I reached my hand up to run it over the mask, the smooth plastic odd under my fingers. Decidedly separate. “I want to feel good too.”
The hand on my chest snaked down, over my flat stomach, to my skirt, lifted in the center by my rigid length. His hand closed around it—skirt and all—for a possessive stroke that nearly made my knees buckle. The tartan fabric against my sensitive head was almost uncomfortable, warring with the good feeling of any kind of friction and the too muchness of the rough weave. My cock leaked precum like a faucet, wetting the fabric of my skirt, a sensation I loved and hated in equal measure.
My ass pressed back against him, feeling his cock twitch in response as it lined up against my cheeks. My hole was slick, dripping with the thought of him fucking me, and not for the first time in my life, I was grateful to be an omega.
Carrying around lube was such a fucking pain.
I turned my head to ask Cameo for more, but his free hand caught my jaw, forcing my eyes back to Marcus and Eva.
“Keep your eyes where they fucking belong,” the alpha snapped behind me, grinding against my ass. “Wouldn’t want to miss any of the show.”
And I had, even in that brief moment to look over my shoulder, I’d missed Marcus turning Eva around, her soft panting breaths loud in my ears as the alpha undid his belt and pants, matching outfit to Cameo’s, feeling like some perverse trick now that I was watching him prepare to fuck someone else.
Fuck, he was big. Big enough that I wondered if Eva would be able to take all of him.
If I were able to.
Jealousy burned like fire, licking my insides as I thrust into Cameo’s hand with a groan.
As much as I hated it, as much as I wanted it to be me… I wanted to see it just as much. Wanted to watch him break the pretty little omega into a million pieces while Cam edged me into a sobbing puddle on the floor.
Marcus adjusted her as easily as a doll, getting Eva onto her knees on the hard ground with her arms behind her back for him to hold. His eyes found mine over her shoulder as he slipped her panties to the side, holding my gaze as his large hand tightened around her wrists for leverage as he pushed inside her with a low growl.
Eva reacted immediately, sobbing into the floor with relief. “Fuck, alpha, more!” she begged, rocking into him desperately. “Please, please, please!”
Because of the mask, I couldn’t see his facial expression. But from his voice, I could’ve sworn he was smiling. “Tell Joon how good my cock feels, fuckdoll.”
Cameo’s breath came sharp in my ear as Eva’s eyes trained on me, lips quivering with every snap of Marcus’ hips inching her across the floor.
“S-so fucking good!” Eva gasped desperately, breaking off into a whining moan as she fought to meet him stroke for stroke.
My focus narrowed to them, the jiggle of Eva’s tits with every sharp thrust into her drenched cunt, the way Marcus towered over her, his hands gripping her wrists so tightly his knuckles were white as he fucked her tight little body into the ground like he hated her, the slap of their bodies meeting making me warm all over.
“Put your hand on your cock and stroke yourself.Slowly.” Cameo emphasised the last word with a click of his tongue. “And if you come, that knife will come back out, and not in a fun way.”
“Y-yes, Master,” I replied weakly, chewing my lip.
“I think my omega likes your tits,” Marcus said harshly. “Take them out, give him a show.”
My hand replaced Cameo’s, keeping my first tight around my skirt-clothed cock as I pumped myself. He readjusted behind me, the warmth of his body disappearing as Marcus freed Eva’s hands to let her pull at her top.
She didn’t bother to fiddle with the buttons, taking both sides of the fabric and tearing it open with the ping of the little plastic circles hitting the floor and mirrors. Her hot pink bra, so like mine, though filled to the point of breaking, barely contained her chest even before she slid down the straps, revealing her taut pink nipples to the room.
I couldn’t tell what Cameo was doing, but the missing warmth against my back made me feel more and more hollow as the seconds ticked by, watching Eva writhe under Marcus’ touch, a hand wrapping around her throat muting her wails of pleasure.
That feeling passed quickly when Cameo’s hand found my throat, giving me a hand necklace of my own as the other teasedmy hole. Briefly, I glanced at us in the mirror, my cock jumping in my hand at the sight of his skeleton hand tattoo locked around my throat.
“God, so fucking wet for me,” Cameo moaned into my ear, setting off a chain reaction as I let out a moan of my own.
He used one finger at first, circling in a hideous tease before pressing inside of me. With how wet I was, he slid in easily past the tight ring of muscles, fucking in and out of my ass before quickly adding a second digit to press and stretch at my opening.
Marcus leaned down to say something to Eva, but I couldn’t hear him over my own desperate whimpers and pants. Whatever it was had her moaning loudly, nodding desperately as she clawed at the ground, his hand closing around her pigtails to jerk her partially upright—rewarding me with a better view of her perfect curves.
Cam shocked me with a third finger, stretching me thoroughly, but I was done with that. Between the hand on my cock, Cameo’s fingers, and the sight in front of me, I was going to combust.
“Master,” I gasped. “Please,pleasefuck me.”
Cameo’s dark chuckle was so delicious, I had to squeeze my tip to the point of strangulation to avoid coming and disobeying his orders. “Does my little omega slut need his hole filled?” he crooned, crooking his fingers to stroke my prostate.
