Page 52 of The Beta: Part Two
I can see his hand moving up and down his leaking cock and seeing it makes me harder. I've never wanted a man before, but if he was here right now I'd pleasure him any way he asked if Talia wanted to see it.
Jasper's image on the screen is a small torture, it's sexy as fuck to watch him touch himself because I know he's watching us and wanting her. But I can also see an image of Talia and I in the little window in the corner. Seeing my hands on her breasts, dark against light, hiding her nipples from our view, while her free hand is circling and stroking her clit has me groaning and my balls drawing up. If I don't pull it together I'll ruin these pants, then I will actually need the shower we talked about earlier.
“Are you close?” Jasper asks, “I'm close. Please, tell me you're close.”
Talia shakes her head, “I'm trying. It's not enough.” She makes a frustrated sound and grinds on me a little harder. I grip her breasts a little harsher and she whimpers. That's a new sound for her, as well. If she ever whimpered before now I don't remember hearing it.
Jasper hisses from his end of the call and reaches a hand down to cup his balls. He catches my eyes through the screen and orders, “help her. Make her cum.”
I would never even consider hesitating. I release her breasts and drag my hand down to join hers between her thighs. She's so fucking wet. The urge to flip us over and shove my cock into her as far as I can is so strong, but I would never do that to Talia. Unless she asked me to do it.
I hitch one of her legs over mine so I can get at her slick-soaked cunt a little better and sink two fingers inside her. She moans loudly and her hips jerk. I thrust my fingers into her like I'd fuck her with my dick, hooking them over that sweet spot inside of her on every pass.
“Now!” she cries, “now, Jasper. Cum with me, now. Let me see.”
I think I might die. The need to fuck is slamming into me with every single one of my heartbeats, but this isn't about my need. It's about hers. Theirs. They are sharing this moment with me and I won't ruin it by making it about myself.
I hear Jasper's rough groan and look at the phone in time to see him spill his release over his hand. I watch the milky cum drip over his knuckles and lick my lips. He doesn't miss it. Jasper's eyes tell me everything I need to know. Talia is his. I am hers. And that just might make me his, too.
Talia's thrusting hips and broken, gasping moans as she orgasms call my attention back to her, and I bury my nose into her neck. I cup her pussy with my whole hand and purr into her skin while she talks to Jasper after she catches her breath.
“I can't wait to get you here,” she tells him.
“It won't be long, baby. Where is Reid's room in relation to ours?” That is not the question I thought he'd be asking.
“Two doors down,” she strokes my cheek as she answers.
“Good,” Jasper says. I don't know why he thinks it's good, but it just solidifies my belief that I'm in trouble.
Trent's loud mouth comes from Jasper's end, “why do I miss everything? First the stuff with Nathan in the living room, and now I've missed the most fun video call in history. Reid, you should know that I'm keeping a tally of my injustices. Talia, Jasper, I'm owed one living room blowjob and one phone fuck.”
Talia snorts a laugh, “as if you're ever slighted. You don't have time for phone fucking, you have a whole house to pack up. How's Devon handling it?”
Trent sighs and tells us all about Devon's broody box packing and anal retentive way of marking and coding the boxes. Devon doesn't mind moving, he's just afraid that he'll leave something important. Nathan has the bigger job packing up all the computer and security equipment. And from the sound of it, Trent is mostly packing up the kitchen...into his stomach.
“Just don't let him get too into his head, Trent. Make him check the oil in the cars, or whatever the fuck it is he does in the garage. Maybe my car is suddenly making a noise that needs to be checked out before we can drive it over here.”
“Talia. Honey. You're cute, but your car isn't suddenly making noise. It is always making noise. You really need a new car, cupcake. That antique is going to fall apart driving down the road,” Trent says, and grins at her like an ass.
“That car is a classic. It’s just a little temperamental,” Talia sniffs.
“A classic? Honey, you’ve driven that car almost into the ground. That’s not how you treat classics. If you want a classic, have it restored. You could always ask Devon to do it. He loves that shit.” Trent is nuzzling Jasper’s neck as he speaks.
Jasper pinches him on Talia's behalf, “I'll take care of Devon. Don't worry. He'll be fine. I'll actually go take care of him right now.” He wags his eyebrows, and Talia giggles when Trent makes the most exasperated, self-pitying sound I've ever heard. Talia and Jasper end their call with Trent in the background complaining about his slights.
“Still want a shower?” Talia asks. I really don't, but she probably does if she's mentioning it. Besides, I won't turn down rubbing myself against a slippery, soapy Talia “Wait,” she hums, “I'll grab a quick shower. Maybe you can grab us a snack and meet me in my room? I need to make a few more lists before things start arriving for Jasper’s room.”
I nod. “Of course.”
She kisses my cheek before she gets up to walk, fully naked, down the hall to her room to take a shower. She doesn't bother putting her clothes back on, she just gathers them from Corso's bedroom floor. I start to pull the sheets from Corso's bed, but stop myself. If I was him I would want to keep her scent in my bed, giant wet spot be damned. It'll be dry enough before night, anyway.
I go down to the kitchen to slice up apples and cheese. Alex only steals half of it before I slap his hands away, then I'm back up the stairs. I make it just in time to see Talia walking out of her bathroom with a towel wrapped around her. She snatches a slice of cheese before digging around in her bag for a pair of shorts and a tee-shirt that must be Jasper's based on the scent.
“Thank you,” she says, and sits on her bed. She makes a few notes in her phone, but then she looks over to me. “Why are you just standing there?”
I don't know why I'm standing here beside her bed. When she was here before, we worked out where my place in her room was. I don't know how different things are going to be now.
“Do you need me to tell you where to be, alpha?” Her voice has taken on nearly the same tone from before that she only uses for me; and she only calls me alpha in that tone when we're alone. Any other time or place, she calls me by my name. Just hearing her say it would have made me hard if I wasn’t already carrying my erection from earlier.
