drops and he groans as he fucks my hand and her face. His expression contorts with a pleasure-fueled agony, and then he comes. His knot blows against my palm, and I squeeze it hard so he’s not tempted to shove it deeper down her mouth.

Vee’s throat bobs as she swallows and drinks her alpha’s cum. It’s the most erotic thing I’ve ever seen in my life. My cock kicks inside her in a desperate bid to continue what we were doing, and when I’m certain that I can pay less attention to the two of them without one of them getting hurt, I refocus on her pussy.

Her wet pink lips stretch thin around my girth as I tilt my hips and bury myself to the root. Her sucking noises mix with her dainty omega purr and the combination makes my balls pull tight. “Fuck, baby, why is this pussy so good? I can’t wait to watch it drip.”

She laps at Jamie’s tip, and then her tongue swipes over her lips as if she’s searching for any lingering drops.

“Was that good?” I ask her. “Did you like your breakfast?”

Vee looks up at Jamie, who’s still looming over her, his softening dick resting on his thigh, and a smidgeon of jealousy pinches me. I reach down and grab her breast, giving it a good squeeze, and then I slap it. She gasps, her eyes darting to me, and I hold her gaze as I pinch her taut nipple and twist until her cunt squeezes my dick like she wants to break it.

“I asked you a question, baby. Did you like your breakfast?”

Her brows knit together as her eyes roll up while I fuck her through my interrogation. Yeah, she liked it. Her cheeks are flushed a healthy shade of pink and her pussy’s so wet she’s making a mess of the sheets. Slick beads down her ass and rolls down my thighs before pooling in the blankets.

“Too horny for words?” I tease her. “Okay. I’ll let you come on my cock, and then you can thank me later.”

I work a thumb between her swollen labia until I find her slick nub and make circles around it. Her hips jerk against me and she mewls as I tighten my grip on her legs with my other arm. I pin her lower half to my chest as I work her clit until her hands make fists in the nest. Jamie watches me wind her up, and then I shove her right over that edge.

It’s too early and I’m too fucking horny to deny either of us with more edging. She squeezes her eyes shut and her head digs into the mattress. Her spine bows and her cunt flutters on my cock. Its little squeezes tip me over the edge.

My balls pull taut and my belly cramps as the first rope of cum sprays inside her. My hips sway with long, slow thrusts as I use her orgasm to squeeze out every drop. And when she gets more restless instead of less, I shove three fingers alongside my cock and stuff her full.

Vee goes limp on my cock, and then she purrs. I rock my dick against my hand to wring out every single drop inside her greedy pussy as I fill her up and wait for her to quiet. When I grow too soft to stay buried, I finally pull free. She lets out an annoyed chirp, but otherwise doesn’t make a sound until I move to lift her from the bed.

Jamie sits up straighter, the intensity of his attention prickling at the edges of my awareness.

“Just cleaning her, babe.”

He watches me carry her into the bathroom. I sit her down on the toilet and leave her to do her thing as I turn the tub’s tap on and get the water warm. I don’t know how hot she normally likes her showers or how much heat she can handle right now while she’s somewhat feverish, so I make it barely warm like you would with a baby. Then I eye the line of omega heat washes we bought and set around the edge of the tub.

We didn’t know which scent she might like, so we bought them all. At the time, it felt excessive. Now, with a blissed-out, purring Vee a foot away and waiting, I worry we don’t have enough options.

What if she hates them all? There are delivery apps, I guess, but what if the driver’s an alpha? And here I thought that we’d planned for everything.

Anxiety makes me fumble as I rip plastic safety seals off. What if I fuck this up? What else did I not think of? Jamie is relying on me to get this right. I can’t stand the thought of disappointing either of them. I try so hard to pretend like I don’t care what anyone thinks, to dodge their expectations of me, but deep down I still think that no matter what I do, I’ll never be good enough. The black sheep of my family. The family business liability. Nonconformist. A disappointing bisexual beta son. Vee, Brendan, and Jamie are different, but will it be enough?

I take a deep breath and let it out slowly. The annoyingly thick plastic finally gives way. I shake it into the trash, the static cling making it difficult. Then I do the same with all the others until I have a row of bottles at the ready.

“Which one do you want, baby?” I ask her as I pick up two of her ten choices, a pink one and a purple one, and bring them to her. I show her the bottles with the different flowers on the labels, but she’s more intent on nuzzling my hand than reading the text.

I sigh. “Right. Let’s try them all then, hmm?” I set one on the counter and flip the top up on another and hold it to her nose. She rears back like I’ve slapped her and rubs at her nose until it turns pink.

“Hmm. Not flowers.” I put both of the floral options on the counter and grab the yellow one, citrus, and the white one, vanilla. Both seem like fairly neutral options. I flip both their tops up before wafting them under her nose, but she’s not interested in them either. Her attention pulls to the doorway and I turn and see that Jamie’s standing there watching us.

His eyes are less glassy and unfocused, and his body language is relaxed, so my concern dissipates.

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