“That’s high praise,” Syrus smirks. “Guess you need to live up to it now.”
Thrusting forward, his hand wraps around Izzy’s throat to feel his cock as he slides down until he bottoms out. Izzy’s ass clenches around me, telling me it’s go time as my knot deflates. Spanking his ass, I begin moving.
Unfortunately, Silva wakes up at the sound, her eyes wide as she twitches. Shit.
“Welcome back, Spitfire,” Syrus murmurs. “How are you feeling?”
“Emptier,” she complains.
“My knot slipped out,” Kyren sighs. “What do you want, Princess?”
“Izzy’s cock while we suck Syrus off together,” she replies, her eyes on her beta’s cock.
Izzy moans his agreement, and Kyren chuckles.
“Up you go,” he says, pulling himself and the toy out of her cunt.
Syrus and I pull away from Izzy so I can lay propped up against the pillows.
“Be a good boy and come sit on your favorite kind of chair,” I tease him, grabbing his hand.
Eagerly, he straddles my lap and grabs my cock to sit on it. His lids hood as they close to half mast, and his lips open as he hisses.
“Mmm. This looks like some fucked up form of Jenga,” Kyren chuckles, happy to chill as he watches us.
He should definitely enjoy his rest, because these omegas are going to wear us out.
“It’s about to be,” I grin. “Silva, you’re up next, baby. Sit on his cock.”
Silva happily clambers onto Izzy’s lap, moaning as his cock fills her up.
“Nice and easy,” I coo, shifting my hips back and up.
The mattress has just enough give to allow me to leisurely fuck Izzy, and Syrus feeds our cum thirsty omegas his dick. Instead of taking turns, Silva sucks on his balls, while Izzy sucks on his cock. Sneaky little omega that she is, she licks up Syrus’ shaft, meeting Izzy’s full mouth to give him a sloppy kiss.
“Just when I think you two can’t get any hotter,” he groans, “you find a way to surprise me.”
Silva rides Izzy at a leisurely pace, no longer obsessing over sprinting toward as many orgasms as possible. Izzy clenchesaround my cock, the equivalent of “good alpha, keep going” from him while his mouth is busy. Fuck. So damn good. Every time.
Silva’s perky ass faces me, and I sit up, making Izzy whimper as the angle changes. I’m not even deeper, and I continue to thrust at a temperate pace, glad I put in the time with my crunches. My abs roll as I fuck my omega, allowing me to brush aside Silva’s hair so I can kiss her neck.
“You both look so damn good sucking Syrus’s cock. Such filthy, gorgeous omegas in search of cum, aren’t you?”
“Yes,” Silva says simply, her mouth sucking on Syrus’ thick head beside Izzy.
Goddamn…
Syrus’ hips twitch and thrust against his will, and the chords in his throat stand out as he attempts to let Izzy and Silva have their fun. This beta has the patience of a fucking saint.
“Stop teasing Syrus,” I murmur. My cock is very well lubricated between cum and slick, and I won’t knot Izzy again until he begs. I’m petty that way.
I also love the way he sounds when he does it too. Isidroneverbegs unless he’s sick or in heat. I want to feel needed, and that’s when I get to shine.
“I don’t wanna,” she says with a mouthful of cock.
“Lord have mercy,” Syrus groans.
Silva sucks down on his cock before dragging her tongue back up the lower vein of his shaft. His eyes roll back and his pulse jumps as Izzy takes over and they slowly drive him insane.
