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than one orgasm. With three mates, he had to be.

JACK HENRY

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Elias was so damned good at this. Most of the blowjobs Jack Henry got came from Elias, since Jasper and Saul were happy to blow each other and everyone wanted their turn at his ass. The result was that Elias had honed his technique to a specific perfection.

Jack Henry lay on his back on one of their mattresses, avoiding the central dip because he knew from experience that too much wriggling would cause the mattresses to separate. Elias was between his thighs, refusing to spin around so Jack Henry could return the favor.

“I’d rather fuck you,” Elias said, “and I only get one shot at this.”

“That’s not even true,” Jack Henry complained. Elias often had a second round in him, and it was only the two of them tonight.

Was that an issue? Should they not be doing this? Before he could fully ponder the question, Elias sucked him so hard it almost hurt and his brain short circuited. It felt so good—the warm wetness of Elias’s rough tongue and the light scrape of his fangs, which were exactly pointy enough to stimulate without piercing. Jasper’s fangs terrified him. Not that Jasper would ever hurt him. None of his mates would hurt him. They only fucked and fucked and fucked him. He was the most spoiled, luckiest omega in the world, which was why the kernel of dissatisfaction growing in his chest didn’t make any sense.

What did he have to be dissatisfied about? Jasper treated him respectfully, Elias was still his best friend, and he got to ogle Saul with his shirt off on a regular basis. The dance classes were going great, with more omegas showing up every week, and Dee let him keep every penny of the proceeds. She lamented not being able to pay him for the work he’d been doing in her office, but it wasn’t like he had anything else to do. He couldn’t spend his every waking moment getting fucked, much as he would like to.

Only when one of his mates had their cock in his ass did that kernel of dissatisfaction recede, as if he were constantly in a low-grade heat, even between real heats. He needed to be fucked—needed it so badly that he wanted to rush through Elias’s amazing blowjob to get to the good stuff.

“Fuck me,” he begged, even as he thrust up his hips to chase Elias’s mouth.

“Come first,” Elias returned. His voice—muffled around a mouthful of Jack Henry’s balls—sounded as needy as Jack Henry felt.

He groaned. He was being tortured with pleasure. It felt so good, but there was more out there, a more he couldn’t quite get to even as he exploded down Elias’s throat. Pleasure swamped him so thoroughly he lost track of his body’s insistence for a moment, but it came back the moment his spasms receded.

“Now,” he demanded. He deserved what he had coming to him, and that was a cock.

“You don’t want to rest?” Elias sounded blissed out. More blissed out than Jack Henry felt. He rubbed his face along Jack Henry’s thigh, nuzzling his lips against his cock and balls. Jack Henry kicked him, demanding like a toddler until Elias gave in with a fond snort.

“All right, all right. One fuck, coming up. Roll over, Jackie.”

Yes! Jack Henry liked it better on all fours than in any other position. His cock was soft, having just shot its load and not yet recovered, but he didn’t care. All his attention was focused inward on that magic button that daily got more insistent. He moaned, a constant sound of satisfaction rumbling through him at finally getting what he needed.

Elias fucked him slowly at first, letting him recover, but as soon as his dick perked up, he really got going, ramming into him with so much force it could be Jasper back there. He’d been foolish to think Elias wouldn’t be able to do this for him. Except Jasper had a knot, and knots were the most amazing thing on earth.

If Elias had claimed him, he would never have known knots existed, but now that he knew, he needed them. He loved how much come pumped out of Jasper’s knot. Except that it poured out uselessly into a condom. Elias would never have Jasper’s volume but what difference did it make? His come was just as wasted. Jack Henry hated it.

When his body realized it’d been cheated of another load, his contented moaning changed back to