Page 13 of Seduced By Two Alphas

Jack looked at me with curiosity, but I wasn’t going to try and analyze that look. We were friends, so I wasn’t reading a damn thing into it.

Then nine rolled around too fast. Before I knew it, we were locking up and heading to the movies. Aside from some teenagers up front, we had the movie all to ourselves. Jack sat on my right, Ken on my left, all of us balancing sodas, popcorn, and a hot dog, though Jack had opted for nachos and cheese.

Ken kept using my armrest, knocking my arm off of it several times, so halfway through the movie, I whispered, “Hey, get on your side. Stop being a hog.”

“I’m just trying to get comfortable.” Ken tossed his arm over the back of my chair. “Much better.” He already had his feet up on the backrest in front of him, tossing popcorn into his mouth with his free hand.

A few minutes later, I felt his fingers tracing my nape. Goose bumps shot down my body at his touch. When the movie did a stupid-ass jump scare, I fell for it, jumping and pushing myself into Jack’s side. He placed his hand over mine, giving it a squeeze as Ken leaned toward me. “Don’t worry. We’ll protect you from that gun-toting bad guy.”

“Shut up,” I said but didn’t move away from Jack, and he didn’t pull his hand away from mine. Ken’s arm gripped my shoulders, and I didn’t yell at him to stop hogging my space. It felt kind of nice to be sandwiched between the two, knowing nothing would happen to me as long as they were there. It also felt nice to be touched. I hadn't been with anyone in eight months, not since I’d broken up with Albert.

I hadn't been lying to Ken. There were slim pickings in Hungry. That was one reason I’d dated Albert. Loneliness. I hadn't been lying about that either. It would be so easy to fall into bed with Ken and Jack, but one, there were also consequences for that action. Two, I had to work with them. It wasn’t a decision I should take lightly, but damn if they weren’t making that decision very tempting.

Ken kept studying the side of my face, as if I wouldn’t feel his eyes on me. And now Jack was using his thumb to rub the skin on my hand. My body was reacting in ways I wished it wouldn’t. My dick was perking up, my heart was racing, and I felt like this bubble of energy that just might pop at any second. Their nearness, their light touches, were playing havoc with my senses.

“You seem wound up,” Ken whispered into my ear. “Need me to help with that?”

I had no idea what he was suggesting. Did I dare ask? Did I dare let my imagination run away with me? Eight months without sex was frying my brain cells, and I had to force myself not to beg them for…for what exactly?

“H-How?”

Ken slipped from his seat, turned, and lowered to his knees in front of me. My beath caught in my lungs. My eyes widened as he massaged the bulge in my pants. My gaze kept shooting to the teenagers in the front to make sure they weren’t looking our way. Jack’s hand tightened on mine, as if he knew I wanted to bolt from my seat, but he kept his gaze on the screen.

Ken leaned forward and nipped my inner thigh. I slapped a hand over my mouth to stop the yelp from escaping. He nuzzled my jean-clad balls, inhaling deeply, then looked up at me with those penetrating eyes. Our gazes stayed locked as he unfastened my pants, lowered my zipper, and nuzzled my underwear before mouthing my erection, which was trapped by my underwear.

This could not be happening. I’d never been so brazen in public. Sure, I’d held hands and occasionally did the kissing thing, but that was as far as I’d ever gone. Now Ken was kneeling on the sticky floor, his face smashed into my groin, nipping and nuzzling me like I was some kind of treat.

I sucked in a breath when he lowered the waistband of my underwear. My cock popped free, the cool air of the theater whispering across my heated skin. Jack’s hand left mine as he leaned sideways and kissed the shell of my ear.

“Relax, cub,” he whispered. “We won’t let anyone see what’s going on. Enjoy what we have to offer. No expectations afterward.”

My head nodded of its own accord. I should have stopped this. I should tell Ken to back off, but I couldn’t bring myself to utter a single word. Not when I had a hot guy between my legs, ready to suck me off. Had this been Ken’s plan all along or a spur-of-the-moment thing?

Stop thinking so hard and just let go.

I decided to take my own advice. I closed my eyes, softly groaning, which was drowned out by the noise of the movie.

“There you go,” Jack purred into my ear. “So sexy, Casey. Watching Ken pleasure you is so intoxicating.”

That was when I felt Ken’s lips on the head of my cock. I tensed, afraid I would come and show what little stamina I had right now. His lips slid over my skin, sucking my dick deeper into his mouth. Jack nibbled at my ear, and my hand—my body still having a mind of its own—searched out Jack’s groin. He was as hard as steel, his bulge damn impressive. He groaned in my ear as I massaged him through his denim, squeezing his trapped cock, wishing I could touch him without any barriers.

As if reading my thoughts, he whispered, “Do you want me to free my dick?”

My breathing stuttered as I nodded. Seconds later, I had my hand wrapped around his hard dick, stroking him slowly as Ken became bolder. He’d yanked my pants and underwear to my thighs, one hand caressing my balls, his mouth wet and warm, sucking me like a dream.

I threw my head back, my groans a little louder. Jack had grabbed my wrist, moving my hand faster. I had to be in a dream, some erotic fantasy that I didn’t want to wake from.

“K-Ken.” I couldn’t get any more words past my lips, no warning that I was there, ready to explode. Instead of pulling back, Ken devoured me. I opened my mouth to cry out, but Jack was there, swallowing my shout with his lips. He kissed me so thoroughly with his soft lips, drowning the sound in my throat as he growled into the kiss. His cock pulsed in my hand, signaling his own release.

Then Ken helped me right my clothes before he took his seat next to me again. I was winded, foggy-minded, but I didn’t want to leave him hanging. I turned to him, grabbing his crotch, drawing a hiss from him as he leaned toward me and kissed me. His kiss was equally toe-curling, making my soft cock jerk, struggling to come back to life.

Then his dick was in my hand, and I was stroking him as Jack nibbled at my back, his hand drawing up and down my side. It was sensory overload. I still couldn’t believe I was doing this but trusted that Jack would shield us from prying eyes.

“Almost there,” Ken groaned as he punched his hips upward. “Squeeze it a little tighter, hon.”

In that moment, I had a wild urge to crawl onto Ken’s lap and beg him to fuck me into oblivion. I wanted to ride his pole, because, as amazing as that blowjob had been, it hadn't relieved a damn thing inside of me. I was still hornier than ever.

Ken slammed his lips against mine as he came, his spunk shooting all over my hand. Jack had slipped his hand past my waistband, and his finger was rubbing the crease of my ass.

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