Page 51 of Bubblegum Pop
It didn’t matter that her scent was so heavy I could barely move. All I had to do was say no, and she could do whatever she wanted to me, because I trusted her not to go too far as well. She’d slick all over me, and I would go home and either wank off alone or submit to Apollo’s temptations. Either way, I’d finish the night with an orgasm.
It was a vicious circle I was mostly happy to be trapped in.
She whimpered, gazing up at me under thick eyelashes, her thighs caging one of mine, as another wave of perfume sent my heart and cock into overdrive.
“Just once. I’ll never ask again,” she said with a sultry whisper I loved so much.
Candy had said this to me every night for a week, and every night I had to fight with myself not to take her up on it. She was the best kind of torture, and she knew exactly what she was doing.
It took everything I had to grip her upper arms and remove her. “Let’s go to your boudoir,” I said, turning from her so she didn’t catch my smile. I was hard and stoic at work, because if she saw a break in my mask, she’d take another shot.
My eyes dropped to the patch of slick she had left on my black trousers. Apollo would go there first. I was too turned on already; I wouldn’t be able to stay away from him tonight. My favourite time was when he drooled over my cock while I kept the trousers on so he could scent her as Zeus fucked him from behind.
But it wasn’t the same as having my knot buried deep inside her.
I grabbed a dressing gown from the hooks on my left, holding it out to her. “You only have fifteen minutes to shower and change this time. They went for fast delivery tonight.”
“Plenty of time for you to fuck me, then.” She pressed her back against the wall right in front of me, pushing her breasts forward, her hands tight over her pussy. I couldn’t tear myself away from her. “How do you want to take me?” she purred. “Like this?”
She quickly flipped around, bending her hips with her palms on the wall, looking over her shoulder and spreading her legs as she perfumed again. “Or like this?” she moaned, her ass riding up, presenting herself and fluttering her thick lashes at me like the most delicious snack imaginable.
Benny had chosen me for this specific job since I was the most level-headed out of all the guards. Or, in his words, ‘You can hold your shit while most of us are dropping to the floor.’
This time I didn’t hide my smile, and she laughed. “Come on. Just once. You know you want to.”
She really was awful… and I loved her for it.
My life changed completely after we scent matched, because there was finally someone out there for me. Apollo and Zeus always had each other; they had their unique bond, and I was the spare. But knowing she was there, and matched to Apollo and Zeus, added a layer of excitement to my life. No matter how hard it was, what a struggle it could be with or without her, she was ours, and she brightened even the dreariest day.
I folded my arms, glaring at her. “Put the dressing gown on. Let’s go.” It would be so easy to grab her hips and thrust my cock into her until she screamed my name loud enough that the entire fucking club could hear her. That’s what she was banking on, and no matter how delicious her tits looked, I’d rather lose out on tasting her than lose her altogether.
Her body softened, and Candy pouted as she turned back, snatching the dressing gown from my hands. She shrugged it on and let me escort her to the private passageway that led straight to the stairs to her boudoir.
It broke my heart that every night she performed, the outrageous bidding war ended with us walking her to the room, where she would spend hours in the arms of someone who wasn’t us—but that was our job.
I focused on the corridor instead of the way the high gown rode up over her pert ass cheeks which I knew fit perfectly in my hands.
After a number of twists and turns, we reached the door of her room. Her bedroom was on the ground floor at the very back of the building, leading out onto the private deck and garden, and far enough away from the main road that she had silent nights. She had a special nest beside her apartment, her boudoir, where she entertained ‘the winners’, swirling gold lettering emblazoned her name across the baby pink door. Another door farther down the corridor was the entrance to her real apartment, fit with a coded lock.
She turned to me before she entered the pink door. Gripping the handle, she gave me one last look, this one filled with real longing. “Are you sure you can’t just—”
“No, Candy.” I had to be firm. It would be so easy to give in, but her client was due, and I couldn’t risk leaving my scent in her room, even though she had already rubbed up on me.
I stepped back from her. My place for the next three hours was outside her door, then the rest of the night was at home, with my pack, panting and coming, all the while thinking of her.
Candy
This was the time I hated the most.
When the guests left, I had to return to reality, and the aching emptiness that would sweep through me all over again.
Every client wanted a piece of me, but none of them knew that every one of those pieces belonged to the three alphas who guarded me, day and night.
They were my alphas—mine since the moment I first laid eyes on them.
And now they were leaving.
I hoped I could wear them down, so those barriers they put up to keep me away would crumble and I could bring their cocks inside me again, take their knots, hear them moaning my name. One day I’d be held and cherished again, nestled between the three of them like I could never escape, and to have the choice to be together as mates.