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“On the counter. So he can see what he’s missing.”
“Fuck, Quinn,” Brady growls. “You’re going to kill me.”
I smirk. “You’ll survive,” I say as Dylan lifts me onto the oversized island. Cold granite kisses my ass, and I shiver before rolling onto my knees. I crawl toward Brady, watching as his eyes dilate. My breasts sway as I move, and there’s something wonderfully devious about the idea of punishing him for rejecting me. Stopping in front of him, I kneel before him and part my legs, letting him get a good look.
“You’ll stay where you are while Austin fucks me and knots me.” I run my hands over my breasts and pinch my nipples. “And you’ll watch as I take Dylan in my mouth and throat.” I glide a hand down to my center, dragging one finger through my slit. “And you’ll watch them fill me with cum, all the while”—I flick my clit and gasp—“knowing you can’t.”
“Quinn,” he growls, shaking his head. “I can’t?—”
I press the finger coated with slick to his lips, smirking as he purrs. “You can, and you will. No touching yourself until I say so. No release until I’m ready for you to fill me with your cum. Understood?”
His tongue flicks out and he groans as he tastes me.
“Understood?” I ask again.
The cedarwood of his scent thickens the air around us. I breathe him in, loving that I’m the one he desires. Finally, I’m not pining alone. Lifting his gaze to meet mine, he sucks my finger into his mouth, finding every last drop. He cleans my finger like it’s the last thing he’ll do before he dies. Slowly, he pulls his mouth from my skin. “Understood.”
I smile. “Good boy.”
“Fuck, that’s the hottest shit I’ve ever seen.” Austin is suddenly there on the counter with me, arms yanking me away from Brady and tugging me to the middle of the counter where Dylan waits. They’re both undressed as well, thick cocks hard and ready.
And they’re all mine. My stomach flutters. They spread me out between them, Dylan at my head and Austin at my feet. My gaze flicks to Brady, checking to make sure he’s doing as I asked, and to my surprise, he is.
Maybe he can take direction from someone else.
As cool whipped cream hits my already sensitive nipples, I wiggle away from the cold, but Dylan’s mouth descends on me. He laps at the sweetness before sucking my tit into his mouth,and the pressure from the suctioning goes straight to my cunt. Austin sprays another dollop of cream on my other breast, then drops trails down my stomach and legs, placing little sweet spots everywhere but the spot that matters.
I appreciate him not putting sugary goodness on my cunt, because I’m not trying to have a yeast infection, but fuck, I want his mouth on me.
Dylan suckles at the nipple he’s cleaned, alternating between sucking hard and gently, driving me wild with the opposition.
“She’s such a good omega, isn’t she?” Austin asks.
Dylan hums and Brady grunts. I peek over at him, smirking when I see his eyes frantically traveling all over my body, almost like he can’t decide what to focus on. Austin’s mouth starts at my ankle and slowly moves up one leg. Dylan’s hand moves to my core, fingers languidly teasing my cunt.
The contact makes my back arch off the counter, and Brady’s eyes fly to my nipple still covered in whipped cream seconds before Dylan strikes, claiming it and blocking my view of his brother. Austin works his way down my other leg, sucking and biting and cleaning my skin.
I cup Dylan’s balls. He groans against my skin, and I smile, tugging and massaging them. They’re so full. So heavy.Mine.
Every part they touch ripples with electricity that zings to my center. My walls clamp down and a soft keen escapes my lips.
Dylan flicks his finger over my clit hard enough to make the keen cut off, and then his mouth is on mine, consuming me as he circles that spot again and again and again. I’m so close, but I need more. I need to be?—
As if reading my mind, Austin slides two fingers inside of me, slick coating his digits and welcoming him. At just the right moment, he curls his fingers. I buck into their hands and Dylan purrs.
Austin’s mouth clamps around my thigh, close to where his fingers are, and he bites down hard enough to bruise. The pain is the last push I need to plunge off the edge. Dylan steals my throaty moan, and they gently bring me down, their teasing growing slower and slower until Austin slides out of me and Dylan breaks our kiss.
My gaze instantly flies to Brady. Like he promised, he isn’t touching himself. He looks positively rabid, eyes fully dilated, nostrils flaring as he scents my pleasure and my slick, knuckles gripping the counter so tight, it’s a miracle it hasn’t cracked, and jaw set, rigid and determined.
Our eyes collide and he nods.I’m listening.
Austin pulls me toward him, and I focus on the brothers that deserve my attention. His hand rests at my throat, lips crashing into mine. Frenzied and needy. Desperate to taste, to claim, to take. I curl my legs under me and kneel, meeting his enthusiasm with my own demanding tongue.
“I bought this, but I wasn’t sure how you’d feel about it,” Dylan says.
Austin and I break apart, and I turn to see what he’s holding. In his hands is a butt plug and a bottle of lube. My eyes widen. I’ve never done that—or anything—back there.
“Will it hurt?” I whisper.
