Page 28 of Quickies

“Tom! Now you,” Lee ordered.

It took mere seconds for them to switch places. I was still trembling with aftershocks when Tom drove his long cock into me. My ass slurped it up, making nasty wet noises with the amount of slick and cum already inside.

My mouth gaping, I gazed at Lee as if he held me on strings.

“Harder!” Lee urged his friend.

Toward the end, I was all but sobbing. I was so sensitive and fucked out I thought I was going to pass out if I came one more time. But luckily, Tom lost it soon enough. His hips stuttered, and he pushed the deepest he could, pressing up against my womb.

I let out a long moan of relief when he pulled out of me. I was buzzing all over. My vision was blurry as I struggled to calm my breathing.Holy hell.How many orgasms had that been?

Lee studied me, his hand still firmly around my throat. When he spoke, he sounded hoarse. “Guys, bring his car in and get to work. I’ll take care of him.”

Dave and Tom grumbled something in reply.

Then I was alone with Lee, sprawled over the desk, my ass dripping with cum and my muscles twitching every few seconds as if I were having a seizure.

Lee, the bastard, sat on a chair and opened a can of beer. I propped myself up on my elbows, but it didn’t feel like I could move my legs yet. They were spread out, one hanging over the edge of the desk, the other bent awkwardly to the side. A blend of cum and slick was drying all over my soft cock and crease. Lee gazed at my splayed body as if I were a museum exhibit.

Lord, everything the man did was designed to make me burn for him. Seconds ticked by. Should I start pulling myself together? I kinda liked leaving my legs open right in front of his face.

“What’s your name?” Lee asked, breaking the silence.

The mundane question almost made me laugh. “Marcel.”

Humming, he took a deep gulp of his beer. “How are you feeling, Marcel?”

I heaved a sigh. “Ask me later. I guess I’ll be sore, but I’m still buzzing.”

His lips curved into a panty-melting smile. Oh my God, he was beautiful when he smiled. He drank some more, taking his time. “Did you enjoy the fuck?” he asked after a while.

I felt no need to lie. “Very much. As you could surely tell since you didn’t take your eyes off me.”

“Are you always this slutty?”

I sat up slowly, and when the change of position didn’t make me dizzy, I stretched my back. I ached in strange places, but the mellow feeling in my middle was pleasant. “I get around, but I’ve never done it with working-class alphas. Interesting experience. Thanks.”

For some reason, my words made him laugh.

Perched on his desk, I swung my legs as I slowly regained control of my muscles. I looked around the office. It seemed chaotic, with a bunch of folders on shelves and more tools I couldn’t identify, but somehow cozy. A whirring of somemachine and the banging of metal against metal sounded from the garage. Tom and Dave must have started fixing the car.

Lee drank his beer and lazily palmed his exposed dick. He was still hard. He’d only come once.

I had no idea what possessed me to do what I did next. I could blame it on the overload of hormones still cruising through my body after all those orgasms.

I slid off the table, knelt between his knees, and stroked up his jean-clad thighs.

“Do you want me to take care of that?”

I expected him to say yes without hesitation, but he observed me thoughtfully, not moving. I got nervous.

“Or do you want to fuck me again?” I asked.

He shook his head and swigged some beer.Fuck. The rejection felt like a slap across my face. I was about to move away, but he grabbed my wrist.

“Stay on your knees, omega.”

Did he want me after all?

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