“Yes,” I pant, my breath warm against Rowan’s hardness before I suck him back into my mouth.
He lets out a startled cry, his hips thrusting of their own volition.
“You’re a natural, Sugar, fucking hell, you’re driving me insane.”
The sight of my head bobbing seems to excite Griffin, because he returns back to holding my waist and thrusting up into me. I can’t help but moan around Rowan’s cock in my mouth.
I cling desperately to Rowan’s thighs as the two of them find a hypnotic rhythm. My inner omega preens every time either of them makes a noise of pleasure.
“I’m going to—fuck—“ Rowan quickly pulls out of my mouth, his hand wrapping around the head of his cock. A groan of pleasure unlike the ones he’s let out before leaves his lips as his cock twitches, white cum spilling out past his fingers.
My eyes widen in fascination, the sight of Rowan coming making slick gush from me.
“Sorry, I—shit, some of it got on you.” Rowan takes an unsteady step backwards before practically stumbling off the bed.
I glance down at myself and see a couple droplets of cum on my chest. Stuck in the fascinated haze of my heat, I reach out and swipe the liquid onto my fingers before sucking them into my mouth.
“Holy shit,” Rowan breathes out.
“Did she just do what I think she did,” Griffin growls.
The taste of Rowan explodes on my tongue and I let out a little hum of satisfaction. I want more of him. I need it, now that I’ve gotten a taste.
A little whine leaves my throat when I see Rowan wiping his hand on the t-shirt he discarded earlier.
“She—she did,” Rowan answers. “She wiped my cum off her tits and licked her fingers.”
“Did I—did I do something wrong?” I ask, uneasiness sitting low in my belly at their shocked reactions.
“Fuck no,” Griffin growls, pulling me flush against him. He moves me with such ease, sitting up and onto his knees with his cock still inside me.
It drives me crazy. I squirm in his hold as he pulls out, before pushing me down onto my hands and knees.
“Having you squirm in my lap while you sucked him off was fucking torture,” he groans, notching the head of his cock between my legs. “But I can’t hold back anymore. My knot needs to be inside of you, right fucking now.”
“Yes, please,” I pant, arching my back and shifting my hips back onto his cock.
“Impatient as always,” Griffin chuckles.
It’s on the tip of my tongue to say I’m only impatient because he keeps on teasing me, but the words die in my throat as he thrusts forward.
Oh my god. I can practically feel him in my lungs, with how deep I feel him inside of me. I can do nothing but cling to thesheets underneath me as his hips piston in and out of me, his knot pushing against my entrance with each thrust.
“That’s it, Sugar,” Rowan murmurs, kneeling in front of me.His cheeks are flushed from his orgasm. He’s never looked as handsome as he does right now. “You’re taking his cock so well.”
He leans forward, his lips capturing mine, swallowing down the strangled cry as Griffin grips my hips, his own thrusting forward with a different intention: knotting me. Rowan’s lips are soft against mine, the perfect contrast to Griffin’s knot stretching me open so wide it makes it a struggle to breathe.
“You’re perfect,” Griffin grits out. “So fucking perfect.”
He reaches around my hips, his thumb brushing against my clit. In two slow circles, my inner walls clamp down on him as an orgasm rips through my body.
If it weren’t for both their hands on my body, I would’ve collapsed onto the bed.
Griffin takes the opportunity to push past any resistance, locking his knot inside of me, only magnifying the intensity of my orgasm.
Rowan continues to kiss me like I’m the most precious thing in the world, all while swallowing my cries.
He even reaches up and brushes the single tear that’s squeezed out from the intensity of my orgasm from my cheek, all while our lips are still locked.
