Page 100 of The Beta: Part Two
Trent is fucking her with his fingers now as I fuck her with my cock. It's a tight fit, with her filled like this, and it's about to be an even tighter fit. That thought makes my balls tighten again.
“For fuck sake, Nathan. Please,” She pants, “I'm barely holding it back.”
I pull her down for a kiss, I smile as I give it to her.
Trent is matching my thrusts and Talia is winding tighter and tighter.
She suddenly jerks her head back to bark at Trent, “fuck, Trent. Please tell me you're ready to fuck my ass. I need to cum. I can't hold it back.”
“Gotta wait for us, cupcake. Lay down on Nathan, raise your hips up for me.”
Chapter thirty-four
Trent
I'm so used to how Jasper feels, and this is so different. Jasper is usually so wet with his slick that I don't have to work too hard to get inside him. He's a male omega, he's built for this. Being inside Jasper is euphoric. Talia's body is made to accept my cock wherever I want to put it, just like his, but her slick comes from her pussy. Her back entrance doesn't feel like Jasper's, and I have to work at it and be careful not to hurt her.
This is familiar territory for Nathan and me, though. But it's been so long. I was hoping he wouldn't remember it was my turn to take the girl's ass. I'm probably going to embarrass myself when I cum before I even get my whole dick inside her. She's not helping anything, either. She's arching her back and pushing her ass up, and making the most delicious sounds. Nathan's also being a helpful bastard by spreading her ass cheeks apart to make it easier for me to get at her.
Fuck, they're both trying to sabotage me. Assholes.
Finally, with sweat dripping down my spine and my temples, I work all the way inside. All I can do for almost half a minute is kneel behind her and brace myself on her hips. It's a good fucking thing Talia's sturdy and strong or she'd never be able to keep my ass from falling onto her and Nathan. When I feel like I can move and breathe at the same time, I look over her shoulder to meet Nathan's eyes, “good?”
He nods.
“Ready?”
He nods again.
Then we begin.
We have perfected our rhythm and how to gauge each other's next movement. I can feel Nathan's dick thrusting next to mine. He's able to move more than I am, but that's how we like it. God, it feels good. Talia is whimpering, grunting, or moaning with every thrust. She's caught between us and isn't able to do more than hold herself up. Her entire body is starting to tremble and her voice is becoming so high-pitched. She's going to cum soon. She might explode with it.
“Wait, baby, wait. Take a couple breaths. We're going to do something different,” I beg her.
“No!” she cries, “don't stop!”
I smile and kiss her shoulder, “we're not stopping, just adjusting. Be a good girl and hold on to Nathan when he sits up.” Nathan's taller than me by a few inches, his legs are longer. We've had years of practice with the position we're about to move into, both before Jasper and with Jasper. This position is a little crowded and intimate, but it's perfect for us to fuck our omega between us.
I grab Nathan's forearms and lean back onto my heels, pulling him up with me. Talia clutches at Nathan's shoulders and gasps as our cocks move around inside her as we get repositioned. We end up with Nathan on his knees, Talia perched and impaled on him, and me kind of straddling his thighs with my cock still held tight inside her. I've got my hands tucked behind her knees, holding her up and spread for us, and Nathan's got one hand on her thigh and another on my hip for stability. We give each other a nod and then we start thrusting again.
“Oh my god,” she gasps. Then starts groaning every curse word and insult she knows. She's got one hand tenderly touching Nathan's jaw and her other behind my head with her fingers tangled in my hair. “Fuck, fuck, fuck,” she's chanting, “too much. Too much. God, don't stop. If I pass out, don't stop. I don't care, just don't stop.”
I don't know if we'll be able to keep fucking her if she passes out. I don't know how long we can keep fucking her if she doesn't, either. Then she does something inconveniently wonderful. She rolls her head back onto my shoulder and presents her neck to Nathan in perfect and beautiful submission. Nathan instinctually recognizes it and I watch his pupil's blow. He's going to mark her. After everything he's been through I'm not even surprised.
I call his name to get him to look away from her neck and at me, “together?”
He nods, “together.”
“Talia,” I purr into her ear, “we want to mark you now. Think you can take our knots?”
There's no hesitation, “yes. Do it. I want it.”
Good enough. And thank fuck for it. I've been trying to hold it back for what feels like hours. “Ready?” I ask her one more time, just to make sure.
“Fuck yes, Trent, I'm ready. I'm fucking dying for it, can't you tell?”
I can, actually. So can Nathan. He pulls her hair to the side and touches a place on her neck just under her ear and behind her jaw. “Here, both sides.”
