Page 48 of The Alpha: Part Three
She nods again and gasps when he enters her.
“Okay?” he asks again.
“Okay,” she breathes. “Don't stop.”
Desie holds onto me while Ben guides their movements, lifting and tilting her hips until he's deep inside her and she's making small sounds of pleasure. She's soaking wet, slick with want, and my fingertips slide over her easily. I reach down to circle her swollen clit and she moans, letting her head loll back. “Yes, Michael. Do that. Don't stop.”
Ben holds tightly to Desie's hips with both hands and looks over her shoulder at me. “Help her lean back.”
“I'll smoosh you,” she complains, horror washing over her face.
Ben fights back a laugh. “You won't. Put your arms back, on either side of me. We'll help you.”
Her brows scrunch up but she cautiously puts one hand behind her and allows Ben to guide it, then lets go of me and puts her other hand back.
“Good,” Ben encourages. “Now fix your feet so you're comfortable.”
“I'm going to squish you, Benjamin.”
“Shut up and don't make me laugh. If you do squish me, and you won't, but if you do I promise I'll like it. Just get your legs comfortable.”
Desie actively doesn't look at me or Seth. I can feel how awkward and worried she is. “What's wrong, Des? You like it when we both fuck you. What's bothering you?”
She huffs. “I'm huge right now. I feel like I'm going to kill Ben, and I feel like I look horrible. I don't know how to not look awful right now.”
“You don't look horrible or awful, Desir'ee,” Seth tells her. “I understand that you might feel like you do, but you're very, very wrong. I, we, love how you look. Right now and always.”
“I can barely see over this belly, Seth.”
“Then close your eyes. Don't worry about seeing anything.” Seth starts a soft, low purr. “Close your eyes and think about how Ben and Michael are making you feel. They're making you feel good, aren't they?”
Desie closes her eyes and nods.
“Good. That's all we want. For you to feel good. And you should know, Desir'ee, that belly that you're so worried about is one of the hottest things I've ever seen in my life.”
Ben adjusts his position a little and nods at me. “Ready?”
“Ready.” I move up, running my hands over her thighs as I press myself between them, nudging Ben's legs a little further apart so I have room to move. “You ready, Desie?”
She gives me a tight nod and I start working myself inside her. I grip the tops of her thighs, my fingers brushing against Ben's where he's holding onto her hips, and I stretch my thumb to press against her clit. I want her so overwhelmed with what we're doing that she forgets to be self-conscious.
“Oh,” she gasps. “Oh god. It's so much.”
I'm only a little more than half-way inside her. It's such a tight fit in this angle. Ben isn't moving at all as I keep pushing deeper, but Desie is. Her hips are moving almost involuntarily between us. When I finally get all the way inside it takes her breath and we all have to be very still for a few moments. Then I pull out and thrust all the way back in all at once and both her and Ben groan.
There's not enough room for Ben to move very much, but we find a rhythm. It's mostly me fucking Desie with deep, slow thrusts while Ben raises up to meet me, but it's enough to pull several shaking orgasms out of her.
“Soon,” Ben hisses through his teeth. I look away from the decadent sight of both us filling her to check in with him. His gaze is trained on the mirror on the back of the closet door, so I look over there, too.
“Fuck,” I growl. Shouldn't have done that. Fuck. It's a side view of the three of us. “Now. Right now.”
“Not yet,” Desie pants. “Almost.”
Ben drags his hands up her sides to cup her breasts and rolls her nipples between his fingers and I stroke her clit a little faster. She needs to cum again and fast. Immediately. I might not last, especially if I keep watching the mirror.
Desie drops her head back, her neck arching. “Almost, almost, almost.”
“Now, Desie,” Ben barks. “Right now. Fuck.”
