14. Brooklyn

Chapter 14

Brooklyn

There was no way to get home quickly enough. I couldn't remember a time when I was as hard and needy as this. Not even close.

We barely stepped into the house and hands were everywhere. I didn't even know whose was on my ass and whose was running up my chest. It didn't matter. Both my mates were pressed against me and showing me just how much they wanted this.

I'd been nervous about Jackson. He was the human in the equation, and unlike Marcelo and me, he didn't quite trust his instincts completely. I'd never push him to go beyond his comfort level, and if I sensed any hesitation, we'd have all been saying goodbye at the front door. Thank gods he didn't.

"No nightcap," I mumbled against Jackson's chest. "Bedroom. Naked. Now." The ability to form complete sentences vacated the premise.

"Yes," Marcelo more moaned than said. "I'm so slick."

I hadn't even remembered to turn on the light, but that didn't stop us from getting to the bedroom without any stubbed toes. I wasn't willing to take the few seconds it took to find all the random switches along the way.

My bedroom was lit dimly from the moonlight and streetlights' combined forces, and when we made our way there, the first thing I saw was the way Marcelo was looking at Jackson.

"Omega ours, I think you like what you see." If liking meant he wanted to lick him from head to toe before swallowing his cock, that was.

"Not sure. Too many clothes." His eyes didn't veer from our alpha.

"I can fix that." I pressed a kiss to Marcelo's neck and then started to work on stripping Jackson from head to toe, kissing the exposed flesh as I did. I licked, nibbled, and sucked my way down his body, carefully avoiding his erection. I had plans for that, and it would require a little help from our omega.

"Better?" I stood.

"Fuck, yeah."

"No." Jackson found his tongue. "Now Marcelo needs less clothing."

"It's true, he does, but first he has to help me." I took Marcelo's hand. "I forgot to kiss a couple of places on Jackson's body. Care to help me?"

"Together?" He licked his lips.

"Together." I went to my knees and Marcelo followed, our hands still joined.

"Are you good at sharing, omega ours?" I asked.

"I guess we'll find out." He leaned forward and gathered the pre-cum from our mate's tip on his tongue and made mmmm sounds. "Oops. Did I get it all?"

"Not yet," I brought my lips to his, kissing him with all the desire I was feeling, our lips only breaking apart when I needed to catch my breath. "Nope. You shared. Delicious."

Jackson moaned.

"I think we need to share some more." Marcelo licked his lips. "Do you think we can make him come with our mouths?"

"I think you are going to make me come before you get that far." Jackson's voice was low and so fucking sexy.

"Nope. We are going to use our mouths." Marcelo was a sassy thing. I fucking loved it.

We both took turns licking our mate's length from root to tip, one starting just as the other was ending. I had my head tilted up to see our mate watching us. I knew this would make him explode for us, but I didn't want that. I wanted to get him all worked up and bothered, while witnessing firsthand how well three could work in the bedroom.

When he came, I wanted it to be in our mate's ass, his knot binding them together. I'd pictured it in my head so many times, and if tonight had proven anything, it was that my imagination was nowhere near as amazing as our reality—and I had a really great imagination.

Marcelo was the first to take our mate into his mouth. He bobbed up and down on his length, going deeper and deeper each time, his cheeks hollowing out as he pulled off of him. He was working Jackson's cock like a boss. I could watch him all day, but also… I wanted a taste too.

I tapped his shoulder, and he looked at me, perplexed.

"Tag team—I'm tapping in."

He chuckled and moved out of the way, just enough for me to get my lips around Jackson's cock. There was a heightened level of sexy, his cock already wet and so fucking hard. I took him into my mouth, his tip reaching the back of my throat on the first trip. On the second, I swallowed, on the third, hands on my shoulders had me stopping. I looked up to see Jackson, his eyes closed, taking in a deep breath.

"If you keep going, I'm going to come."

"Kinda the point," Marcelo pointed out and stood up. "But I guess we can wait until I have one in my mouth and one in my ass." He strode off to the bed, leaving Jackson and me both speechless for a moment.

"Best get you naked." Jackson held a hand out for me. "No clothes for anyone."

"I'm down with that." Marcelo whistled as he watched Jackson help rid me of my clothes, and when I stepped out of my boxers, there were no longer any clothes on anyone. Marcelo had been busy while he whistled. Next time I wasn't going to miss that.

"Marcelo, is that what you want?" Jackson crossed over to the bed. "Do you want a thick cock in your slick hole and another in your mouth?"

"More than anything."

"I should probably see if you're slick enough." Jackson climbed onto the bed and crawled in between Marcel's thighs. "I think my tongue will be the best gauge."

"Are you going to watch, Brooklyn? Are you going to watch Jackson fuck me with his tongue?"

I nodded and climbed onto the bed. The way these men made me lose my tongue.

The lighting was shit and the angle awkward, but even so, watching as Jackson licked our mate and then used his tongue to show what one of our dicks was about to do… it was too good. It took all my willpower not to wrap my fingers around my length. If I did, I'd be done.

The delightful little noises Marcelo made were getting louder and longer. As much as I hated it, it was time for Jackson to stop. On another day, I'd love to see him make our mate come that way, but Marcelo told us what he wanted, and I was going to make sure he got it.

"Jackson, should we choose or should we let our omega?"

Jackson pulled his head back enough to see me, his eyes filled with confusion.

"He wants one of us in his mouth and the other in his ass. What do you think? He chooses or we do?"

"I can't brain." He licked his lips, his hand pressing his cock to his belly.

Marcelo rolled over on his hands and knees. "Give me your cocks, alphas. I don't care which goes where."

I looked to Jackson.

"I already fucked him with my tongue, and besides, the night is young." He crawled up to the head of the bed and situated himself so our mate could feast on his cock, and I slid in behind Marcelo.

"Fill my aching hole, Brooklyn. Gods, I need it now."

I spread his cheeks, and he cried out, "Yesss!"

Any intention I had of teasing him, going slow, and making this last fell away with that one word. I lined myself up and pushed in until I was fully seated, and with every inch I gave him, he went down further. My angle was crap, but based on the way Jackson's face looked, he was lowering himself onto Jackson's cock.

We needed to get a mirror or five.

He felt fucking amazing wrapped around my dick. I grabbed onto his hips and started to thrust in and out of him, slowly at first, increasing in speed with each movement. In and out, harder and faster, careful not to jerk him too much, knowing that he was giving our alpha head.

It was getting difficult to hold my orgasm back, and I reached under, grabbing Marcelo's cock and jerking him to completion, his cum coating my hand, Jackson crying out at the same time. With both my mates sated I grabbed his hips again and pounded in and out of him until my own orgasm slammed into me, filling him with my cum and then my growing knot.

My dragon begged to mark him, to show him that he was ours for always and forever. I refused. Our mate needed to know everything about us before we did that. And when he did, I wouldn't hold back for even a second. Bite or no bite, he was ours.

I eased him onto his side, becoming his big spoon, Jackson on the other side of Marcelo, facing me. The three of us in post-orgasmic bliss… together, just as it should be.