"Now, Seb, notice how even though our omega is shaking with pleasure, she isn't going anywhere. And if her legs completely gave way, Zeke's angle means that he is atzerorisk of suffocation."
The deep voice reminds my omega that there is more available than only tongue and fingers. My inner thighs are quivering at the thought. Another intoxicating waft of the gardenafter the rain scent of all of us sends a throb of hungry longing through my core.
"More." The demand escapes me before I can pull it back.
"Does your omega need a cock to cum on?" James asks from behind me.
"Yes. Please?"
"Patience, Omega." Zeke's deep grumble makes my toes clench on the soft carpet. A rich spike of scent floods over me as Seb's chest momentarily stills. My breath stutters as I feel firm thickness parting my folds and teasing my entrance. I bury my head in Seb's neck, a groan of pleasure escaping at the delicious stretch, as I'm filled from behind. The cock that thrusts into me with teasing slowness makes me bite my lip and groan until I'm filled with Zeke's thick, hard warmth. Strong fingers grip my hips, pulling at my flesh, making my skin burn with longing. Seb lets out a sharp breath, one arm still holding me, the other hand deftly teasing my nipple. My moan is impatient as Zeke's cock starts to teasingly inch in and out of my core.
"Is that what you need, Omega?" James' satisfied growl makes my core twitch.
"Yes. More. Please, Sir?" My voice is tight with longing.
Clutching tighter to Seb's neck, I let out a groan of pleasure as Zeke's pace builds. Seb's pulse is throbbing faster and faster in his neck as his erection strains against his belly. He's stroking my breast and teasing my nipple, matching his pace with Zeke's.
The bed dents as James kneels next to us. He strokes my hair.
"Seb? Do you think you've learned an important lesson?"
"Ugh. Yes, Sir." His voice is clipped.
"Now, Omega, you said before you wanted to taste one of your alphas while another filled you. Is that still something you want?"
Pleasure pulls my face into a scrunch as I nod, my tiny "yes, please, Sir," barely audible.
James grunts. "Very well, then. Touch him how you like. You've been such a good girl. You deserve a treat. Just wait a moment before you taste him."
It's hard to focus on his words as Zeke's cock pistons in and out of me, hitting so many pleasure centres on their way, while his hands grip my hips.
Precum is already leaking from the tip of Seb's cock as my left hand runs down his torso and brushes against his abs. He groans as I run the tips of my fingers over the back of the head of his cock, rubbing his dripping slickness into the sensitive spot where his cock head meets his shaft. My fingers trail up and down his length, appreciating the bulge of its head, the slight curve in his shaft, and the bulge of Seb's growing knot.
Hungry anticipation makes me lick my lips and scrape my teeth over Seb's collarbone. Zeke's pace behind us never falters, the tips of his fingers digging firmly into my flesh, as his cock pistons in and out of me, from the tip all the way down to the top of his knot.
I rub my thumb over the tip of Seb's cock, wetting it, and smooth it over the tender fold of skin underneath his cockhead. Wrapping my hand around his shaft, I slip the skin up and down. Seb sucks in a sharp breath.
The air is thick with the scent of all of us. It's utterly delicious.
The mattress under us wobbles as James shifts. He strokes my hair again.
"Omega? Before you have your mouth full, we need to know if you are going to want Zeke's knot to cum on?"
Panting, hungry breaths make my body shudder. "Yes. Please?"
"All for you, darling," Zeke grunts out from behind me.
James' sturdy arm appears between me and Seb, pressing against my collarbone, taking my weight.
"Good girls get exactly what they want. Scoot back a bit, Seb. Dellie, I'll help lower you down."
I drop slightly as more of my weight transfers to James' forearm. My hand simply refuses to release Seb's cock as he shuffles back. He chuckles, and strokes my face as James slides a pillow under my belly and helps lower me down until I'm braced on my free arm. He strokes my face, then releases me.
"Alright, lovely. You can taste when you want."
I think I like this kind of game.
My tongue stripes down Seb's shaft and I swirl the tip of it over his frenulum. The musky undertone of maleness blends with petrichor in a way that makes my omega clamour. I pull the head of Seb's cock into my mouth with a hungry moan, and slurp as my hand works the base of his shaft, gripping his knot tightly and squeezing rhythmically.
