“Do you want our omega to help me with that?” I asked, letting my mouth drift to snare his earlobe between my teeth.
“Yes.”
“It’s really too bad you’re so new to this. If you were more used to backdoor play, we could get you on Alve’s cock while we make you see god.”
Leo let out a broken laugh. “Pretty sure I’ve glimpsed him a few times already.”
“Oh, sweetheart, you haven’t seenanythingyet. Also, while I’m here…” I turned my face to meet Alve’s, claiming a kiss the bottle hadn’t yet granted me. Alve cupped my cheek, his palm sliding down to cradle my throat and sending a thrill through me. Yeah, he would definitely thrive with control. “Direct us.”
Alve blinked at me. “Direct?”
“Be our maestro, the conductor of our slutty little orchestra. You’ll like it.”
“I can try.” He removed his hand from Leo’s pants. “Let’s move to the couch. That will probably be more comfortable for everyone.”
With Leo sitting and stripped down, we settled into place. Jude looked a little lost with no task at hand, so I turned to him. “I need you to fuck me.”
“I’ve never done that with you before. What if I do it wrong?”
“You won’t. You did it fine with Maddie.”
Jude chewed his lip. “But she’s an omega.”
“Baby, don’t worry. You’re not the first cock I’ve had in my ass, but you’re the one I want right now. If you don’t want to, that’s fine, though.”
“No, I want to.”
Alve sprinted down the hall—his enthusiasm was fucking precious—and returned with a bottle of lube.
“See, there’s our conductor giving us what we need. Don’t be stingy with it and you’ll be fine.” I spread Leo’s knees so I had room to work, and Madison climbed up onto the empty cushion next to him. “Alve, I bet our omega might enjoy some attention while we unravel Leo.”
The look she tossed his way was pure fire.
I curled my fingers around Leo’s cock while Jude dripped lube between my cheeks, diligently working inside. Delicious pressure had my cock weeping as I dipped my head to close mylips over Leo’s tip. Mulberry and lavender blended with musk, his arousal thick in my nose.
He whimpered, his thighs tensing. Madison licked up the shaft, her moan ghosting over us in a warm breath as Alve fucked into her from behind. Leo’s fingers clutched my hair. I bobbed down slowly, testing how deep I could get before he cut off my air supply. I moaned around him at the slow pressure of Jude easing in. He moved so fucking slow. More lube dripped, cool droplets rapidly heating against my skin.
Jude let out a string of curses as he breached the tight ring. Gentle hands moved up my back and down along my ribs to my hips. If I were telepathic, I would tell him to fuck me until neither of us could walk. Alas, I lacked that particular skill, and my mouth was currently full of Leo. Rocking my ass to take Jude a little deeper would have to suffice.
Madison dug her fingers into Leo’s thigh as Alve set a steady rhythm. Her tongue curled just beneath where my mouth could reach. Leo was so fucking cute. His eyes were squeezed shut, his trembling hands buried in my hair and Madison’s, his whole body taut and shaking.
A spike of pleasure and adrenaline shot through me and Leo pushed down, probably unknowingly, at the same time Jude bottomed out. There was no weight keeping me down, but I stayed there for a few seconds anyway, letting the contractions of my throat tease Leo before I rose up and found my own rhythm that allowed me to go deep on my alpha each time my beta’s hips hit my ass.
“Hold Nathan’s cock, treasure.”
I heard Alve’s instruction but didn’t fully process it until Madison’s hand wrapped around the base. Jude grunted, my asshole squeezing sharply.
Fuck me.
That was the beginning of the end for me.
“Good girl,” Alve crooned. “See if his cock is weeping.”
I shuddered, cutting off a moan by shoving myself down hard on Leo as Madison’s hand glided over me until her thumb smeared pre-cum on my tip.
Her whine was an electric shock down my spine. Raspberry overwhelmed Leo in my nose. I teased his shaft, holding tight where his knot would form when he came, letting him feel the promise in my touch. His sounds shifted from pitiful to downright desperate, his fingers tugging my hair to the point of pain. In a good way. I liked a little manhandling.
Jude shifted his angle until each thrust was a lightning bolt through me.
