Jenson rolls his eyes, but opens the mini-fridge and takes out a handful of strawberries.
“Suit yourselves,” he says as he takes another bite of the strawberry and I watch him eat it. The way he eats makes me want to wire his jaw closed. He’s like a demented cow chewing hay. How the fuck was this guy even on Emily’s original roster. I mean, I guess he is attractive and smells fine, but he’s a real fucking cunt.
“When do you think she’ll wake up again? I want her to suck my cock,” Jenson jokes with no decorum.
Do not punch this man. Do not punch this man. If you hurt him, you’ll be kicked out of Heat Haven and Emily will be alone with him. I lock my jaw as tightly closed as possible. Dion squeezes my bicep with a firm grip, likely knowing I need to be centered.
Dion leans in and whispers just low enough so Jenson can’t hear. “It’s going to be okay, man. Let’s both get some sleep so that one of us can be up while he is doing anything with her.” We both have Emily’s best interest at heart and I’m grateful I didn’t get stuck with two guys like Jenson because I would be spending the night in jail and not in this neon fuck den.
Jenson has already plopped down in the corner, not making any attempt to cuddle Emily. Fine by me. Dion and I go back to our respective spots cuddling the sweet little Omega.
After a few hours of sleep, thank god, Emily seems slightly with it and we decide we need to get her to drink and eat a few snacks. She gives me a little pouty face when I bring one of the strawberries to her lips.
“Sweetheart, you specifically wanted strawberries. You haven’t eaten much today. I need you to eat.”
“I don’t wanna,” she huffs at me like a petulant child. If she wasn’t so fucking cute, I probably would have lost my patience.
Dion walks over with an energy bar and a plate of cheese.
“Alright, baby, you have to choose either the energy bar or the cheese and strawberries. No dick for you until you eat.” We both laugh at his ultimatum.
Mr. Douchebag in the corner just rolls his eyes and picks at his nails.
“God, this experience would be so much better if the Omegas weren’t so fucking needy.” Jenson scoffs as he continues being a steaming pile of shit in the corner.
Dion stares at the man and deadpans, “That’s kinda the whole fucking point.”
I don’t chime in, because I do not want to get into an altercation with this guy. Why would anyone sign up for a membership here if they didn’t want to take on the full role of helping an Omega during their heat?
Emily reluctantly chooses the strawberries and cheese, and Dion and I take turns feeding her like she's a baby bird. We get her to drink some water and electrolytes. I wish she would have eaten more, but at least we got something in her besides dick. Once she has a full stomach, though, she is ready to go.
As I stand up to take the food back to the fridge, she grabs me by the elastic of my boxer briefs and glides them down my thighs. While normally I would be thrilled for a blow job, I know she needs me to knot her, and I can’t do that if I’m in her mouth.
“How about you let me taste that pretty pussy instead, honey?” She moans in agreement and crawls to the center nest.
I lay the food and drink down on the floor and look over to Emily where she lies on her back, giving me unadulterated access. Of course, she is already wet and ready. Her pussy lips are slightly swollen from how much she’s been fucked, but she’s still eager. Dion fell asleep in the corner right after we fed her.
Jenson comes to the side of Emily's head and releases his cock from his boxers.
“Who the fuck turns down a blow job?” he brings the tip of his penis to her lips. “It’s not going to suck itself.”
Do not punch him. Do not punch him.
I do my best to ignore Jenson as I lean down and start lapping at Emily’s cunt. I’ve never eaten so much pussy in my life, but I’m certainly not complaining. Emily's mouth is full of Jensen’s cock. Her muffled moans of approval as I circle her clit inspire me to make her come quickly.
Inserting two fingers inside of her, I thrust them upwards and continue my tongue's attention on her clit. Her slick is running down my chin and her thighs are starting to tremble.
I suddenly notice I don’t hear her moaning anymore. Continuing to sucking on her clit, I tilt my head to look up at her face. That’s when I see Jensen’s hand tightly wrapped around her throat as he jams his cock into her mouth. Choking was Emily’s hard limit. At this point, I don’t care what happens to me. This motherfucker is about to die.
I immediately stand up, completely fucking naked, with Emily’s cum on my chin and throat. I push him hard against his chest, so hard that he’s pushed out of Emily's mouth and his hand leaves her throat.
“She said no choking, you fucking piece of shit,” I bellow at him
He shoves my shoulder. “Mind your own fucking business. Who the fuck do you think you are?”
Our raised voices wake up Dion. He looks up at me, confused, blinking multiple times.
“Dion, go knock on the moderator’s door and have them escort this motherfucker out of here before I beat the ever-living fuck out of him,” I bark at Dion, who gets up quickly and knocks on the glass.
Jenson scoffs, “I’d like to see you try, you uppity fucking prick.”
Jenson goes to lunge for me, and I punch him square in the nose. The crack my fist makes against his smug fucking face gives me an overwhelming sense of pleasure. My strike sends him sprawling to the floor. Just as his flat ass hits the ground, the moderator walks in with a horrified look on his face.
I point at him, not a care in the world that I’m butt ass naked. “Get this asshole out of here right now, he was choking her.”
I swear, if people don’t start moving to get him out of here, I’m going to choke him out and give him a taste of his own medicine.
Jenson scoffs and looks at the moderator, his hands against his bleeding nose. “He’s full of shit. He fucking punched me! He should be the one that gets kicked out.”
I look over at the moderator again. This isn’t Tom. This guy can only be about twenty-one and he looks mortified. He's the size of a horse jockey.
It happens and I can’t control it. I use my alpha voice on the frightened little Beta male. “GO GET FUCKING SECURITY RIGHT NOW!”
He turns on his heel, and he calls for security right away. Jenson stays on the floor, I guess in an attempt to not get himself in any further trouble.
I look over to Emily, who Dion is currently consoling. She has tears streaming down her face and her small hands rubbing at her neck. Clearly, having someone's hands around her throat is a trigger for her, and this selfish cunt made my girl cry. It takes every ounce of me not to punch him again.