I was all for it, otherwise I wouldn’t be tied to a chair with a bra and my hands bound with a scrunchie.
“Carlos, belt pack, front pocket,” I whispered, trying to talk around the headband. While I loved watching her with him, I wanted to be balls deep inside her. If he wanted to take her at the same time, well, we did promise to take her together.
He reached into the belt pack and found the condoms and lube. Carlos opened it for me and handed it to Fiona. She slid it over my cock, her eyes locked on mine, her movements slow and careful.
Standing, she impaled herself on my cock, straddling me in the chair. I wasn't sure how comfortable it would be. At least, I didn’t think we would tip over. It wasn’t like a dining room chair, butit wasn’t one of those big plush armchairs either; it was kind of a sturdy plastic chair with a roundish back. Yeah I think we would be okay. Good thing it didn’t have arms.
Fiona started to ride me on the chair, her legs helping her move up and down on my cock, giving me a kiss over the headband.
“Mmmm, maybe this way.” She pulled down the headband and kissed me again. “Much better.”
Same. She didn’t put the headband back up.
I turned to Carlos. “Can we have her together from this position?”
Carefully, I slid my hands out of the scrunchie so I could hold her.
Carlos appraised the situation. “I think if I get on my knees?”
He got on his knees in front of us. Fuck, that was beautiful. Sure, he wasn’t on his knees for me, but it was sexy.
“I think this will work.” Taking the lube, he started playing with her ass.
“You are one amazing omega.” I kissed her long and deep as her peppermint scent surrounded me.
“Is everyone okay so far?” Carlos said softly.
Would this be more comfortable someplace else? Yes. Given that look on her face, would I stop us? No. Because she still felt incredible.
She was incredible.
“I’m okay,” she said softly.
“Me, too. Oh, I can’t wait to see you fuck her,” I told Carlos. Kissing him earlier had been fucking hot. Also, I was feeling pretty good between the recreational, the booze, and their arousal. Carlos seemed to enjoy himself too.
“Please, please,” Fiona finally gasped.
“I’ll go slow. Let me know if it’s too much,” Carlos told her. “You’re nice and wet between the lube and your slick, but I don’t want to hurt you.”
“You’re going to make her feel so good,” I assured, trying to put him at ease. I raised my arms so I could tangle them in his hair.
I watched enviously as he slowly slid his cock into Fiona’s pale ass. Though honestly it was my cock that I’d like to slide into his ass.
Pleasure erupted across Fiona’s face as we got into a rhythm–her and Carlos moving as one.
Would Carlos take me as well as Fiona took him?
“I’m not going to last very long,” Carlos panted.
“Me neither,” Fiona gasped.
“Same.” I could feel him. I could feel himthroughher. Fucking shit. It took every ounce of my self-control to not push her down on my knot. Instead, I kissed her lips as Carlos kissed her neck, my hands still in his hair.
“Yes, yes, yes,” she gasped. Her pussy fluttered around my cock as she came. That made me cum. Carlos gasped and wrapped his arms around her.
“Everyone okay?” Carlos rested his head on her back, arms around the both of us, my hands now trapped in between the two of them.
“Better than okay. That was so much fun to try,” Fiona replied.
