That got Ryker’s attention. He yanked the pillow from his face and shot upright.
“Hold up, what?”
“I heard our pet’s thoughts—”
I couldn't even finish before he cut me off, “When?”
“When we were in the shower before her punishment.”
Ryker leaned forward. “And…? Come on, don’t tease me, Tally. Fucking spit it out.”
“Maybe I enjoy teasing you. Alright I'll tell you. If you say please.”
“I’m not saying please. Just fucking tell me!” he said, throwing the pillow at me.
I dodged it and issued him a challenge. “Make me.”
Ryker lunged, tackling me. He tried to lock an arm around my throat, but I twisted, using his momentum to flip us. In seconds, I had him pinned, my forearm pressing against his throat, my knees digging into his arms as he struggled to break free.
I leaned close, my voice low against his ear. “She was fantasizing. About us. Together.”
“Who? All of us?” he choked out.
I eased the pressure on his neck slightly. “No. Mostly just you… and me.”
“Sharing her? We’ve done that.”
“No,” I said, my voice even lower now. “Sharing each other. While she watches.”
Ryker's head tilted back, as a pained groan slipped from his lips.
He muttered, "Fuckkk."
I unpinned his throat, instead wrapping my hand around the column of his neck. He kept his jaw tilted up, and I could feel him swallow thickly as I tightened my grip. The veins and muscles in his neck bulged.
Suddenly, I was acutely aware of how hard his dick was, digging into my thigh.
“You’re fucking with me,” he said, breath rough from where my fist tightened.
“I’m not.”
He blinked once, then twice, and grinned. “You’re fucking serious? She wants to watchus fuck each other?”
“That’s what she was thinking.”
“Holy shit,” he said, laughing under his breath. “Our little omega’s got great taste.”
I sat back, loosening my grip just enough to let him breathe, still straddling him. “You think this is funny?”
He propped himself up on his elbows. “I think it’s hot.”
"Of course you do, Ryker." I said, letting go of his neck and swinging my leg over him to stand. His hand shot out before I could get up, resting right on my dick, which he squeezed through my fatigues. He smirked, making those damn dimples pop into his cheeks.
My dick hardened of its own accord, and my eyes traveled to his lips. The image of them parting as I shoved my cock down his throat flashed in my mind. What would his five o'clock shadow feel like scraping my groin as I bottomed out in his throat. Stuffing his mouth would certainly keep him quiet…
"I know Kitten said she wants to watch, but we could start without her. Relieve this tension. After all, she's been torturing us, so why not give her some of her own fucking medicine?" he offered with a shrug, hand still resting on my groin.
I said nothing, as my body went completely rigid.
