“I want to make you feel good, too. Please let me.”
That seems to be all the encouragement he needs before getting to his feet and finding his footing on the mattress. He shoves the waistband of his sweatpants and boxers down below his hips, revealing his bobbing cock.
I stare at it openly, a gush of slick making a mess as I grind down on Griffin’s cock.
“Damn,” Griffin groans as my inner walls clamp down on him. “She likes the sight of that.”
“You... you do?” Rowan says, reaching down and brushing his thumb against my lips.
I give him a jerky nod, my eyes still locked on the red, almost angry looking flesh in front of my face.
He’s smaller than Griffin’s cock inside of me, but I can’t help but think Rowan’s cock is... pretty?
Is that weird?
Maybe all cocks are pretty. I wouldn’t know. Rowan’s is the first one I’ve gotten a real good look at. But I doubt it.
Even though Griffin is inside of me, I only felt him in my hand. I didn’t really have a chance to look at him before.
His head is flushed, with a bead of precum glistening on the tip. The skin is smooth, except for two veins that run up the length of him.
“I want to make you feel good,” I whisper, my hips stilling. “But—but I don’t know how.”
“Sugar, you could probably blow on me and I’d come eventually with you looking up at me like that.”
Griffin throws his head back in laughter. I hear it thump against the headboard and if I didn’t have Rowan’s cock practically hypnotizing me, I’d probably whirl around and scold him.
“Start by stroking him with your hand,” Griffin instructs, his hands returning to my waist as he resumes his slow, distracting movements inside me.
If I didn’t desperately need him inside of me, I’d complain about how he’s distracting me from learning.
Rowan lets out a sound from the back of his throat as my hand reaches up and wraps around the base, giving it a tentative squeeze.
“Is that—is that too hard?”
“Not at all, Sugar. I’m all yours,” he murmurs.
His thumb pushes past my lips and my tongue swirls around it before I suck it into my mouth.
“Now do that around his cock,” Griffin murmurs, teasing me with his knot.
I swallow hard, pulling my mouth off his thumb with a wet pop. Rowan’s cock throbs in my hand at Griffin’s command.
My lashes flutter as I blink up at Rowan, guiding his cock towards my lips. He stands as still as a statue, not even daring to breathe as he stares down at me.
My tongue comes out tentatively as I lick the bead of precum off the tip. When I slide the head past his lips, Rowan lets out a deep groan that sends a thrill shooting through my body and making me grinddown on Griffin’s cock.
I take a breath through my nose, soaking in the weight and feel of his hot hardness on my tongue before I suck more of him into my mouth.
I only worry that my movements are slow and clumsy for a moment before Rowan’s hands are tangled in my hair and guiding me where he wants me. I shift my hips in time with the shallow thrusts Rowan is doing into my mouth, overwhelmed by the feeling of being consumed by both of them.
Rowan’s hips jerk forward, the head of his cock hitting the back of my throat and making me gag.
“Shit, sorry, I—“ He pulls out, his eyes wide with panic.
I shake my head, gripping the back of his thigh and pulling him closer to me.
“Fuck that’s hot,” Griffin grits out. “Look at her. Such a needy little omega. You want his cock in your mouth, don’t you?”
