Page 81 of Finding the Forward: Part Two
Now, Dean could receive his second shutout blowjob. The first was last night when AJ tugged Grif off after blanket burrito night, and she ended up spending part of the night with us.
Until Grif had slipped into my room in the middle of the night, because someone left the door cracked, and hestoleher out of bed.
“I love your blowjobs so much, Little Alpha.” Dean’s perfume and cozy scent flooded the room as he tangled his hand in her ponytail. “I’m close.”
“She’ll suck you down so good.” My hands held Dean’s hips as I kept thrusting, my knot and balls smacking against his ass as my own pleasure built. “I’m close too, and I’ll fill up this sweet omega ass just like you’ll fill up our little alpha’s belly so full of your cum that she won’t want any lunch.”
“I could come just from those words,” he moaned.
“And I’m going to knot you,” I gasped as I withdrew almost fully, then plunged right into his slick omega ass.
“Alpha,” he cried, as sheer lust pelted my bond with Dean. My knot slipped past the ring of muscles and locked inside him.
“Are you okay, Love?” I smoothed Dean’s hair as his body shuddered.
“So good, Babes.” His scent went syrupy with happiness as he stroked Verity’s cheekbone with his thumb. “Mmmm, I love shutout blowies.”
“Are you okay, Little Alpha?” I asked. She hadn’t gotten much attention this morning, and it was almost time for lunch.
She released Dean’s cock and wiped her mouth with the back of her hand. “Delicious as always, Hot Stuff.” Her gaze turned to me. “I’m so full, Alpha Jonas. You’re right, I might be too full to eat. Our good omega gave me all the cum.”
Though no orgasms. Hmmm… I owed her a reward.
Maybe after lunch.
Perfect. My hands smoothed the fresh down comforter I’d put on my bed as I’d completely remade it after lunch with our fluffiest feather bed and our softest sheets. Of which I may have gotten after my conversation with Verity while she was in Hawai’i.
I lit a bunch of candles, several of them new since she liked lavender-scented things, and added a relaxing blend of oil with lavender notes to the diffuser. The oil warmer was already plugged in. Going into my closet, I grabbed a couple of my silk ties and put them on my nightstand.
Now, to get Verity. Though I wasn’t beyond putting her over my shoulder, carrying her to my room, closing the door, and not letting anyone in.
In the kitchen, Dean, and Grif both had on hockey-themed aprons. Flour dustedeverysurface. Ingredients and kitchen tools littered the counters.
More bread? Verity had made Dean bread last night to see if her sourdough starter was okay.
I pinched the bridge of my nose as I took in the chaos. The floor—I’d steam-mopped it after breakfast. Yeah, this was why I didn’t encourage those two to bake.
“We’re making cinnamon rolls.” Dean grinned, flour in his hair, as he ground something up with a mortar and pestle.
“We’ll clean up. Verity and Mercy have never had our recipe. We thought they’d go really well with the beef bulgogi you’re making tonight,” Grif added as he rummaged through a drawer. “Found it.” He held up some sort of weird metal hook.
I took a deep, calming breath. “That sounds like a delicious dessert. Just please make sure the kitchen is clean so I don’t have to tidy up and do dishes before I cook. Since that makes it take longer.”
Then they complained about being hungry.
Ugh.This mess.I couldn’t even. Also, I personally thought that was an odd pairing. However, making cinnamon rolls was alongprocess. Which meant they’d be occupied for a while.
AJ sat at the dining room table catching up on work. Sure, we had a snowstorm here, but it was business as usual in many places.
“Where’s Mercy and Verity?” I looked around.
“Since the electricity’s back on, Mercy’s hooked up her game buddy to the upstairs TV since her console is still drying and is swearing at her friends.” AJ, in sweats and a holey henley, looked up from his laptop. “I think Verity’s in the laundry room, trying to save some of her clothes.”
“We should buy them some things after the storm.” Grif was attaching the hooks to our fancy stand mixer.
Oh, that’s what they’re for.
“I’ve already ordered a few things for them and gave her access to the shopping accounts. But feel free to take them.” AJ tried to type with one hand and text with another.
