His tongue flattens, then curls just right, pressure exactly where I need it.
I choke on a moan. He doesn’t rush. Helingers, tongue sliding through my slick, tasting, teasing, breathing me in like he’s savoring every second.
Beau’s hands stay locked on my hips, holding me steady when my body tries to sag.
“Easy,” he murmurs behind me, low and commanding. “Let him work. Let him have you.”
I whimper, hips jerking despite myself.
“Oh no,” Connor chuckles softly. “You don’t get to run. Not now.”
His tongue presses harder, circling my clit then dragging down again. I can hear the wet sounds of it, feel the vibration of his groans against my body, and it makes my head spin.
I glance sideways without thinking. Theo is still in the armchair, his posture is rigid. His chest rises and falls too fast, eyes blown wide and fixed on me as Connor eats me like it’s his last meal.
The awareness of being watched sends another wave of heat through me.
“Fuck,” Connor groans. “You should feel how her pussy clenches. She knows he’s watching, and she fuckingloves it.”
Beau growls softly behind me, equal parts pleased and possessive, and then he moves.
I hear fabric shifting, feel the heat at my back; the unmistakable brush of skin as he strips, his presence growing heavier and closer. I squeeze my eyes shut when he steps up beside me, his body a wall of heat and muscle.
He taps my jaw once.
“Open.”
I turn my head, and he’s right there—shirt gone, jeans pushed down, cock heavy and flushed in his hand. He’s thick, and impossibly solid.
My mouth waters instantly.
Beau hooks a finger under my chin, guiding my face up until I’m looking at him. His thumb presses against my lower lip, and he groans when I open without hesitation.
“Good girl,” he murmurs.
I take his cock into my mouth slowly, my lips stretching and tongue sliding along the underside before I sink deeper. Beau exhales sharply, his hand threading into my hair as he sets the pace—gentle at first, then firmer as I relax around him.
At the same time, Connor’s tongue circles my clit again.
The double sensation nearly undoes me.
My body is caught between them; Beau filling my mouth, Connor devouring me from below, and every nerve lights up. I moan around Beau’s cock, the sound vibrating against his length, and he groans, hips rocking forward even harder.
“Thatsound,” Connor mutters into my slit, his voice utterly wrecked. “You hear that, Beau? She’s losing her fucking mind.”
I grind down onto Connor’s face as I suck Beau deeper, breath breaking with every movement. Connor hums into me in encouragement, his skilful tongue never letting up.
“That’s it, Omega,” he says. “Ride my mouth. Use it.”
Beau’s grip tightens in my hair.
“Careful,” he warns softly. “She comes whenIsay.”
Connor laughs softly beneath me.
“Fuck,” he says. “She’s perfect.”
Beau’s hand tightens, voice dark and sure.
