Reborn as a villain:Claim the omega, Kiss the beta, Kill the dukes-Chapter 120: Material [M]

Chapter 118

Jack

The phone is pressed to my ear, the sound of Nolan’s voice a distant echo as I try to focus on the task at hand.

"I won’t make the mistake of saying something like that in front of Lanny," Nolan says, his voice steady oblivious to my nefarious intentions.

I palm my hard cock, the sensation electric, sending jolts of pleasure straight to my core. The feel of my own skin, slick with anticipation, is almost too much to bear. I bite back a moan, my breath hitching as I stroke myself, slow and deliberate.

"Wait," I say, my voice low and teasing. "What do you look like right now?"

"What do you mean, what do I look like? I just got out of the tub," Nolan replies, a hint of defensiveness in his voice.

"Exactly," I say, a slow smile spreading across my face. "I want to picture you. Describe it for me."

There’s a pause, and then Nolan’s voice is softer, more hesitant. "Uhm, I’m wet and naked."

"How wet?" I ask, my hand moving faster now, my strokes more urgent.

"What do you mean how wet?" Nolan snaps, a hint of frustration in his tone.

Just then, I hear a laugh in the background, Ciel’s amused voice cutting through the tension. "I just put Lanny to bed," he says, his tone light and playful.

"Don’t worry, Jack, I’ll take over," Ciel adds, and I hear a door shutting.

"Nolan’s naked, right now, he’s wet, maybe it’s cause of the cold air his nipples are hard, his skin is—" Ciel starts, but Nolan cuts him off.

"Ciel, stop! Wh-wh-what are you doing?!" Nolan yells, his voice embarrassed.

"Now, he’s red because he’s flustered, all the blood is rushing to his face," Ciel continues, his voice filled with mischief.

"Thank you, sunshine, you’re going to be my hands today," I say, my voice a low growl. My cock throbs in my hand, the image of Nolan, flushed and hard, almost too much to bear.

"Ofcourse." He responds, I can hear how eager he is, sometimes my sunshine has a tiny little sadistic streak in him.

"Kiss him for me, the way I would, deep, possessive, hungry, hold his neck," I say, my voice low and commanding. I look around the bathroom and head to the toilet, putting down the cover and taking a seat.

I hear Nolan’s whimper, and it sends a shiver down my spine. This is why I call him a doggy; Nolan doesn’t moan, no, he gives the most delightful whimpers.

The sounds of kissing fill the air, and I’m jealous I’m not with them.

What I wouldn’t give to be in that room, to feel the heat of their bodies, to taste the sweetness of their lips.

"Okay, that’s enough. Kiss his neck—he likes it like that, sunshine," I say, my voice hoarse with desire.

"Hold his chest, describe it to me," I say, holding myself in an almost painful grip, my body coiled tight with need.

"It’s firm and soft," Ciel says, his voice a low purr. "His muscles are defined, but there’s a softness to his skin, a warmth that makes you want to touch him everywhere."

I groan, the sound torn from my throat as I stroke myself faster, my hand moving in a blur.

Nolan

I don’t know what to do with my arms, except stand there and take it. Jack’s breathing is heavy coming through the phone, and I now know why he wanted me to describe myself naked.

The bastard is using me as fap material.

Ciel pinches my nipples, and I jump. "He’s hard now, Jack," Ciel says, playing the perfect devil’s advocate.

I lean against the tub, as his hand slides lower. "How hard?" Jack says.

"He’s leaking at the top, his veins are defined here," Ciel says, palming me as if Jack can see, and I almost jump out of my skin at the contact.

"Sunshine, and what about you? Are you naked?" Jack asks, his voice strained with anticipation.

Ciel, ever the playful one, responds with a teasing lilt, "Want me to?"

"Yes, please," Jack replies, his tone almost desperate.

I watch as Ciel swiftly undresses, his movements fluid and confident. He’s so beautiful, his body lean and toned, the faint baby fat he had from carrying Lanny long gone. On his lower belly, there’s a faint scar, a reminder of the miracle that is our child.

Ciel’s smile reaches his eyes, and in that moment, I feel an invisible arrow shoot straight to my heart. I’m suddenly shy, overwhelmed by the depth of my feelings for him.

"You’re so beautiful," I say, unable to stop myself.

"Thank you, Nollie," Ciel replies softly, his voice filled with warmth and affection.

The moment is interrupted by Jack’s voice, rough and demanding. "Hello, I’m still here and would really like to cum."

I snap, "Do you always have to be so crude?"

Jack starts rambling, "What would you rather I say? I would like to release? Spill the white milk? Let go of the manjuice?"

"Oh gross, please stop," I say, feeling a mix of embarrassment and amusement.

"You act like you hate it," Jack shoots back, a playful challenge in his tone.

"I do hate it," I insist, but my protest lacks conviction.

"Liar, we all know you secretly like how I treat you, doggy," Jack teases, his voice low and intimate.

"Oh bite me," I retort, trying to maintain my composure.

"Gladly. Sunshine, please bite his nipple," Jack commands, and Ciel, ever the obedient one, does as he’s asked, his teeth gently nipping at my left nipple.

"This is not fair, you guys are ganging up on me," I whine.

***

Ciel

Nolan is cute.

I mean, sure, it’s odd to call a 6-foot-tall, muscular man "cute," but Nolan really is cute.

There’s something about his gruff exterior and the soft, vulnerable side he only shows to us that makes him utterly endearing. It’s impossible not to tease him, to see that scowl turn into a reluctant smile, to watch his cheeks flush with embarrassment.

As the days proceed, I start to understand more and more why Jack loves to rile him up.

Despite the fact that Nolan often wears a perpetual scowl and comes off as intimidating, he’s really just a sweetheart.

There’s a gentleness in him that he reserves for those he loves, and it’s a privilege to be on the receiving end of that tenderness.

And a cute, very attractive, very... erotic. I let my gaze wander to his hard-on, and a shiver of anticipation runs down my spine.

Nolan’s body is a work of art, all muscle and smooth skin, and seeing him like this, vulnerable and aroused, stirs something deep within me. I often times unworthy of being on the receiving end of Nolan’s affection, but I shut down that feeling this is not the time.

"Think you can make the doggy cum, sunshine?" Jack says, his voice low and commanding. I love the way he calls me "sunshine," the way he makes such an innocent nickname sound so attractive and alluring.

"Yes," I whisper, my voice barely audible, but filled with conviction and desire.

Jack’s instructions come through the phone, clear and unmistakable. "Start by kissing him again, Sunshine. Deep and hungry, like you can’t get enough of him."

I lean in, my lips capturing his in a deep, passionate kiss. Nolan’s hands find their way to my hips, pulling me closer, grinding our bodies together. The friction is electric, sending jolts of pleasure straight to my core. I can feel his hardness press against me, and I moan softly into his mouth, the sound a mix of need and desire.

"Good, sunshine," Jack’s voice comes through, approval lacing his words.

My omega side, purrs and is happy at being praised like that.

Jack’s breathing is heavy, and I can imagine him stroking himself, picturing us. The thought sends a wave of heat through me, and I can feel my own arousal growing, my cock throbbing with need.

"Touch his nipples, Ciel. Tease them, make him squirm," Jack commands, and I comply, my fingers finding their way to Nolan’s nipples.

I pinch and roll them between my fingers, eliciting subsequent number of whimpers from Nolan that sends a shiver down my spine.

"More, sunshine. Make him beg for it," Jack’s voice is a low growl, and I can hear the strain in his tone, the effort it takes for him to hold back.

I lean in, capturing one of Nolan’s nipples in my mouth, swirling my tongue around the hard nub before nipping gently.

Nolan’s hips buck, his body trembling with need. "Ciel, please," he whispers, his voice a ragged plea.

I smile against his skin, a slow, sensual curve of my lips. "What do you want, Nollie?" I ask, my voice a low purr.

"Tell me what you need."

Nolan’s breath hitches, and he swallows hard, his eyes meeting mine. "I need you to touch me, Ciel. I need to feel your hands on me."

I reach down, wrapping my hand around Nolan’s cock, stroking him slowly, my grip firm and sure, matching the rhythm of his breathing.

Nolan’s hips buck into my touch, his body coiling tighter and tighter with each passing second.

"Fuck, that’s it, sunshine. Make him come undone," Jack’s voice is a low groan, and I can hear the desperation in his tone, the need for release that matches our own.