Page 50 of The Alpha: Part Two
"Lean back into Seth, baby. We've got you." Seth and I have her between us right now, on our knees facing each other, so close that our breaths are mingling. I've only ever shared with Michael like this. It's different, but still amazing. But I want more leverage than what I'm getting with her legs wrapped around my waist and her smashed against my chest. I want to watch my dick push in and out of her while she cums all over the place. And I want Seth to hold her while I do it. "Just let him hold you. It's going to feel so good."
She lets go of my shoulders without hesitation and leans back against Seth's chest, trusting him to hold her up. Her legs grip me a little tighter, but the change in our angle has her eyes rolling back. From where I am, all I have to do is look down and I can see everything. I can see her face, her arched neck, her breasts and stomach moving with each of my thrusts. I can see her stretched around me and it's beautiful.
"Do you want to watch with me, baby? Want to watch me fuck you? Seth can watch, too." I'm notexactlyan exhibitionist, but I definitely enjoy an occasional audience. Especially if the audience is in a position to reach down and elevate the experience.
The noise I hear isn't the one I expect. I was anticipating another round of Seth's wild-ass verbal porn, not quiet sounds of distress. I glance up to see Seth's face buried into her neck, the corner of the eye I can see slammed shut.
"What's wrong? What happened?"
"I thought I could do it," he whispers. "I wanted to do it."
"I don't understand."
"The angle," he chokes out, anger bleeding into the distress. "It's the same as… I want to see. I want to watch. Fuck."
It's the same as… Oh. Talia. Well, that's just not going to work. He needs to be able to see Desie like this if he wants to. "Let's try something. Keep your eyes closed. Give me your hand." I look over at Michael and motion for him to come closer. I want him within grabbing distance if Seth really can't handle this.
Seth stretches out his arm and I grab his wrist and place his palm on Desie's chest above her breasts. If she's aware of the angsty, therapy shit going on right now, she doesn't show it. "Keep your eyes closed. Don't look. Think about the hottest things you've ever experienced. Imagine them. Like a movie. I'm going to hold your wrist, let me move your hand. Got it?" I wait for his nod before I start the slow journey down her body.
I keep my thrusts slow and gentle. If this works out the way I hope it will, then I'll be fucking her as hard as I want soon enough. "Concentrate on her skin, how it feels." I drag his hand over one of her breasts, making sure his fingers graze across her nipple. We both smile when she sighs at the sensation.
I keep moving his hand down, over her stomach now. I pause, lifting his wrist so that he's only just touching her skin. I want him to feel her move under his palm as I fuck her. I want him to think about how that feels instead of how it looks. "Can you feel it? Her body moving when I fuck her?" He nods and kisses her neck. "Focus on your bond with her. What does it feel like?"
He pinches his eyes shut a bit tighter, running his nose against her ear. "Hot. Burning. Like she's on fire."
"But good, right?"
He smiles the smallest smile. "Yeah. Good."
"Keep thinking about that. Don't stop imagining the fun stuff, either. Keep your eyes closed."
I thrust deep inside her and still, keeping my movements slight and shallow as I pull his hand down to where she's gripping my cock. I don't give even a small fuck if it's weird for him, I groan when his fingers brush against my forming knot. It feels fucking fantastic. "Touch her pussy. I know it's puffy and stretched, but that's good. Don't think about how you're touching me, too. I don't give a fuck about it, just feel her. Feel how she feels."
His fingers split around my shaft to better press against her, and it's all I can do to stop the noises threatening to come out of my mouth. Then Desie's hand shoots down to join Seth's; and when she touches and rubs everything she can reach there's no stopping the rolling, purring, gasping moan that tumbles out of me along with every foul word I know.
"What are you thinking about, Seth?" she asks, looking down to watch their fingers touching the place where my body joins hers. "Tell me."
"The way you said my name that first time on the couch. When you pulled down your shirt so I could see your breasts. Your thighs when you were walking on the beach."
Fuck yeah. "That white swimsuit fucking kills me. Wait till you see the black one."
"What's the black one like?" he asks while I stifle another groan as his and Desie's touch moves around me. They're not intentionally touching me, but I can feel the pressure of their fingers sliding against her and the sensation is unexpectedly amazing.
"Rub her clit, side to side. Yeah, like that," I say, my grip on his wrist tightening just a little. "The black one is a bikini. Well, most of a bikini. She can choose how much tit she shows with how it's made, and the bottoms tie at the side. It's more string than bikini. Fuck, it's hot."
"Please, for the love of fuck, Desir'ee. I don't know if I can handle you wearing that." His eyes are open now. Wide open.
I laugh and fuck into her again. "Jealousy's a bitch, isn't it?"
Seth growls a little but doesn't stop moving his fingers. "She can't wear that around anybody but us."
"I'll wear it to meet your mother if you don't make me cum in the next few seconds," Desie snarls.
I groan and thrust inside her once roughly. Desie doesn't usually say things like cum and cock unless she's in heat or having spikes. Sometimes something might slip out, but for the most part she doesn't, so when she does say those types of words it goes straight to my balls, and my knot throbs in response. "Close your eyes, Seth. Or don't look away from hers. Either way, I need you to do it."
He snaps his eyes shut.
I pull his wrist down so I can make his fingers do what I want them to. "This should probably be awkward," I mumble while I position his fingers to lay over her outer lips and around my shaft. I press on his knuckle, putting gentle and constant pressure on her swollen clit. "Stay like that. You're going to feel me push into her. Don't be weird about it. I want you to feel what happens, not see it. I think this will help."
