Page 19 of Alpha for Four

It was a risk. Once Jax knew, he might feel jealous or uncomfortable enough that he’d want Niall to quit being the couple’s nanny. But Niall needed to take that chance. Not telling his boyfriend that his employers were a poly couple and that he’dbeenwith them was starting to feel like a lie, not simply an omission.

He arrived to find Jax dozing on the couch.

“Still up?” Niall asked.

“Couldn’t sleep without you,” Jax said gruffly. He sat up, pushing his shoulder-length brown hair off his face.

Even though they’d been together almost a year, Jax’s rough-around-the-edges beauty still took Niall’s breath away. Clad only in sleep pants, Jax’s taut body and dark chest hair were on full display. He rubbed his eyes, and the colorful designs of his full sleeve tattoos caught the moonlight.

Niall's urgency to speak with Jax floated away. He strode purposely to the couch and straddled his boyfriend's lap, leaning down to whisper in his ear, “I’m glad you’re still awake.” He ground his crotch against Jax’s pajama bottoms.

Jax groaned, digging his fingers into Niall’s hips as he asked, “Is the little omega okay?”

Niall’s hands roamed over Jax’s torso. “Sorcha. He needed stitches and he’ll have a headache, but he’s fine.” Niall ran his tongue over the tattoo on Jax’s left pec, a mix of an infinity symbol and the letter B with an arrow going through it. The mark stood for beta pride.

“I’m glad he’s okay. I know you’re fond of him.”

“True. But since he’s alright, maybe let’s stop talking about him for tonight, m’kay?” Niall trailed his mouth down Jax’s abs before going to his knees in front of him.

Jax huffed a laugh and bit his lower lip, tilting his head back onto the cushion. “Remind me to always wait up for you.”

With slow precision, Niall tugged on Jax’s pajama pants until he’d removed them. He then wasted no time getting his mouth on Jax’s cock.

Jax hissed as Niall sucked hard on the tip of his dick. He reached down to curl his palm over the crown of Niall’s head.

“Tighter,” Niall demanded. “I want to feel you pull it.”

Threading his fingers through Niall’s short hair, Jax clutched firmly. Niall winced with pleasure.

Niall sucked the head of Jax’s cock, licking circles around the slit. Jax groaned and attempted to push Niall further down the shaft. Niall pulled off. “Uh-uh-uh,” he teased, moving his pointer finger back and forth. He flicked his tongue along the sensitive underside before mouthing the crown again.

“Tormentor.” Jax smiled down at him, gripping his hair harder. “Suck me for real.”

Niall winked. His hands moved up Jax’s chest as he swooped down to deep throat him in one smooth motion.

“Fuck!” Jax cried out, ass arching off the couch as Niall bobbed up and down. “Fuck, that’s so good, Nigh… Just like that.” He pumped his hips, breath coming in short pants. “Yeah, just like that… Relax for me. Let me fuck your mouth.” As always, his boyfriend’s pleading commands shot straight to Niall’s dick. Controlling and needy all at once. He throbbed in his pants as he sucked Jax harder. “It’s so good, Nigh. So good,” Jax stammered. “I’ve got a big load… Just waiting to shoot down your throat.”

Humming, Niall hollowed his cheeks. He removed his shirt—thankfully a button-down so he never had to come up for air—but ignored his own erection, even as it threatened to erupt untouched. He loved when Jax talked dirty, loved how the words felt spontaneous, as though his taciturn boyfriend couldn’t help turning into a filthy sex god whenever things got physical.

“Coming,” Jax bit out, gripping the sides of Niall’s head with both hands as he moved his erection in and out of his mouth. Niall closed his eyes and reveled in the feeling of Jax using him.

A moment later, the salty taste of cum landed on his tongue, and he swallowed diligently, catching most of Jax’s release. He held some in his mouth, and as Jax slumped back against the cushion, spent and sated, Niall spit the cum into his hand. Standing quickly, he pushed his pants down and used the warm release as lube to stroke himself.

It didn’t take long. After less than a minute, he was streaming white ropes onto Jax’s chest. Niall shot four times before collapsing on top of his boyfriend, cementing them together.

Jax rolled them until they lay on their sides, sticky chests still touching. “That was dirty,” he said, kissing Niall sweetly on the nose. “Perfect and hot. But dirty.”

It had been perfect, Niall thought. Their sex life was always that way—playful and trusting, pushing the limits withoutstepping over either of their boundaries. It made him feel even more conflicted about his lingering feelings for Ronan and Teal. Why wasn’t his connection with Jax enough to erase his pull to the couple? He wondered if he was broken in some way.

Not broken, an inner voice protested. Maybe just built differently.

Privately, Ronan and Teal referred to themselves as polyamorous. Niall had never applied that label to himself, even though Jax was his first foray into monogamy. Niall assumed he’d been non-monogamous by circumstance, not preference. He’d always figured he’d settle into a one-to-one relationship once he grew up a bit. Now he wasn’t so sure.

He and Jax needed to talk about it. But not covered in cum.

“Want to shower together?” Niall asked.

“Probably a good idea. We smell like a heat hotel.”

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