Everything around me is fading into the background, other than these men, and the scent in the air that makes me feel like I'm right where I need to be. Zeke sits on the bed, facing me, his arms wrapping around me in a loose hug. The fragrance of his lavender licks across my skin, easing my tension and awakening my nerves.
James' grin is laced with an almost wicked excitement. He's standing up straighter than he was before, and his eyes are sparkling, though I'm not sure whether it's with excitement or lust or something else.
Seb is relaxing behind us, leaning against the bedhead. The pops of basil and waft of petrichor both settle something inside me and awaken something else.
Zeke leans forward slightly, and cups my cheek with one of his hands. My eyes close, my face is leaning into his touch. His thumb strokes along my cheekbone.
My skin is alight with nervous hunger.
"Now, Seb. Do you see how Zeke is touching her?" James' voice is low and quiet.
"Yes, Sir."
A rumble emerges from James. "It's not sexual, and it won't be until she tells him or shows him that's what she wants. And, most importantly, there'sabsolutelyno risk of anyone suffocating."
I try, and fail, to muffle the giggle that escapes. Zeke's chest is bouncing with suppressed laughter, but his thumb doesn't stop its gentle pattern across my skin. "What word, Dellie?"
"Mmmm. More."
The warmth of his face radiates over my skin as he leans towards me. The brush of his lips against my neck leaves goosebumps running behind it. I shiver.
"Does that feel good, darling?" he whispers into my clavicle.
"Yes," I breathe. Ever-so-lightly, Zeke's other hand is scratching up and down my spine. I feel my nipples pull tight. I arch my back towards his fingers unconsciously, chasing the pressure. "More." My voice is husky.
A firmer yet softer broad hand gently lands on the back of my neck. James fists my hair by the roots at the nape of my neck in a move that makes my insides turn to custard, and turns me to face him. "If you want more, little Omega, you'll need to help keep things ergonomic. Understand?"
The little twinges of Seb's chest as he swallows his laughter catch the corner of my eye. I bite back a smile. "Yes, Sir."
The gentle caress James smooths over my cheek with his other hand sends a fresh gush of slick down the inside of my thigh. My omega is desperate to get his scent all over me, and rubs against his palm. He smiles, releases my hair, and leans over Seb, grabbing a couple of pillows from the far side of the bed, plonking a thick, soft one on the mattress in front of me. The smooth pillowcase brushes against the skin just below my navel.
"I want you to stand in front of me, feet on the floor, facing the bed, and then lean down until you touch the pillow. Take your weight on your forearms."
My skin prickles with anticipation. It isn't a request. But there's a part of me that seems to really like that. I stand where James showed me and bend down, leaning my chest on the pillow. My butt is sticking out and the angle is a bit awkward.
"Hmmmm. No, that's not great for your lower back." He runs an evaluative hand down my torso, making me shiver. "Ah. I know. Seb?" A warm touch is brushing down the back of my right leg, then wandering up my inner thigh, making my core pulse and my pussy twitch.
"Yeah, Sir?" I can hear mirth and warmth in his voice, but also something more primal.
"If you're going to be having a lesson, you'll need to be able to see things properly. Come and sit in front of Dellie."
Seb crawls over, following James' finger. I look up at Seb's face. It's wrapped up in a wry expression.
"Seb, help hold Dellie up. And I hope you notice how her feet are under the bed and knees are pressed against the side of the mattress to prevent unintended travel."
There's a soft chuckle from Seb as I push myself up onto my hands, and Seb slips his arms under my armpits, wrapping my chest in a hug. I wrap my arms around his neck. I'm almost upright, my legs straight but spread, my body leaning slightly forward. Seb is sitting in front of me. My arms are wrapped around his shoulders, and one of his hands is buried in my hair. I thrust my nose into his neck, breathing in his addictive musk and petrichor. Hands—I'm not sure whose now—brush over my skin in all directions, leaving trails of goosebumps and tingles in their wake. I shudder out a moan, my "more" muffled by Seb's neck.
Over the whispering of hands slowly dragging across my skin, I hear something flop on the ground behind me with a quiet thud, and something soft presses gently against my ankles.
Knees nudge my feet slightly further apart, and warm fingers graze up my calves, then my thighs. They whisper across my folds, sending shivers of longing through me. I can't even think about being embarrassed by the surge in my perfume, I'm so caught up in the sensation. I shudder, another moan slipping out.
"More. Please," I breathe into Seb's ear. His fingers twirl my hair, his nails graze my scalp, dragging zips of pleasure behind them, almost perfectly matching pace with the teasing fingers that tantalising brush back and forth between my legs. My nerves are firing from all directions.
"Zeke, I think you're meant to be giving a demo. I've gotsomuch to learn. Get on with it, mate." I can hear the suppressed laughter in his voice. And a hint of hunger.
Thick fingers press more firmly and run along my slit. Slick drips down my thighs as Zeke parts my folds. My knees shake as a warm tongue runs along my seam, while fingers tap my clit. It builds in a delicious rhythm; but it's not enough. My omega wants more. The garbled demand that bursts forth echoes around the room.
The tongue is suddenly replaced by two thrusting fingers. I let out a long, breathy groan. The pace is right, the angle perfect. My nipples brush against the light smattering of curly hair on Seb's chest. The slight prickle makes me twang and thrum with pleasure. My arousal builds, making my thighs start to tremble.
