Room 215, page 3
I circled Bron and came around to where Nathan was sitting. I took my husband’s hand and drew him up to standing, and the three of us took a collective breath. “Anyone can change their minds,” I assured them. “No judgment, no explanation necessary.” I looked first at Bron, then turned to Nathan, squeezing his hand. “I mean it. We don’t have to do this if you’re not comfortable.”
Nathan’s throat worked as he gulped, but he met my gaze head on. “I want to do this.”
Bron nodded. “Me too. You guys will make the best parents. You deserve this, and I’m honored to be the man you chose to help you.” His words brought a warm smile to Nathan’s lips, his eyes softening.
“Okay, then,” I said, nodding. “Let’s do this.” I released Nathan’s hand and walked over to my suitcase. I pulled out the contract and laid it out on the small wooden table placed in front of the window. “I figure we should get all the boring stuff out of the way first, then we can have some fun.” I winked at Bron to lighten the sting of what we were asking.
Bron walked over, nodding. We’d already discussed this, he knew what the contract said, but he took the time to read it over again. The papers would release him from any obligation or responsibility. To protect Bron’s rights, he would not be required to pay any child support, and likewise, to protect ourselves, he would have no legal right to the children. For all intents and purposes, he would not be their father.
Finally, he picked up the pen and scribbled his name, then he cleared his throat. “Right. Now what?” He chuckled lightly, a deep rumble in his chest. “I’ve never done this before.”
I laughed. “We haven’t either, but I assume this would work better if we weren’t all wearing pants.” This had Nathan laughing, his shoulders relaxing a fraction.
I couldn’t expect Nathan to be the one to make the first move, as he was by far the most tightly wound of all of us; he was actually clutching the sides of his shirt closed, so I decided it would be me who went first. I reached up and unbuttoned my shirt, not too fast, not too slow. Bron followed my lead, quickly shucking his shirt. Nathan, never one to be left behind, finally cleared his throat and pulled off his own.
Once we were all bare-chested, I walked over to where my phone was sitting on the dresser and put on some quiet music to fill in the awkward silence. “Did you want a drink?” I asked over my shoulder.
Nathan immediately spat out, “Gods, yes,” while Bron said, “Gods, no.”
I laughed at their similar though opposite answers. Bron explained, “I don’t want to have any trouble getting it up… you know… since it’s the only reason I’m here.”
I allowed my eyes to trail down to where his cock was clearly outlined against the fabric. “No worries about that,” I assured him. “Besides, I promise that Nathan and I are quite experienced with pleasuring each other if you want to sit out for a round.”
“That’s… kinda hot,” he admitted, smiling shyly.
Pouring Nathan a glass of rum and Coke from the hotel’s mini-fridge, I stalked toward my husband. “Well, then, maybe we’ll have to give him a show.”
Nathan’s eyes were glued to mine as he snatched the glass from my hand and tipped it back, guzzling it down. It overflowed the rim of the cup and trickled down over his chest. “Shit,” he cursed.
“Don’t worry, I’ll get it,” I told him, my voice sultry. I lowered my mouth to his chest and lapped at the dribble. I licked upward, teasing over his nipple, and he choked out a moan. His fingers tangled into my hair, tugging at me, urging me up his neck and jaw, the rasp of his five-o’clock stubble on my tongue. I moved over his chin and claimed his mouth, kissing him passionately. Without pulling away from the kiss, I opened my eyes and looked over at Bron. He was breathing heavily, his chest heaving, and his hand was rubbing at his crotch.
In the end, we would have the children we wanted, but that didn’t mean we couldn’t have a lot of fun in the process. Leaning back, I reached between us and began working on my belt. “How about I go first?” I suggested.
Nathan looked back and forth between me and Bron and then, surprising me, he said, “No, I want to go first.”
“You do?” I asked, my face scrunching up in confusion.
He nodded firmly. “I know how much you love to watch,” he said, offering a shaky smirk. “I want to do this for you. Please let me.”
“Gods, I love you,” I panted, pulling him back into a searing kiss. We lost ourselves for a moment, chest to chest, hands roaming. It was both familiar and brand-new, all at once. I was all too aware of Bron’s gaze taking in every bit of it, and when I heard the tell-tale sound of his pants being undone, I pulled away with a gasp.
Nathan opened his eyes, blinking dreamily. “Come, my love,” I whispered. “Let’s start our family.” I led him over to where Bron was waiting, his pants hanging open and exposing his plaid boxers. The head of his cock was peeking from the waistband, and as tempted as I was to lean down and have my first taste, I thought that might be rushing things a bit. We would have plenty of time to get better acquainted with each other’s bodies, so for now, I decided to take things slow.
With Nathan’s fingers entwined with mine, I guided his hand up to Bron’s chest. “May we?” I asked Bron softly.
“Please, yes,” he groaned, sounding almost as if he were in pain. Nathan’s touch was slow and gentle, tentative at first, and I knew he was worried about me getting jealous of him being with another man. And I could admit, I had been a little worried about the same thing. Jealousy was a natural part of any marriage, but instead… this was just hot. I liked watching him touch Bron. I trusted the alpha not to overstep the boundaries of this agreement, and I trusted Nathan’s love for me.
Besides, it wasn’t just my husband touching another man. I got to be a part of this as well.
I closed the distance with Bron, close enough that my nipples hardened as they skated over his chest, goosebumps raising on my bare flesh. Nathan’s other hand came to my back, urging us together. Bron was several inches taller than I was, so I had to reach up and grab the back of his neck. Without even opening his eyes, he obeyed my subtle direction and brought his mouth down to mine.
Bron’s lips were softer than I’d expected, full and tender, cautious as he tested what kind of pressure I liked. And when his lips parted and his tongue slid into my mouth, I moaned and tightened my grip on his neck. It was different, new, but not unpleasant at all. He was a great kisser, and I was excited to see what else he could do with that tongue.
I reluctantly broke the kiss, nibbling his bottom lip before I took a breath. “And now you two,” I prompted, stepping back so Nathan could get a preview of what was to come.
Nathan was visibly nervous, but his eyes were focused on Bron’s mouth as he leaned in. I watched with rapt fascination as the strained closed-mouth kiss slowly melted into something more, something passionate. Nathan opened his mouth, granting access, and Bron took advantage and swept his tongue between my husband’s lips.
Nathan gave a little whimper, his fingers gripping at my arm, dragging me in. He didn’t want to do any part of this without me, and while he said he wanted me to watch, that didn’t mean I had to do it from the other side of the room or anything.
I moved around to Nathan’s back and kissed and sucked at his neck, inching my hands down to the front of his pants. He arched his hips, grinding his ass back into my erection, and as amazing as that felt, it wasn’t going to get either of us what we wanted. That wasn’t why we were here.
While they continued to kiss, we all fumbled with buttons and zippers until three piles of clothing were on the floor. I knew Nathan was bound to be anxious about what came next, so I turned him around in Bron’s arms until he was facing me, and I wrapped a hand around his hard length, squeezing gently and making him gasp.
“Don’t close your eyes,” I told him. “I’m right here.”
I didn’t know exactly what Bron was doing, but it had to be good, because Nathan’s knees just about buckled. I felt the exact moment when Nathan tipped forward into raw lust, loving being sandwiched between two men.
4
Nathan
When the tip of Bron’s finger tickled at my opening, I admit, I panicked. I was so nervous that my ass clamped tight on his finger at first, as he probed at my hole tentatively, but as Wesley stroked my cock just the way I liked, I felt myself relaxing. Slick seeped out between my cheeks, coating Bron’s fingers, and eased his journey deeper into my tight hole. When he curled his finger to massage my prostate, I felt my eyes roll back into my head.
Bron’s touch was different from what I was used to, which was expected after only being with one man for almost a decade, but I had assumed it would be more awkward, less… enjoyable. Was it wrong that this felt good? Did it mean I wasn’t being fully faithful to my husband?
But when I looked into Wesley’s eyes, I knew that wasn’t the case at all. He was right here with me, and he seemed to be enjoying the show. How would I feel as I watched my mate being fucked by another man? Would I be able to handle it so easily?
“Shit.” I gasped as I felt a second finger being added to the first. “Oh, fuck,” I gritted out, unable to stop my hips from grinding back against his hand. Bron was being infinitely gentle. This would almost be easier for me if he bent me over and got it over with. In and out, over quickly. This was… fuck, it was amazing. Wesley’s strokes along my shaft picked up in pace, his pupils dilating with need.
The dual sensations, front and back, were going to push me over the edge too quickly. “Wait,” I panted, and both men froze. I had to fight myself not to continue moving on Bron’s fingers.
“Do you want to take a break or stop completely?” Wesley asked. I loved my husband so much, his constant care for my happiness and wellbeing. And I wanted him to feel as good as I did.
I dropped my head forward onto his shoulder, shaking my head. “No, I don’t want to stop, just change things up a bit. I want you to lie down on the bed. I want you in my mouth while he takes me from behind. I want to be filled, every part of me.”
“Gods, Nathan,” Wesley groaned, his grip on my length tightening just a fraction as he pictured what I was describing.
With my hands on his shoulders, I urged him to step back. He reluctantly released his hold on me and sat on the bed, sliding himself back until he was propped up on the headboard. His dick stood straight up, bobbing with the movement. “Is this how you want me?” he asked.
I licked my lips, allowing my eyes to travel over every inch of his body. I had always found him attractive, but I swore he’d gotten better with age. His muscles were toned and tight, and I loved the way his abs bunched as he settled into position.
“Yeah,” I panted, “just like that.”
I moved slowly, and Bron moved with me, his fingers still ensconced in my entrance. When I bumped up against the edge of the bed, his breath fluttered past my ear as he growled, “Bend over for me.” The low pitch of his voice sent goosebumps scattering over my flesh, and I was quick to obey. I leaned onto the bed on all fours and crawled until my mouth was hovering over my husband’s thick erection.
I looked up and our eyes locked. An entire conversation passed between us in the blink of an eye. Our undying love, our promise of a future together, our dream of a family finally within our reach… and even then, if either of us wanted to stop, there would be no hard feelings. In that gaze, however, we were both in agreement—this was worth it. And not only that, but it was going to be fun.
With my ass in the air, Bron slowly began to work his fingers once more, and it took everything I had to keep my eyes open as I lowered my mouth to Wesley’s tip. I lapped the bead of salty precum off the head of his cock, savoring his flavor on my tongue, before inching him into my mouth. The smooth skin felt like heaven against my tongue as I massaged the vein running along the underside of his shaft.
I felt the bed dip behind me as Bron moved onto the mattress. As I continued moving with languid slowness up and down my husband's cock, Bron tapped my knee to have me widen my stance. “Wider,” he coaxed.
I nearly whimpered at the loss of his fingers when he removed them from my ass. It was only for a moment, though, because I soon felt something much more significant pushing at my entrance. I told myself his size didn’t matter when it came to getting me pregnant. A knot was a knot, and his seed would be just as useful for our purpose no matter the girth or length of his member. But… as he began to ease in, stretching me wider, I decided his size was definitely a perk.
As Bron moved deeper inside of me, filling every inch of my channel, I moaned around my husband’s cock in my mouth. “Gods, Nathan,” Wesley panted, his fingers tangling in my hair. “Your mouth is so hot.” I angled myself so I could look up at him from under my lashes. His face was flushed and damp with sweat, and I knew he was holding back his climax. I knew him better than anyone, and he wanted to make this last as long as he could.
I tried to slow my pace up and down his shaft, but as Bron’s grip tightened on my hips and he began to thrust, I knew it was a lost cause. The way Bron drilled into me, it hit somewhere deep inside. Slick was dripping down my thighs as he pistoned in and out of my ass. He wasn’t being gentle anymore. I knew he must’ve been getting close. Wesley, perhaps sensing the first of many peaks, began to thrust upward into my waiting mouth, eager to join us in falling over the cliff.
Gods, never in my life had I felt so full. I loved the way these two men were using my body, fucking my holes. Over the distant music, there was a non-stop soundtrack of sucking and slurping, a rhythmic wet slap of flesh, and moans, groans, panting breath.
Regardless of how nervous I’d been when we began, tension began to spool low in my gut. It had become a race to the finish line to see who would come first.
“Last… chance… to stop,” Bron grunted out behind me.
My mouth was full, so I couldn’t very well answer him with words, so instead I arched my back, trying to signal that I was ready for him, for his knot. A giddy excitement raced through me, making me tingle all the way to my toes.
With a final thrust, Bron slammed into me, crying out. I felt him jerking inside me, pumping me full of his semen. As I felt his knot slipping inside my entrance, expanding and sliding upward, my balls clenched, my cum erupting from the tip of my cock onto the bed below. I whimpered around my full mouth, trying to keep moving for my husband.
Wesley’s hands tightened in my hair, almost to the point of pain, as he jerked beneath me. “I love you, my omega,” he gritted out, right before he released his warm, salty cum into my mouth. It was hard to swallow in the throes of my orgasm, but I was desperate for it, the familiarity and comfort of knowing a piece of him was inside me, along with Bron’s seed.
I finally allowed Wesley to slip from my mouth, slowly softening, though I suspected not for long. Bron’s arm came around my waist to steady me as he lowered us to the mattress beside Wesley. My husband brought his arm around me too, cocooning me between them. It was almost too warm, but I wouldn’t have moved from this spot for all the money in the world. I felt so cherished.
“How was that?” Bron asked softly, his quick breathing returning to normal as his knot deflated enough to slide from my ass.
“Well,” I said after a moment, sharing a look with Wesley, “I’m not sure if I’m pregnant yet, if that’s what you’re asking. As for your performance, I give you an A-plus.”
Bron chuckled, rolling to his back and staring up at the ceiling. “I didn’t want to come too fast,” he admitted. “But if you’d rather get it over with…”
“No, no!” I assured him. “We want you to get some enjoyment out of this too.”
“Exactly,” Wesley agreed, reaching across me to place a hand on Bron’s chest in comfort. “You’re doing us a massive favor. Please, tell us what we can do for you. Anything at all. If it’s in our power to give, it’s yours.”
Bron laughed, the vibration of it running down my body when our skin connected. “Trust me, you’re doing plenty.”
Wesley gave me a wink and crawled over me, giving me a lingering kiss on the way by. Then he continued over to Bron and straddled him. “You know what I think?” he asked coyly, shimmying down Bron’s body.
Bron’s throat bobbed in a gulp as he watched Wesley’s progress moving lower. “What?” he asked, his voice breathy.
“I think I’d love to taste my husband’s slick on your cock.”
It was a fascinating thing witnessing Wesley’s tongue working over Bron’s shaft. He started off soft, but as Wes ministered to him, licking him clean before drawing him into his mouth, Bron’s length hardened and thickened until it was more than a mouthful.
I knew from experience how good Wesley was at that, and the mere thought was enough to have my own erection building again. I watched as Bron’s head fell back against the pillow, his eyes closed, and his sweat-rumpled hair fell adorably across his forehead.
“Mmm,” Wes purred as he popped off Bron’s dick. “Nice recovery time,” he praised. “Are you ready for more?”
“Hell yes,” Bron agreed huskily, nodding.
Wesley crawled back up the alpha’s body until his ass was hovering over the thick staff. He oh, so slowly lowered himself down, groaning in bliss, and I couldn’t help myself, I leaned closer for a better look.
I was startled when Bron’s fingers brushed over my arm. “Sit on my face,” he demanded when I looked up and our gazes met.
“What?” I asked, mouth gaping. “Oh…” I supposed I thought my role was done this round, now that I’d been knotted. Oral sex didn’t have anything to do with making a baby. This was purely for pleasure.
Wesley reached down and took my hand, drawing me up. “Together in everything,” he panted, his tongue darting out to lick his lips. “Please, I don’t want to do this without you.”
