“She’s good for another,” Luca says lightly, undoing the zipper of my skirt and helping Simon ease it down over my hips.
When I’m fully bared to them, Simon stares, a slow perusal of my body. “Beautiful,” he breathes, leaning forward to capture my lips in a kiss. I open to him, feel the teasing slide of his tongue against mine, forever winding me up. He strokes over my clit slowly, gentle touches that keep desire simmering inside of me. “Saints, if you only knew how often I thought about backing you up against the stacks in the library, pulling your tights aside just enough so I could touch you. You’d have to be so quiet, kit-kat.”
“Impossible,” Luca snorts. “Besides, you’d drive half the library fucking wild with the scent of her slick. Every alpha on campus would want a taste…”
Simon’s hazel eyes darken, and he drops a trail of kisses down my jaw until he can suck at the hollow of my throat, tongue teasing against my skin until I buck hard against his fingers. Saints, what this beta does to me, how every pass of his lips, his tongue, ignites a blaze beneath my skin.
“Or find a hidden corner, drop to my knees in front of you, so I could taste you, tease you until you were whimpering, begging to come…”
“Please!” I breathe.
Simon chuckles against my skin and nuzzles me. “Is that what you want, Junes?”
I want everything from this bossy beta. His mouth, his fingers, his cock. We move slowly and I’m dizzy with impatient need for him. Every inch of freckled skin beneath my fingertips as we explore each other. Yet he holds himself back, never letting me touch him. I get only what he gives me, never any more.
“Please, Simon,” I beg.
Luca pulls me from Simon’s lap until I’m half in his and spreads my thighs for my beta lover. Fuck, I’m so obscenely open, so on display, but Simon drinks me in, eyes roving down my body.
“Saints, I love the way you glisten when you’re wet,” he groans, lazily tracing his fingers through my folds. He drops to his stomach in front of me, stroking down the inside of my thigh until he reaches my knee, then hitches my knee over his shoulder. When he looks up at me from between my thighs, he’s all awe, softer than an alpha’s possession but no less dear to me.
For just a moment, he’s shy. “I’ve never done this with—”
“With an omega? Don’t worry, bro. She’ll tell you what she likes, and you’ve been a damn quick study so far.” Luca tweaks my nipples and I arch up into his touch, wanting his mouth on my nipples, on my neck, my lips. I whine, but Luca knows. He knows exactly what I want. I want the ball of his piercing against my breasts, my tongue.
Simon thrusts two fingers back inside me, spreading my folds open with his thumb. He dips his head between my thighs, dropping soft kisses on my mound, the insides of my thighs. I squirm as he teases and he laughs, his breath hot against my skin. He thumbs over my clit, and I arch up with a cry.
“Juniper, I’ll give you everything you want, whatever you need, but I’m going to take my time.”
I groan, the feather-light touches of his lips against my skin making me squirm.
He drags his fingers out of my cunt and thrusts them back in just as slowly, his knuckles working against my back wall until I’m writhing so much Simon makes Luca hold me still with one pointed look. Luca bands his arm across my middle, hand stilling my hips.
“Too much?” Simon asks, his expression sweet once more.
Until I tell him, “No, it’s perfect.”
That blaze returns to his eyes, the golden promise of more pleasure than I can stand. “Good girl,” he murmurs, and dives between my folds, his tongue finding my clit. I fight against Luca’s hold to arch up, to chase Simon’s tongue as he draws back, as he teases, kissing along my folds. He rocks his knuckles against my estrus gland and pleasure builds, white hot inside me, but he takes his time.
He explores, laving his tongue over my clit, first lightly and then with enough pressure to make me buck and writhe as much as Luca’s hold will allow.
Luca laughs softly. “Told you not to worry.” He traces the backs of the fingers on his free hand over my cheek and I turn into the touch. Saints, I want so much more of them both, but Luca seems content to let Simon set our pace—and Simon seems more than intent on teasing.
He sucks my clit between his lips, tracing idle swirls over the sensitive bud with the tip of his tongue, never touching me the same way twice. He flattens his tongue against my clit just as he rocks his knuckles inside my slick cunt, and I cry out.
“Please, please, please, Simon!”
He nuzzles against my mound and lashes his tongue against my clit, winding me up so quickly I can’t even catch my breath. And then he draws back.
I groan at the loss of contact, but Simon smirks up at me. “I think you need a distraction, kit-kat. Suck Luc off while I lick you.”
A zap of pleasure arcs all the way up my spine from my needy sex and when Luca releases me to undo his zip, I quickly twist so I can take him into my mouth.
I moan at the salty taste of him, the weight of his thick length on my tongue, the cool slide of his piercings between my lips. I hum out a moan around Luca’s hardness, and Simon was right. It’s just enough of a distraction to quell the sharp, impatient need that had me writhing against his mouth.
Simon licks me slowly, deliberately, each pass of his tongue sending pleasure jolting through me and I… I float, strung out on a level of pleasure I’ve never felt before as he takes his time. He doesn’t rush to make me come—not this time—instead focusing on drawing out my pleasure as long as he can.
And I love it.
