Page 89 of Crossing the Top Line

Oliver lifts Tori like she weighs nothing, getting to his feet before setting her down on her hands and knees, her ass facing Eli. He doesn’t need telling twice before he grabs her hips and drags her back, impaling her on his cock in one smooth motion. In the low light, harsh shadows highlight the flex of his muscles, bringing a surprising amount of moisture to my mouth. I’d seen him naked before in the locker room, but in this context, there’s something wild and raw about Eli’s form, and my cock throbs, begging for the attention I’ve been denying it for days.

“Don’t be shy. You know you want to,” Tori taunts, words choppy from how hard Eli is fucking her.

I swallow hard, trying to get my mind under control. I’ve never been the submissive partner, even in my encounters with other men. But something about Tori makes all thoughts of dominance evaporate. And when I wrap a tentative hand around my cock beneath my shorts, I bite my lip hard to smother the groan of satisfaction. My knot is already swollen and almost painful, and I give it a slow squeeze, careful not to stimulate anything too much and risk blowing too early.

“Tell him how good Eli’s making you feel,ma reine,” Oliver coos, gathering the loose strands of Tori’s hair in his fists at the back of her head.

“Oh, it’s so good. He’s so—fuck, yes! Right there. Don’t stop!—His cock is so big, stretching my—FUCK!”

Tori’s answer is interrupted as she bucks, back arching sharply as she screams. Her legs shake, her face screwed up with intense pleasure as Eli refuses to slow down as she climaxes. Oli purrs his approval, pulling her back down by her hair before shoving his cock deep in her open mouth.

I watch them move together, spreading my pre-cum onto my cock with firm, slow strokes. My balls feel like they’ve doubled in size, aching with the cum I’ve been holding back. Without meaning to, my hand begins to match Oliver’s hips as they fuck Tori’s throat, her chokes and moans only making me squirm in my seat.

“You gave this up, Black. This could have been you, but you walked away. Now my princess worshipsmycock, and she begs formycum in her belly. Isn’t that right?” Oliver sneers, first to me, then to Tori as he pulls her back.

If Tori’s dominance made my primal mind squirm, it’snothingcompared to the wave of twisted delight that fills me at Oliver’s words. He’s usually the soft-spoken one out of our trio, his words holding that much more weight because he doesn’t use them often. But my cock pulses in my hand, my spine starting to tingle in warning of my oncoming orgasm. Part of me doesn’t want to be turned on by this, but the low moan and plea to God that escape me overrides whatever I’d been taught about alpha roles and masculinity.

Tori gasps for air, saliva dripping off her chin as she looks up at him, not even acknowledging me anymore. She was beautiful below me, but seeing her absolutely undone crosses wires in my brain that I didn’t even know existed. And Oli and Eli gleam with sweat, muscles flexing as they race to see who can bring Tori the most pleasure. Bodies honed to peak athleticism turned to a much baser purpose, one they are excelling at. In the back of my mind, a little voice wonders if it would be more satisfying to join them in their mission to drive Tori mad with orgasms, or to be the one enduring the attention.

“Oui, mon roi. I want it. Please let me have your cum,” Tori babbles, words raw and desperate, pulling me back from my musings.

“Fuck, that’s right. Squeeze my cock, just like that. We’ll fill you from both ends, won’t we?” Eli asks, eyes fixed on where his cock slides in and out of her slick pussy.

My spine tingles, and I have to pull my cock from my shorts at last, the rush of cool air making me groan behind gritted teeth. Oliver watches me as he pulls Tori’s head back down, and the savage glint to his glowing amber eyes makes me pant.

“Ready to come already? I don’t hear any begging,” he taunts, almost a little sing-song.

“Fuck—yes. I’m close. So close. P-please,” I start, voice shaking.

“I’ve heard better begging from a toddler in a toy store. You can do better than that,” Eli laughs, and I don’t know how he’s not out of breath or shaking like I am.

I swallow, trying to gather my thoughts as I fight my release. I can’t take my eyes off Tori, not as she shudders and whines, arms hardly able to hold her torso off the couch as she takes their cocks from both ends.

“I—I want to give you my cum, too. Please, Victoria. I don’t deserve to touch you, but you deserve my cum. Please let me give it to you. Please.”

The words pour out of my mouth from somewhere in my mind, driven by desperation and longing. Oli laughs, but I only have eyes for the omega below him. I wait on bated breath, legs shaking now with the effort it takes to hold back. Eli shouts a curse in a language I don’t understand before driving forward, his knot disappearing into her channel as he moans his release. Oli isn’t far behind, only a few quick thrusts before he stills, stomach heaving as he breathes hard. When he pulls away, Tori turns her attention to me, eyes glassy with satisfaction.

“Come for me, Spencer. Now.”

Her voice rumbles with a subaudible hum that goes right to the heart of my primal nature, and my hips buck off my chair as I finally let go. Load after load spills onto my lower stomach and hand, going on for what feels like hours. My heartbeat thrums in my scalp and my vision whites out at the edges. Even when I finally stop ejaculating, the waves of pleasure leave me breathless. I look back at Tori to find her in Eli’s arms, both of them lying on their sides under a light sheet.

I start to get up, to give her what I promised, but she turns her nose away, closing her eyes.

“You can go now, Spencer,” she says, voice as cold as ice.

I stand in stunned silence for a minute, heart aching even as it pounds in my chest. She…rejected me. I swallow any protests that start to form as I tuck my cock away, heading back up the stairs with my metaphorical tail between my legs.

It’s only once I’m back in my bed with the door locked do I remember why I’d originally left my sanctuary. But right now, I’d rather starve.

Tori’spseudo-heatandHurricaneTerry break on the same day, which I can’t decide if it’s a blessing or a curse. It was three days of insanity, fucking like the world was going to end, and then…nothing. It’s still raining, but there’s no more earth-shattering thunder or house-shaking winds. And Tori…

Whatever possessed her for those seventy-two hours has fled the building, leaving only a mute, shell-shocked version of the host behind.

And right now, she’s curled under a blanket, eyes staring into the middle distance while Oliver and Spencer work on clearing debris from the driveway. I’ve kept my distance, trying to catch her mismatched eyes, but she refuses to look at me.

“Are you hungry? Thirsty?” I ask in the silence, my voice cracking slightly from nerves.

“I want to go home.”

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