“Yes, yes, yes.” I howl as I come, feeling my soul has sprouted wings and is flying directly — defiantly — toward the sun.
I collapse in a sweaty Omega pile against the headboard, before the tightening of Zero’s elegant fingers against my hips reminds me that despite my mind-blowing orgasm, he does still need to breathe.
“Sorry,” I say with a goofy smile.
Zero’s laughter vibrates against my oversensitive clit.
I hurriedly swing off him with a laugh of my own, surprised that a scene like this could be both so sexy but also, so playful.
But then, it’s Zero. I should have realized.
“Do you want me to…?” I edge my hand toward his cock.
“No need, love, being used by you was enough to make me come.” He says it proudly.
I stare at the pearly liquid that is pooled on Zero’s stomach.
I can’t help puffing out my chest.
I never thought that I could make a man come untouched from simply the taste of my slick.
“My pretty mouth has been used by both Icarus and you now.” When Zero tilts his head, I can tell how much he’s enjoying being blindfolded. “Am I talented?”
“In so many fucking ways.”
I reach to remove his blindfold, stroking through his hair. “Close your eyes. I’m about to take this off.”
I don’t want the light to hurt his eyes.
Unexpectedly, the door to the bedroom swings open.
Zero startles, sitting up in alarm. “Who is it?”
“Icarus,” I reply, studying Icarus who is leaning in the doorway watching the two of us in the bed with a hungry expression.
Zero relaxes back onto the sheets. “Oh, only the hotel manager. Tell him that we need new towels and then not to disturb us, yeah?”
I snort a laugh.
Icarus’ expression is both dangerous and fond, which I didn’t know could be a thing.
“Brat.” Icarus stalks to the bed, wrenching off his jacket and then slowly turning up his shirtsleeves.
It’s probably lucky that Zero can’t see right now.
“I did call down to reception for a brat tamer.” Zero still makes no effort to remove his blindfold.
Icarus crawls onto the bed toward us. “You look like you’ve both had a good breakfast.”
“I ate strawberries and champagne,” I say, trying to sound innocent.
Icarus trails his finger pointedly through the cum on Zero’s stomach.
“And I ate Grace’s pussy,” Zero adds.
I blush.
Icarus snatches a handful of Zero’s hair and tugs his head up. “Beta…”
