9. Kai

Chapter 9

Kai

Albie was finally in a routine which made life easier than the first month and a half post birth.

And the four of us were muddling along together.

One problem, though.

No sex. Not even a hint of sex. No blow jobs, no tongue jobs, no jerking off, and no finger fucking.

I was so ready, and I dreamed each night of Dante and Gideon's dicks shoved in my hole making me scream quietly so I didn't wake Albie.

But even worse than no cocks in holes or my hole was Seymour and I hadn't officially mated. No marking and his length hadn't been anywhere near my aching hole.

There has been so much wasted slick, I'd had to change my PJs two or three times a night. I'd made excuses to my mates saying I was sweating profusely, as I did when I was pregnant.

So many dicks and only one hole to fill, but there was nada on the fucking front.

Gods, I wanted them all so badly. And once it was go time, could we speed up the process? I could do two lengths in one hole but not three. Besides, my first time with Seymour had to be special and not competing for space with other dicks.

"Hungry, Kai?" Dante yelled from the kitchen where he and my mates were preparing dinner.

"Always." That was true whether he was talking about food or sex or both.

"What do you want?"

What a question. I could go for frosting on one cock, honey on another, and for the third? Mayo? Nah. Maple syrup? Nope, not after the honey. Maybe melted chocolate. But not too hot. Burned dick wasn't on the menu.

"Can't you decide what to eat?" Gideon poked his head in the nursery as I put Albie in his crib and kissed him good night.

"Mmmm," I replied as images of cocks floated in my head. "It's hard." Me too. My dick was rock hard.

"Would you like us to surprise you?" He grinned.

"Definitely." Now I pictured the three of them naked, each with a sign. One saying, "Fuck," a second with "Blow job," and a third containing the words "Two in one."

Choices, choices.

Gideon disappeared, still clothed, and I was no closer to having a cock in me than I had been these past six weeks.

Later as we sat around the table, eating strands of spaghetti and mouthfuls of yummy fresh-made marinara sauce, I deliberately left one spaghetti strand hanging from my mouth and I sucked it, making a kinda gross slurping sound. My three mates glanced up and fixed their gazes on my mouth as the spaghetti slithered between my lips.

Their mouths gaped, and I dropped my napkin on the floor, making no pretense that I hadn't done it deliberately. I bent down and checked out their crotches. They were aroused, their dicks so swollen there was little space in their pants. Must have been uncomfortable.

Me too. But I'd been hard all week.

"See anything interesting?" Dante asked. He twirled a mouthful of pasta in his spoon, before lifting the fork to his mouth.

He knew exactly what he was doing, and he was succeeding. I groaned, wanting to release my cock from the confines of my pants.

"Nope, nothing at all." I dipped my head and studied my food, hiding my smile.

"What's for dessert?" Seymour asked. He'd arrived home after my mates had made dessert.

"Something soft and creamy that melts in your mouth," Gideon told him.

Dante swallowed and coughed, while Seymour giggle-snorted.

Were they all fucking with me, messing with my head and my dick?

"I went to the doctor today," I announced. "For my post-natal check-up."

"And?" Three heads bobbed up.

I was enjoying the tension, letting the silence fill the space between us.

"Everything's fine," I finally told them.

"What does that mean exactly?" Gideon asked, and all three of my mates leaned toward me.

"There are no restrictions."

Dante cleared his throat and dabbed his mouth with a napkin. "Is that like water restrictions? We had a drought in Martslock a few years ago. People couldn't water their garden, and the water supply was turned off for hours during the day."

"Yes, that was bad. I could only flush the toilet once a day," Seymour added.

Okay, ewww. We were veering away from the subject, and I refused to have toilets and hoses interfere with my plan to have sex.

"Mates," I said a little too loudly. "My body has recovered from Albie's birth."

"Excellent." My mates clapped.

"Should we bake a cake to celebrate, Pineville style?" Dante asked.

Gods. My mates were the sweetest, but they were also irritating. When this omega wanted cock and my three mates were discussing baking, I was going to get loud. Or as loud as I could with Albie asleep.

I banged my fork on the table. "Guys, I'm able to have sex. Lots and lots of sex."

Three mouths fell open and three sets of cutlery clattered onto the table, splattering red sauce over the cloth and ourselves. I was prepared to lick it off each one of the mates if we could get naked.

"When you say sex, are you talking?—"

I cut off Dante by forming a circle with my index finger and thumb and shoving the fingers of my other hand into the circle.

"It's been so long. We were worried you'd never be ready." Gideon patted the sweat on his brow with his napkin. "We didn't want to push you."

Awww, my angels. Seymour wasn't saying much, probably because we hadn't done it yet. I wanted our first time to be perfect, just as it had been for me and Dante and me and Gideon.

"You can push and prod and finger and slide in all you want. Me and my hole are so ready."

"That's such good news, Kai." Dante stood up and the others did the same. "But where do we begin, or should I say, who do we begin with?"