Page 36 of The Alpha's Triplets

Thoughts were racing through Eleanor’s mind. She wanted this. She knew that she wanted this. She didn’t want it to end. Couldn’t he see that? She sat up and held Blake’s wrist.

He looked down at her and she saw hunger pass over his face again. He wanted her too, she reminded herself. If he went away now, she didn’t know if they would be brave enough to try again. She had no intentions of trying again.

She looked into his eyes. “It’s alright. You don’t have to be sorry. You don’t need to run away from this. I want it too. I’ve always wanted this.”

She pulled down his jeans and sat on the edge of the couch. She looked up at him once more, loving the look he had on his face. Good. She took his cock in one hand and stuffed it slowly into her mouth.

“Fuck.” Blake’s voice was shaky, barely louder than a whisper. He held the back of Eleanor’s head and sighed contentedly.

Eleanor had never given a blow job before, but she’d read enough books to know how it was supposed to be. She’d always wondered what it would feel like when she eventually did it, and she was not surprised to find that the books barely told the whole story.

For starters, they hadn’t prepared her for the rubbery feel and taste of a real cock, and it certainly felt nothing like a banana. She’d also not been expecting it to fill up her mouth the way it did.

She loved the sounds coming from Blake—his moans encouraged her that she was doing a good enough job for her first time. His hand tightened around her hair, and his breathing started sounding heavier. She felt him clench his ass and it hit her immediately what was about to happen.

Blake made to pull away from her but she held him firmly. She looked up at him and shook her head. He looked confused for a moment before his face twisted and contorted. He shut his eyes and tilted his head to the sky, his entire body going rigid.

Eleanor shut her eyes too, waiting for the inevitable, her heart beating fast with anticipation. When Blake came, it felt like nothing she had read in the books. It filled up her mouth and overflowed, dribbling from the side of her mouth.

The taste was so strange, she felt the sudden urge to throw up. She shut her mind, and listened only to his cries as he emptied his sack inside her mouth. She felt everything, and it was remarkable just how much she enjoyed giving him an orgasm.

When he pulled his cock out of her mouth, it was still shockingly erect, dripping with semen and saliva. Without thinking about it, she gulped once, ignoring how sticky it felt in her throat.

Blake was smiling when she looked up again. “Now that was crazy.” His breathing had evened out, but his chest still rose and fell steadily. “My turn.”

He kicked off his shoes and took off his jeans, and then laid Eleanor on her back. He pressed his nose to her panties and let out a satisfying moan. He lifted one of her legs over the back of the couch and got comfortable between her legs.

Eleanor bit her lip and shut her eyes, waiting for what her books had described as “the single most amazing thing a lover can do to a woman.”

She didn’t know what to feel when Blake ran his tongue over her panties. It was such an alien sensation that she had no idea how to process it. Goosebumps spread all over her body, and she felt as if her insides were on fire. He did it again, this time slower, and sucked in air loudly as he did so.

“Oh God,” she whispered, squeezing her eyes shut as she tried to writhe away from him. He held her waist and kept her in place, nestling his face deeper into her groin and lapping at her panties with more desire.

Eleanor felt something in her back, and before she could process what it was, she felt her entire body get as tight as a spring. Her mind was blank and she saw stars in her vision the next moment. She drifted out of the physical world, and for a moment, she felt like she finally understood what Scarlet had been trying to teach them earlier.

She couldn’t feel her face, but she knew she was smiling. Not in the normal way, with her eyes and mouth, but in a way she couldn’t explain. It felt more real and more honest.

She’d just had her first orgasm with a man… It was so much better than doing it by herself.

When she finally opened her eyes again, she found Blake still perched between her legs, kissing her soiled panties. He looked up at her and grinned. She knew she shouldn’t have felt embarrassed, but she did.

She didn’t have long to think about that. Just when she thought the night couldn’t get any better, Blake shifted her panties to the side with a finger. His finger brushed over her wetness and she saw sparks fly in her vision.

Whatever she’d felt earlier, it was intensified several hundred fold when Blake stuck a finger inside her. It didn’t go too deep or too far, but it was a whole new experience for her. She was still processing what was happening when he brought his tongue down on her sensitive nub.

She didn’t know when she started crying. The tears poured out of her eyes and she realized, through a veil of reality, that she’d just experienced another orgasm. She’d been drifting in limbo, and couldn’t quite explain what had happened to her. Her body, though, had acted with remarkable autonomy.

Blake brought his head level with hers, and worry spread all over his face. “Oh, Eleanor. Did I hurt you? Are you alright?”

She hated herself for crying as much as she was, but she felt so freaking good. She wanted to find a name to describe what was going on inside her but she didn’t have the words. So she cried.

She shook her head slowly. “I’m fine. I promise.” Her voice sounded strange in her ears. Everything felt strange.

Blake’s jaw was still dripping with liquid, and she didn’t need to be a scientist to figure out where it had come from. She covered her eyes. “Looks like I ruined your couch.”

He laughed softly. “We could always have it reupholstered.”

“Was that supposed to make me feel better?” she asked.

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