Reborn as a villain:Claim the omega, Kiss the beta, Kill the dukes Chapter 162: Grown man [M]

Chapter 161

Jack

I can feel Ciel’s eyes on , so I make sure to give him a show, but most of my attention is on Nolan.

When he’s like this, you can make him do anything.

It gives evil ideas, really.

Like what are his boundaries? What can’t I do?

Don’t give this much power, doggy.

I run my hand across his chest. Guess soone doesn’t miss a day in the gym. The muscles are firm under my palm, defined, warm. I smack his chest—a light slap, just enough to make him flinch.

He looks at , aggrieved.

That pout. Those blue eyes, wide and offended. His lower lip caught between his teeth.

It makes want to bully him even more.

"Jack," he whines, and the sound goes straight to my dick.

"Shh," I murmur, leaning down to lick away the sting on his chest.

"I’ll make it better."

I take his nipple into my mouth, sucking gently at first, then harder when I feel his hands thread through my hair, pulling closer.

I give him more. I bite down, not hard enough to break skin, just enough to make him cry out, his body tensing beneath .

"Too much?" I ask, though I already know the answer.

He shakes his head, his eyes squeezed shut. "No. Don’t stop."

"Nope. Eyes on ," I say, and he opens them.

How odd.

I look down at myself, then at Nolan.

He’s a man. I an, Ciel is a man too, but he’s like my past lovers—small, feminine, soft, pretty. What I’ve always been drawn to.

But Nolan is... well. Large. Muscular. On so mornings, his voice is even deeper than mine.

And I’m still attracted to him.

Still want him. Still get hard thinking about him. Still get that stupid flutter in my chest when he walks into a room.

I don’t understand it. Who knew this would be one day.

I put my hands in the waistbands of his pants, and pull them down with his underwear.

See.

Man.

He even has a big ass dick.

Not as big as mine obviously, still big.

Nolan watches , breathless, his chest rising and falling in rapid waves. His hands are fisted in the sheets, knuckles white, like he’s holding himself back from reaching for .

I wrap my hand around him. He’s warm, heavy, pulsing. His hips buck involuntarily, and a broken sound escapes his throat.

"Jack—"

"Shh." I stroke him once, slow, watching his face. "I’ve got you."

His eyes flutter closed. I squeeze gently.

"That’s it. Good boy." His body shudders—full-body shudder, from his shoulders down to his thighs.

What I wouldn’t give to fuck him silly. He wouldn’t be able to walk.

And I’m not the only one with such nefarious thoughts. I look at Ciel, who’s now... naked?

When did he get naked?

I know Ciel’s evil plans. I’m in full support.

Using our secret eye contact communication, I ask Ciel to bring sothing. He tip-toes across the room,completely naked, completely unashad—what a view—and retrieves the lube from the nightstand drawer.

I don’t stop with Nolan who’s now full on thrusting into my hand.

Ciel returns, silent as a cat, pressing the cool bottle into my free hand. Our fingers brush, and I give him a grateful nod. He retreats back to his chair, one leg tucked beneath him, watching with rapt attention.

I flick open the cap with my thumb. Nolan’s eyes are half-closed, his mouth slightly parted as he pants into the air.

I grab his leg, and twist him until he’s lying on his chest, and his butt is looking at .

My dick jumps, because butt is so jiggly.

Think of sothing else, think of else...the image of the king cos to mind, and it works. I imdiately go from, I can use my dick as hamr for nails to half hard.

He tries to turn, but I pin his hands against his back, at his struggles.

"You trust don’t you, doggy?" I say, and open the bottle.

Nolan stills beneath , his muscles coiled tight like a spring. I can feel the frantic beat of his heart through my palm where I’m holding his wrists together at the small of his back.

"Jack," he starts, his voice muffled by the pillow. "What are you—"

"Shhh." I lean over him, my chest pressing against his back.

I can feel the fine tremor running through him. It’s not just fear. It’s anticipation.

I keep one hand firmly pinning his wrists, using my weight to hold him down. With my free hand, I pour a generous amount of the cool gel onto my fingers.

He flinches at the first touch of the cold liquid against his entrance, a sharp intake of air.

"Easy," I murmur against his ear. "Relax for ."

I circle the tight ring of muscle with my slick finger, not pressing in, just letting him get used to the sensation.

Yeah, I’m not putting my dick anywhere in here today, or he’ll snap it off.

"I can’t if you’re fighting ," I say, my voice low. "Let in, Nolan. Let go."

He lets out a shuddering breath, and I feel the tension in his shoulders ease just a fraction. It’s enough.

I press the tip of my finger inside, just past the first tight ring of muscle.

He makes a sound, a choked-off gasp, and his body tries to arch away, but I have him pinned. There’s nowhere for him to go.

"It’s okay, baby breathe, you can do it." I coddle him.

"You want to fuck you one day don’t you?" I whisper against his ear, he nods.

"I can’t exactly do that, if you’re so tight doggy, relax a little." I say and kiss his temple.

He starts to relax, but before he can fully relax, I add another finger and he whimpers again, so much for being half hard, I’m fully hard again.

The sound he makes is fucking pathetic, and it’s the hottest thing I’ve ever heard.

"That’s it," I praise him, my voice a low rumble against his back. "You’re doing so good for ."

His body is trembling now, a fine, constant shudder that runs through him.

"Jack—" he gasps, his voice muffled by the pillow. "I can’t—"

"You can," I cut him off, my voice firm. "You will."

I glance over at Ciel, who’s watching us with wide eyes, his hand wrapped around his own cock. I shouldnot have looked up.

I add a third finger, and Nolan cries out, his body arching off the bed. He’s so close to the edge, I can feel it in the way his muscles clench around , in the desperate sounds he’s making.

"Please," he whimpers. "Jack, please—"

"Please what?" I ask, my voice rough. "What do you want, doggy?"

"I don’t know," he admits, his voice breaking. "I just—please—"

I curl my fingers, searching for that spot inside him that will make him see stars. I find it, and he cries out, his body convulsing, his hips bucking back against my hand.

"Right there," I murmur, pressing against it again. "Right there, isn’t it?"

He nods frantically, his face buried in the pillow, his body writhing beneath .

I keep going, my fingers moving in and out of him, hitting that spot over and over again. I can feel the tension building, the pressure coiling in his gut, and I know he’s close.

"Co for , doggy," I say, I know I sound impatient, but I really am, with my hard on, straining against my pants, I feel like I’m about to explode.

"Co for now."

He cries out, his body shuddering as he spills over the expensive royal sheets, his muscles clenching around , his release so intense it’s almost violent.

I can’t even enjoy the fact that I did this to him, I imdiately pull out my fingers, shove down my pants, and look at Ciel.

"Sunshine, I need to cum now." I say.

I don’t have to tell him twice, because his naked body jumps on and he kisses , we fall to the bed.

And he slides lower taking in his mouth straight to the hilt.

A groan man doesn’t moan?

Well this grown man does.

"Fuck yes, sunshine."

The wet heat of his mouth is pure salvation. It’s a religious experience.

I know this isn’t going to last. Ciel knows it too. He doesn’t tease, doesn’t play around.

He just takes , his head bobbing, his tongue working with an expertise that still makes my head spin.

"Sunshine, Ciel," I grit out, my eyes squeezing shut. "Your mouth... fuck..."

He hums around , the vibration shooting straight up my spine.

He doesn’t pull back. He just takes deeper, swallowing around as I pulse down his throat.

It feels like I’m coming forever, my whole body shaking with the force of it.

When it’s over, I collapse back against the mattress, boneless and breathless.

Ciel looks up at with that smug look of his, the one that says he knows exactly what he’s done. He looks like he’s won sothing.

I don’t even care. I feel amazing. Light. Floaty.

"Wow," Nolan says from sowhere beside .

I turn my head.

His hair is a ss. His lips are swollen.

He turns his head to look at . His eyes are wide, dazed, still hazy from everything we just did.

"Jack, I don’t think I’ll ever be able to do that."

Ciel and I both look at him, and we can’t help bursting into laughter.