They hollered and bickered, and within a minute, there was a pile of hundred-dollar bills on the table.
The omega shimmied out of his metallic tights and, wearing only a red lace jockstrap, climbed onto the table.
“Oh, look!” Zach cried, nudging my arm.
I was looking all right.
Facing his friends, he knelt astride the toy and pointed the blunt tip between his ass cheeks. We were left with a perfect view of his stretching rim.
He began working himself onto the dildo, sliding up and down, lower, until his rim reached the knot.
His friends clapped and yelled encouragement. The alpha knelt in front of him and stroked his thighs, looking at him with heated eyes.
The omega rocked and bounced, moaning. He braced himself, leaning back, and began wriggling, pushing down onto the toy. The knot glistened with the slick that was leaking out of the omega’s dilated hole.
On a loud groan, he bore down, and his hole slowly swallowed the humongous knot.
His group erupted in cheers.
“Well, I’ll be damned,” Lothair said.
Zach giggled. “Boy’s got talent.”
The omega panted, shaking, and the alpha buried his face in his groin. We couldn’t see properly from our vantage point, but he was probably sucking the omega’s cock.
The boy came, spasming on the knot. Then the alpha slowly lifted him, helping him off the toy. His hole widened into a huge circle, the rim thin and almost white. It lookedlike it would burst. But the knot popped out, and the omega cried out in pleasure as his hole slid up the length of the dildo and over the ridges.
The alpha sat back on the sofa with the omega in his lap, stuffing his fingers into the boy’s stretched ass, and they kissed.
The slick neon dildo sat on the table like a centerpiece.
My pants were uncomfortably tight. I wondered what Lothair was thinking. We just watched a human omega take a dragon-sized knot outside of heat, for fuck’s sake.
“Let’s dance.” Lothair’s sudden suggestion made me gape at him.
But Zach accepted the offered hand and stood, turning to me.
“Come on,” he said, waggling his eyebrows.
“I’m good.”
Zach narrowed his eyes at me but let Lothair drag him to the stage.
I tried not to look at them, but the room didn’t offer many alternatives. I was either staring at other people having furtive sex in various inventive ways or flirting, being very well on the way to having sex…or I was watching Zach and Lothair dance.
Could I maybe look at my shoes?
Zach twirled and slithered around Lothair while Lothair skimmed his big hands over Zach’s curves. Their hips were in perfect sync, swaying and thrusting, and it wasn’t long before Zach was riding Lothair’s thigh while Lothair kneaded his ass cheeks in those nonexistent shorts.
Over Zach’s shoulder, Lothair stared at me.
He nuzzled the crook of Zach’s neck, closed his eyes for a heartbeat, and caught my gaze again.
When they turned, Zach looked at me, smiling invitingly.
He spun in Lothair’s arms until he had his back to Lothair’s chest and pushed his ass into Lothair’s groin. They moved to the beat, both of them with their eyes on me.
As if they danced for me.
