Heat Race - Tanya Chris Page 0,17

needed it so badly. The rough hands holding him down only made him need it worse, and he squirmed harder, wanting their forceful response. He wasn’t going anywhere because he was already there.

“There’s my boy,” Jasper said, as if he’d been hoping to provoke exactly the reaction he’d gotten. “Nice and greedy for it.”

“Please,” Jack Henry gasped out. Three alphas and not so much as a finger in him.

“Oh, now he says please.” Jasper grinned at Elias, sharing the joke with him, but he gave Jack Henry what he needed, easing a finger into his ass, breaching him where he’d only ever dreamed of being breached. He’d never even finger-fucked himself—not out of a desire for purity, but because he’d known it wouldn’t be enough.

Jasper’s finger was a new presence, awakening sensation in the lower reaches of his channel as it withdrew and pressed in again, the motion little better than a tease. Jack Henry ground down, matching Jasper’s rhythm without needing any instruction on how to do it. This was a dance, and he was a dancer. He’d only been waiting for a partner.

“More,” he begged.

“Our boy’s a quick learner,” Jasper teased. “Some omegas need to be warmed up, but not this one.”

Jack Henry shook his head. The whole evening had been foreplay, from beginning to end. Right from the starting line where these three had assessed him while he’d assessed them, all the way up to this moment. He was done with foreplay.

“I want someone to fuck me.”

“Who though?” Jasper asked, as if he knew the answer. It always came down to who. But this wasn’t a difficult decision. Jasper had experience. He would know how to make it good, as good as a first time ought to be. Later, Jack Henry would have to decide who to spend the rest of his life with. The safe call was one of the other two—the trustworthy, the known—which meant he might never be fucked by Jasper again. So he was for sure getting fucked by him now.

“You,” he insisted. “Fuck me.”

Jasper laughed. “Our omega knows what he wants and isn’t afraid to ask for it.”

Our omega. Jack Henry liked the sound of that. He wanted to belong to all of them, but right at the moment—

“Now!” he said, because it wasn’t happening fast enough. Jasper’s jokey banter was fine for a chitty-chat situation, but what he wanted was Jasper’s cock, not a smart mouth.

Then Jasper leaned over and sucked Jack Henry’s cock up into his smart mouth, and it turned out that would do just fine.

“Wow.” Saul leaned down to talk right into his ear. “That feels good, doesn’t it?”

He didn’t bother to answer, because obviously it felt good. His hips were gyrating back and forth, up and down, chasing Jasper’s smart mouth and clever tongue as they roamed over him, never quite enough, always leaving him wanting more.

“You could try it,” Jasper suggested to Saul, popping off Jack Henry’s cock to talk, which Jack Henry found pretty exasperating. “Give Jack Henry your cock to suck on.”

“Yeah, give it to me.” A cock in his mouth would help keep him grounded. Because Jasper had him flying, as if he specialized in erotic torture.

Saul let out a noise so happy it sounded like Jack Henry was already sucking him and swung a leg over his torso, straddling him, blocking his view of what Jasper was doing to his cock, though he could still feel it. So wet, such strong suction, so much contact and friction. And then Jasper reinserted his finger, and Jack Henry screamed, bucking up in a desperate need for more.

“I’m a little nervous about this,” Saul said. “He might bite my dick right off.”

“He’s feral, all right,” Jasper said, making it sound like a compliment.

Jack Henry opened his mouth. He really wanted Saul’s cock. It was as long as a Popsicle, the perfect sucker. Saul fed it in, giving him only the tip until he proved he could take it without biting down. Jack Henry had no idea what he was doing, but Saul let him be sloppy and random. He licked when breathing got difficult and sucked when he needed the distraction. He tried to mimic what Jasper was doing to him, but the more he thought about what Jasper was doing to him, the less he could do anything to Saul at all.

Saul wasn’t complaining though. He was rocking gently, thrusting back and forth and making happy humming noises as if he wasn’t even conscious