61. Resa

Chapter 61

Resa

I watch Blaine go. Despite telling myself literally a second ago to not push if he's not ready, I still want to do it anyway. "Will he be okay?"

"He's come a long way." Garrison grasps my hips with both hands, tugging me into his chest and wrapping his arms around me. "One day he might surprise himself by going even further than he thought he could go."

"How far?"

He dips his head, and his lips cling to mine in a kiss so deep and luscious I rise to my tiptoes, stretching up for more. His cock nudges my lower belly as he breaks the kiss to say, "As far as this."

Vaughn steps into my back, tucking himself close as he strokes his hands over my waist and trails a series of hot kisses along my neck. "And like this."

Garrison's lips re-claim mine as, for one long decadent minute, I'm pinned between two men who want me as badly as I want them.

Then Garrison breaks the kiss, and I frown when he takes a step back. "This is enough."

It takes my brain a second to re-start. "What?"

Vaughn gives my throat one last kiss before he moves around me to stand beside Garrison. "You being back, beautiful."

Okay, so maybe it takes more than a second for my brain to re-start because I'm still not getting this. "I don't understand."

A brief flare of amusement turns Garrison's hazel eyes nearly gold. "I want you."

"So do I," Vaughn says, his tropical blue eyes half-lidded.

I think I see where this is going now.

" Together ?" I force myself to slow my breathing as need spikes in my belly.

Hunger darkens Garrison's gaze as his chest rises with his excitement. "Together."

I lick my dry lips and Vaughn's pulse jumps in response.

"And how would together work?" I imagine being pinned between them, maybe both of them taking turns thrusting into me. My nipples pebble and my heart races even faster.

"Would you like us to tell you?" Garrison raises a brow as his voice deepens.

"Or show you?" Vaughn's gaze dips, lingering on my breasts. His fingers flex as if he's envisioning putting his hands on me, and I wish he would. I wish they both would.

"Oh, I'm a visual learner." I back up, sliding the pool house glass doors open without looking when I bump into it. "I think you'll have to show me."

Backing into a room filled with cushions and throws was only ever going to end one way.

Me yelping as I trip over something and thump onto my back. At least I land on cushions. Vaughn and Garrison follow me down, which is even better.

"You are…" Garrison smiles down at me as he sweeps hair from my brow.

I blush. "An idiot who should maybe try looking where they're going?"

He claims my lips in a soft, sweet kiss. "Perfect." His kiss moves from my lips, gliding along my jaw, my throat, and my shoulder. "You are perfect."

And as I lower my head, curious about how far he's planning on taking these kisses, Vaughn grips my chin, angles my head to the left, and slants his mouth over mine, distracting me.

Garrison presses my thighs open and drops a kiss on my right inner knee.

My eyes fly open in surprise.

"Vaughn." Garrison blows warm air over me and I moan. "Give her a second."

Vaughn lifts his head, eyes heavy-lidded. His jaw hardens as his gaze travels down the length of my body where Garrison has shoved my dress up over my hips.

Garrison shrugs out of his shirt, and as I watch, he nudges my damp panties aside and pushes my thighs even wider apart. His back and shoulder muscles ripple as he makes himself comfortable until his mouth is an inch from my exposed pussy.

Breathing suddenly becomes very, very difficult.

Garrison licks his lips as he stares between my thighs like someone just piled up a plate of all his favorite desserts and offered it to him for the taking. "Since Vaughn's phone call destroyed my ability to get any work done, I've been very much looking forward to this."

I gulp. "But you did it before."

When I was in heat.

His eyes hook mine and a smile curls his lips. "That was… medicinal." I swallow a smile at my own words being thrown back at me. His amusement soon fades. "This is about giving you everything, Resa."

He dips his head between my thighs and laps me with his long, rough tongue like he's been wandering a desert, stumbled on an oasis and intends to lap up every bit of water in it.

Except it's me he's licking like he doesn't need to come up for air.

I grab onto his hair, holding where I want him, my hips punching up as he licks, sucks, and drives me insane. Vaughn claims my lips as he caresses my breasts, tugging my nipples hard enough to make me whimper, then soothing the sting with indulgent heavy caresses.

I wiggle, grinding down as Garrison's tongue grows more insistent.

Fabric tears. I'm no longer wearing panties at all. Garrison groans, using his tongue, the edge of his teeth, and one thick index finger to drive me into an explosive release.

My back arches as I break Vaughn's kiss, sucking air into my lungs as I shatter.

Vaughn tucks my face against his neck as I re-learn how to breathe. He strokes the back of my hair as Garrison skims his fingers over my hips, occasionally dropping sweet kisses on my inner thighs.

"Recovered, beautiful?" Vaughn asks long minutes later, rubbing his chin over the top of my hair. It's a surprisingly sweet and loving gesture that I lean into.

I tilt my head back and meet his gaze. "You say that like there's more to come."

His grin is boyish as he sits up, grips his shirt, and pulls it off. "Baby, we haven't even started yet."

"Oh?" I absorb his muscled chest inches from my face and my mouth is dry.

Garrison drops another kiss on my hip before he sits up, reaching for the waistband of his pants as Vaughn gets to his feet and reaches for his.

I don't know where to look.

But since Garrison is slower at unbuttoning his pants than Vaughn, my eyes settle on Vaughn's hands as I wait eagerly for him to drop his pants and I can finally see what he was rubbing against my hip.

The omega in me is eager for skin to skin. As I grab my dress to pull it off, Vaughn and Garrison forget what they were supposed to be undressing. Their eyes bounce between my hands, the hem of my rising dress, my breasts, and their stares are hungry.

I tug my dress over my head, tossing it aside. Vaughn's pants follow my dress, and suddenly, I know exactly where to look.

I lick my lips.

"You look hungry, baby," Vaughn murmurs.

I get to my knees and crawl over the cushions toward him with one goal in mind. "I might be a little hungry."

"Something in particular you want to taste?" he continues in that same amused tone, and I know I'll find a smile lurking in his eyes.

Stopping an inch from his cock, I lift my head to meet his amused gaze. "A beta who I love," I tell him quietly.

His face freezes for a split-second, and he lifts his hand to stroke my jaw as his expression softens. "That right?"

"It is."

He combs his fingers through my hair, and I lean in, giving the tip of his cock a teasing lick.

His hand fists, almost painfully. As I draw him into my mouth, he sways, and a groan rumbles from deep in his chest.

He slowly sinks in front of me, both hands in my hair as I lower myself so I can keep doing what just brought him to his knees.

"Fuck, Resa," he breathes.

I keep sucking, easing my head back to drag in a deep breath before I swallow him again.

The next time I move back, my ass bumps into a very hard, very erect cock.

I moan as Garrison grips my hips, holding me steady as he slides his cock between my thighs. I tighten them, trapping him between my legs as I rock back, and he groans, hips jerking.

"Resa?" Garrison groans. "I need to be inside you."

Mouth full, determined to draw more of those gasping groans from Vaughn, I push back into Garrison so he knows I want it too.

Garrison pulls his hand from my hip and drags a finger down over my pussy. I'm wet, slick leaking down my inner thighs and over his cock. I pause my sucking at the hungry sound Garrison just made.

Vaughn groans. "Me. Give me a taste of our omega."

Another finger drags down my slit, and I lift my head, watching as Vaughn sucks my juices from Garrison's finger. It is… hot. Really fucking hot. I part my thighs and tilt my hips, eager for Garrison to give me his knot.

Vaughn's eyes slam shut and his head falls back as I suck him harder. Both hands cradle my face as he hisses between his teeth. "Yes. That's it, baby."

The next thing Garrison drags between my pussy isn't a finger. It's his cock.

I moan around Vaughn as Garrison groans. "Are you ready for me, Resa?"

Beyond ready.

I push back and Garrison's cock breaches me. My body opens around him, clinging to the small amount he works in and eager for more.

Garrison clasps my hips and pushes in. He's thick, so perfectly, amazingly thick. He's panting, breathing ragged as he pushes in an inch, out and then pumps again, driving to get deeper inside me.

It feels so good I suck Vaughn harder and faster until he gasps.

"Fuck. I'm close. Baby, you have to slow that down."

His cock pulses against my tongue, but I can't slow. Can't stop. Not with Garrison slowly stretching my pussy with each roll of his hips. He slams into me then, right to the hilt. I tear my mouth from Vaughn with a cry, eyes wide.

"That feel good, baby?" Sweat covers Vaughn's chest and his breath is heavy, one hand shaking slightly as he strokes the hair from my face. His cock is leaking pre-come and I want to taste. I'm bending my head to lick when Garrison pulls his cock out of me and drives fully into me again with a meaty slap.

That thrust drags a desperate moan from a part of me I didn't know existed. A starving, needy place that craves him to do that again.

"Her face," Garrison groans. "Tell me how she looked when she just made that sound."

Vaughn strokes a finger down my cheek. "She's biting her lip. Cheeks flushed the prettiest dusky rose color. Beautiful. I think she wants you to do it again."

Vaughn grips the base of his cock with one hand and strokes, eyes locked on my face. "I think she likes it a lot."

"Good." Garrison pumps.

I whimper, hands flying up to grab Vaughn. "Oh, God."

"Now?" Garrison demands.

Vaughns eyes flit over my face. "She's beyond words. Aren't you, beautiful?"

I am. Totally. All I want to do is feel. All I want to do is taste.

Garrison thrusts, which pushes my body forward. I part my lips, and as Vaughn's cock slides deep into my throat, he makes a strangled sound I swallow.

Vaughn's hands flex in my hair as he pumps, pre-come filling my mouth. He's close. And Garrison's growls as he drags my hips back when he thrusts… I'm not sure who's the most desperate to come.

I feel the first flare of Garrison's knot as he ramps up his pace, hips slapping to mine. I lose the ability to think as the sound of wet, slapping flesh and desperate moans fill the room.

Vaughn stills, fingers tighten in my hair as he spurts into my mouth. Slowly, he collapses back onto the cushions with a sigh.

Garrison slams into me. His knot blooms, locking us together, and that added pressure makes me shatter. I rip my mouth from Vaughn, screaming as I buck against Garrison.

Garrison groans as he comes, straining to go deeper when he's already deep enough. He slumps over me as I sag onto the cushions between Vaughn's spread thighs.

I'm fighting for breath when Vaughn reaches for me, pulls me into his arms and kisses me. He's still giving me deep drugging kisses when, minutes later, Garrison's knot releases me.

"Tired?" Vaughn breathes against my lips.

I loop my arms around his shoulders, absorb the heated look in his gaze, and I'm sure I can guess exactly what it means. "Not sure. Did you have something in mind?"

A slow smile pulls on the corners of his lips as he rolls me onto my back. "You had a very specific look on your face a moment ago, beautiful."

"Did I?" I ask, playing ignorant. "You might have just been seeing things."

His cock nudges my lower belly, and he strokes his hands down my waist. "Nuh-uh." He lifts my right leg, hooks it under his elbow, then repeats the action with my left leg, never looking away as he spreads my thighs apart. "It looked like you were desperate to come. And I have every intention of putting that look back on your face."

Garrison's fingers grip my chin, angling my head to claim a potent kiss that steals all the breath from my lungs. I'm breathless when he lifts his head. "And I intend to see that look for myself."

"And how—" I moan as Vaughn, on his knees between my open thighs, swivels his hips, and slowly pushes inside me.

He's longer than Garrison, not as thick, but my god, does he know how to find the perfect angle. I nearly scream as he rolls his hips again and Garrison, lying beside me with his head braced on his elbow, skims his fingers down my body and strokes my clit.

I lift my hips and try to rock back. "Fuck."

Vaughn laughs as he eases his hips away. "Not yet, beautiful. We've just started. Let's see how long we can make this last."

"A long time." I swallow my moan at Vaughn's frustratingly slow, shallow pumps as I dig my fingers into his hips. "That's how long it will last."

"Ah." Vaughn grins. "Confident, huh? Then let's step things up a bit."

He felt incredible before. When he drapes my legs over his shoulders and strokes inward again, I grab the cushions, him, anything at all as I slam my eyes shut, arch my back, and moan as I fight not to come. My hips are up off the cushions, so each slow penetration brings me flush against him.

This angle is… everything .

"How is that, beautiful?" Vaughn's jaw is tight as he pumps, leaning ever so slightly over me. Each thrust is literal perfection and I'm counting down the seconds until I start begging for him to move faster.

"Okay, I guess," I lie.

"Maybe there's something I can do to help things along." Garrison smiles at me and drops a brief kiss on my lips, then looks at Vaughn. "Lift her."

Lift me?

Vaughn leans back a little, grasps my hips with both hands, and lifts me a few inches up off the cushions. As he lifts, with my legs still draped over his shoulders, Garrison slides under me, my back to his chest.

"Put her down," Garrison softly orders as he wraps one arm around my middle.

"What are you…" My breath leaves me in a wheeze as Garrison slides two thick fingers over my pussy. His hand disappears when I wish it would return, then I feel the tip of his cock. It's wetter than it should be. I figure out pretty quick what he was doing with the slick he gathered when his cock slides between the cheeks of my ass.

It is very clear where he intends to put it.

I stop breathing.

Garrison kisses the back of my neck. His caress is light, but the arm he wraps around my middle is nothing less than possessive. "So, Resa, you think you can last a long time with me in your ass and Vaughn in your pussy?"

Not a hope in hell.

I clear my throat and feign casualness as my body clamps around Vaughn. I'd thought about them taking me together, and that's exactly what I'm getting. The thought alone is pushing me closer to release. "Sure."

"I can feel the way you're rippling around me, beautiful." Vaughn's smile is slow, but the pulsing vein in his neck proves he's not as calm as he appears. "You wanted us to show you how we'd take you, beautiful. You still want that?"

I gulp, summon iron will, and lie through my teeth. "I want it. But it's still going to take a long time."

Garrison closes his teeth around my earlobe and gently bites down, making me moan. "Then let's see how long you can take of the things we've dreamed of doing to you, huh?"

Vaughn keeps up the same steady thrusts as Garrison uses the tip of his little finger, his index finger, and then his thumb, using my slick as lubrication before he works each digit into my ass.

As Vaughn slowly pumps, I struggle to absorb the sweet stretch and burn as Garrison takes his time to prepare my body to take him. There's no rushing him, and I do try.

When I'm breathing hard, my body dotted with perspiration, Garrison tucks his cock between my cheeks, grips my hips and holds me steady as he starts to push inward.

"Oh…" My breath rushes out of me as Garrison pauses.

"Too much?"

"No," I breathe, closing my eyes as I fight to stay still.

Vaughn continues his gentle thrusting.

"You are so tight. Do you know how it feels to have you squeeze every inch I work into you?" Garrison whispers in my ear.

I shake my head.

He retreats and pushes inward again. And I feel myself stretch around him as his breath grows heavier and his body trembles beneath mine. "That's it. Take every inch, Resa. I need you to take it all."

Vaughn tilts his hips, timing each pump to alternate with Garrison. The growing pressure is incredible, and I rest my head on Garrison's shoulder.

"How is that, beautiful?" Vaughn grinds out. "You need to come?"

"It's still okay, I guess," I lie through my teeth. "I have at least thirty minutes left in me."

"Thirty minutes, huh?" Vaughn grips my ankles, grinning down at me. "That sounds like a challenge."

"Let's see what we can do to cut that time in half." Garrison skims his hands down over my breasts, teasing my nipples. I moan, covering his hands with mine as he swivels his hips and drives his cock deeper.

I thought this was the best it could get. Garrison slowly pumping into my ass. Vaughn alternating his strokes into my pussy.

The sweet scent of my arousal in the air is thick and sweat dampens all our skin. Not even the slight breeze drifting from the partially open sliding door is enough to cool our overheated bodies.

Garrison slips in all the way, and my body stretches and strains around his thick girth.

And for one long second, all I feel is him pulsing and throbbing, stretching my ass as he presses his mouth to my throat.

"Now," Garrison groans.

Now what?

They stop alternating.

I can't move, sandwiched between them like this. All I can do is lean back on Garrison's chest, put my hands on the cushions on either side of him and moan as they thrust into me.

My eyes roll back as I fight not to come. Garrison is groaning, hands gripping my ass and holding me where he wants me.

Vaughn's face is tight and his jaw is hard as he bends over me, timing each of his thrusts to Garrison's. They increase the pace. Each hard thrust drags me closer to a release so powerful I'm seriously concerned it's going to blow my mind.

Thirty minutes, I said.

I'm not going to last the next thirty seconds.

Then Garrison strums his fingers over my swollen clit. And I'm gone. Totally, utterly gone.

I grab desperately for his hand as my pussy squeezes Vaughn's cock. "Oh god. I can't…" I try to push back my release, fight and fight against it, but Vaughn is still thrusting, and Garrison's little finger is stroking my clit as his cock swells in my ass … oh god, his knot.

I pant, twist my head, grinding on Garrison as I stop fighting my release and fling myself headfirst toward it.

"That's it," Garrison gasps, tension vibrating his voice as he thrusts into me. "Let yourself fall. We'll catch you."

Vaughn is groaning as I shatter. I tense around him and he grunts out my name, pounding into me once, twice, three times and then hot liquid fills me.

My eyes flutter closed and my body slumps as they're still twitching and spilling themselves inside me.

I'm three quarters asleep, almost completely lost to the world, as Vaughn lowers my legs to the bed and they turn me, snuggling so close beside me I don't need a blanket.

A soft kiss lands on the back of my shoulder and another on my forehead as I drift off to sleep.