Page 53 of Sweet Torment

“Still,” he commands softly. He waits until I obey before his touch returns, this time to fix the position of my legs, spreading them a fraction wider.

When his palms finally settle on my ass, warm and firm as they knead the muscle there, I sigh in relief. Finally. With a hand on each cheek, he brushes his thumbs over my pussy lips, spreading me just enough for the cool cave air to kiss my swollen flesh. I gasp.

“Did Owen fill you up with enough cum, or do you need more?” he murmurs, his thumbs circling slowly, smearing my wetness. “Look at you. So messy for us. Perfectly pink and swollen.”

The praise makes me even more worked up. I’m squirming, desperate for more.

“Finger yourself,” he orders. “Show us how you like it.”

I hesitate but then obey. My own touch feels clumsy and inadequate. It does nothing to soothe the deep, internal ache.

“It’s not working,” I complain, my voice petulant. I whine, annoyed.

He chuckles, a low, dark sound. He reaches into my abandoned backpack and pulls out the dildo I was so generously provided for this experiment. “What about this then?”

He holds it out. I snatch it from him and push it inside me. A moan escapes me at the initial feeling of being filled, but the second it’s there, my body rebels. It’s cold, lifeless plastic. It’s not him. It’s not them. I pull it out with a frustrated sob and throw it against the cave wall, where it lands with a dull thud. The tantrum makes him laugh again, louder this time.

“Please touch me.”

He pushes two fingers inside me, working me until the sounds are absolutely vulgar. My body squelches and sucks at his fingers.

“Freddie, help me,” Tristan calls. “Add a finger.” I feel Freddie work one in. The third finger inside me makes my legs almost buckle. The stretch feels so good. Their three fingers working in tandem is ridiculously hot.

“Fuck, you’re burning up inside,” I hear Freddie say.

“Hmm. Do you want to fuck our omega, Freddie?” Tristan asks, his voice smooth.

“More than anything.”

I push back against their fingers hard. “I think she wants you to,” he says. They pull their fingers out, and I almost cry out at the loss. “Shhh.” One of them rubs my back soothingly.

I hear zippers, the rustle of fabric, and from my position on the floor, I see their clothes fall around us. Someone moves behind me, and I feel the hot, blunt pressure of a cockhead at my entrance. “It’s me,” Freddie says, his voice a warm whisper as he strokes my ass.

He pushes the head of his cock in, and I damn near scream, my body coming alive for him. I immediately push back on him hard, taking as much of him inside me as I can.

“Oh fuck!” he exclaims, the sound a mix of shock and pleasure. I push back again and again, swallowing his cock greedily.

He’s losing his shit, and so am I.

Turning my head to the side, my eyes find Tristan. He’s stroking himself, just watching us. The way he’s doing it is so slow and tantalizing I can’t tear my eyes away.

“Open that pretty mouth for me.”

I do. His cock slips past my lips, and the new sensation makes me clench hard around Freddie, causing him to stutter out a curse. They feel so good inside me; I might be in heaven. This is exactly what I need to forget everything. All I can hear are the sounds of us—their grunts, my moans, the wet slap of skin against skin. I never want it to end.

Tristan pulls out of my mouth, and I miss him instantly. “Freddie, hold her up against your chest.”

Freddie sits back on his knees, maneuvering me into his lap so I’m flush against his chest. It’s a new, delicious angle that has me gasping. My legs are splayed on the outside of his, spreading me completely open, putting me on display for everyone to see him buried deep inside me.

Tristan drops to his knees in front of us and leans down to where we’re joined. “Freddie, do you mind if⁠—”

“Mind what?” Freddie asks, then gasps as Tristan’s lips close around my clit, and I squeeze down on him hard. “Holy fuck!”

The sensation of Tristan’s mouth on me while Freddie’s cock stretches me makes me nearly black out.

“Fuck no, I don’t mind,” Freddie manages. “She just—Christ—she has a vice grip on me⁠—”

“She tastes so good,” Tristan says against my clit. “Like sugar and sex and ours.”