“I’m going to fuck you slowly so you don’t thrust your monster cock down our omega’s throat and hurt her, got it?”
“You’re the one who’s going to get hurt if you don’t get these fucking scarves off me,” Timber growls as he jerks his arms.
“Promise you’ll tell us when you’re going to come,” Kane says, happily ignoring him. Nerves are bubbling up inside me as I twist back to hover over his cock. I’ve been waiting so long for this, and I don’t want to waste my chance.
“Fuck you,” Timber snarls, shaking between us, but it just turns me on even more.
He’s clearly still angry, so obviously the best thing to do is to cup his cock between both of my hands and flatten my tongue across the head.
His cry is just as loud as mine as lightning fires and pleasure whips through my body. Gasping, I fall forward, one hand crashing into Timber’s hip as I whimper in shock.
I’ve never come so easily before. A light orgasm hums in me as I hungrily lick him again, running my tongue piercing over his slit so he can feel how hard it is.
Every noise he makes is so much better than the last. I want a playlist of Timber’s top ten moans.
My nipples and clit need attention so badly, but I love how Timber’s rich taste feeds deeper into my body, until everything is filled with coffee.
I swirl my tongue, licking up every drop of thick precum as I moan around him.
“Are you coming again, sweetness?” Kane asks. “He’s just that good, isn’t he?” Timber’s cock nudges against my lips as he glides into his ass again.
I make a sound of agreement as I keep licking at him, widening my lips, trying to take him in my mouth, but he’s just too big. And it’s seriously turning me on even more.
Rocking my hips sends my ass high in the air, though I wish Timber’s hands were free so he could dig in and take charge.
“Do you see that?” I rasp as I pull my mouth from his cock, meeting his heated gaze. “Do you see what you do to me? Timber, there’s no way I could hate you when just one lick makes me come.”
My lips sing with coffee. I want to burn alive in him, but not without the lavender that’s an undercurrent in the room. As I lick him again, I feel so freaking lucky that he’s not pushing us away.
“What does it taste like?” Timber asks, his voice as heavy as his cock on my tongue.
“It tastes like you need to shoot a load.” I grin at the way he sucks in a breath. “Do you want help with that?”
“What do you fucking think?” he snaps. “If Kane hadn’t fucking trussed me up, I’d have you on your knees and knotting you from behind. You know what happens when you play with me like this,omega.”
Kane laughs as another wash of perfume blasts from me, and I sink back onto his cock with a groan. I can’t keep my composure when he’s all growly and horny.
My moans are loud and needy as I lick at his shaft, wanting to cover every inch of him. I don’t care how obvious I am about it. Timber is so hot that I’ll do whatever it takes for him to tell me how he really feels. Or maybe that’s my pre-heat talking.
Whatever it is, just one moan from Timber and a nudge of his hips sends small sparks shooting through my body that blend my pre-heat cramps into pleasure.
“Now, now. What did she say?” Kane hums. “She told me not to let you move. So, what do you think you’re doing?”
My lips are stretched too far, but I don’t care if the skin tears when I’m tasting so much of him. The more I tease him, the closer he gets to coming, and then I can lick all of him up. My favorite part is how every small bob of my head drives him in just a fraction deeper, like a cock progress bar.
Timber suddenly gasps as Kane releases his cock, switching to a more traditional method of pinning Timber by squeezing his balls tight enough that he shudders.
“You’d better stop moving, or I’m going to tug on them harder,” Kane growls as he nips at Timber’s shoulder.
I can’t grin when I’m stretching out my mouth, but I still chuckle around his cock. His coffee precum is on another level.
I lick him harder, running my tongue over his shaft, kissing him, placing light bites on his thick length as he sways between us. It’s turning me on so much that I swear I can hear my slick as I shake my hips.
The alpha that ate me out in his kitchen was insanely hot, but I love this Timber as well. His cries become higher, softer, needier as I discover the places he likes the most.
He’s loudest when I press my piercing against his shaft, denting it as I run my tongue from base to tip before I flick his cockhead. I nearly come again at the sound he makes when I massage his head with my piercing.
When it sounds like he’s reaching his limit, I pull back.
