I nodded, satisfied. “What do you do if you need me to stop?”
He obediently tapped my thigh three times. Even with all the stimulation, he was able to follow instructions. I was almost impressed, if it didn’t make me want to break him into a thousand pieces.
These were things we always did when we played, so it was fairly ingrained in him, second nature in a way. That tell-tale obedience that came with being cum-drunk making my lips twitch up into a smile.
I tightened the makeshift leash around his neck and handed the end over to Cameo, who gripped it with his spare hand, tattooed fingers wrapping the length around his fist several times. He was quick to pull it tight, squeezing the leather around his throat.
“Take my cock out,” I told Joon, letting my hands run over his wig.
I wished it was his real hair. Cameo and Marcus tended to go full force, giving out pain and pleasure in droves. I preferred to start with kindness, a caring softness, so when I was ready to take it away and replace it with pain, they felt it even more.
And Joon ate it up every time.
It took him a moment to release my cock with his trembling hands, but he finally got there. When it fell out, my hard length smacked him in the face, landing right on the lips I craved to put myself between.
He didn’t wait for instruction, his tongue peaking out and licking down under my shaft. When he was right before my tip, he licked the small silver piercing I had there, giving it special attention.
My moan was added to the chorus of my other packmates, shivers running down my spine when his hand came up and cupped my balls, squeezing them slightly.
Cameo tightened the leash that’d been created. “Come on, Gattino, take him like you mean it.”
Joon moved his mouth around my tip, swallowing me back as far as he could take me without help before pulling back, repeating the process.
“I know you can give him more,” Cam insisted. “He’s the reason you’re here with us after all, shouldn’t you give him a big thank you?”
I wasn’t sure if the nod he gave was intentional over my cock, but I felt a sense of pride in it all the same.
My hands grasped the back of his head as I pulled him in closer, making him take me all the way to my base, holding it as those tears I’d craved started falling. He was a good boy and didn’t put on any waterproof makeup, so I got to watch those thick, black tears run down his face, ruining him just for us.
Fuck, it was so sexy I was getting close already.
“God, I’m gonna come in this tight hole,” Cameo started to babble. “Going to fill you up so you’re dripping with me for days.”
Joon’s voice vibrated with agreement around my cock, probably begging for it, though no actual words were able to escape. Cam tightened the belt even more, so much that I could feel it squeezing around my cock.
“Fuck,” he groaned as he started releasing into Joon. He slapped his ass once, twice, and then again for good measure. Fingerprints standing in stark, stinging red relief against the omega’s skin. “Fill up our little cumslut, Joon, give her what she craves.”
His eyes rolled to the back of his head as he pumped a few more times before stopping. His throat tightened even more, and I couldn’t hold back. I thrust into him one more time, spilling down his throat. He tried to swallow around me, but began gagging pretty quickly.
Even in the lust-filled haze, we were quick to ease up, me removing myself and Cameo releasing the belt, letting him breathe fully for the first time. When we released him, Joon fell into Eva, letting his head rest on her full breast with a pathetic sigh.
I watched as Marcus pulled back, jerking himself a few times before unloading onto Eva’s face, covering her in thick ropes of his cum. God it was sexy, so much so my cock was already aching to go again.
It was hard to decide who I wanted to be more—Marcus, fucking Eva’s perfect mouth, or Eva herself, her swollen lips dripping in his cum.
Cameo pushed Joon down, pressing his face towards hers. “Lick it up like the good cumslut you are, and don’t swallow.”
His gaze into her eyes was hazy as he began licking around her face, over her cheeks and chin, even catching the few stray ropes that fell on her forehead.
When he was good and done, he leaned up, opening his tongue to show what he’d collected. The pool of white on his tongue was so erotic, I watched as a bit dripped from his tongue, dripping onto her below.
“I think she deserves a taste, don’t you?” I asked.
Joon was quick to nod.
“Go on then,” Cameo insisted.
He leaned down and met her easily, the kiss sloppy, the sharing of cum between them evident.
