It took me ages to fall asleep.
Erotic fantasies about what we could do to Laurel together mingled with longing and looming loss in my mind.
Yeah, one day, I’d lose Monty.
But maybe, just maybe, I’d find an omega of my own. A sweet, needy thing, who’d soak up my touches and soothe my pain. I tightened my hold on Laurel, breathed in the delicious scent from his hair, and let myself dream.
The morning could have been way more awkward, but Laurel, the genius he was, had his hands on our dicks the moment he woke up. He stroked my morning wood, humming appreciatively, his other hand moving under the duvet in the same rhythm.
Monty met my eyes and slowly licked his lips. I thought of our kiss last night.
“Can I suck you both?” Laurel asked, his eyes still closed and voice muffled with sleep.
“Be my guest,” I murmured.
Monty didn’t look away from me when he said, “Oh yeah.”
Again, his usually warm, harmless eyes were burning with lust.
Laurel shuffled down the bed between us, dragging the duvet off. The room was chilly, but not enough to dampen my arousal.
I glanced down at Monty’s delicious cock, rearing up next to mine. Laurel arranged us like a fucking breakfast spread, one knee between my legs, the other between Monty’s, our hipstouching. A dick in each hand, he grinned at us lasciviously and pumped. He kissed the tip of mine, then mouthed Monty’s.
Fucking hell. This was the hottest thing ever.
I glanced back at Monty and got lost in his fierce gaze. I gasped when Laurel’s hot mouth enveloped my cockhead. He sucked hard while stroking the base, and the arousal flooding me felt almost painful.
Monty reached for me.
Suddenly, I felt exposed. A sitting duck. With Laurel’s tongue dancing along the underside of my dick, I was helpless. Monty wrapped his arms around my neck and shoulders and pressed his mouth to the hollow under my ear. His beard grazed my skin.
Wet heat slid lower down on my shaft, then disappeared, and I cried out, desperate. I clutched Monty to me, my fist in his hair. He bit the tendon on my neck.
“Love the way you smell in the morning,” he murmured.
He shouldn’t be saying shit like that to me. Not now, not ever.
Laurel moaned, the sound muffled, and Monty shuddered against me.
I peered down to see Laurel’s lips stretch around Monty’s girth. Laurel’s slim hand still moved up and down my length, keeping me on edge. Then Monty’s big paw joined it, cupping my wet cockhead. He circled the piercing with his thumb, and I groaned with pleasure.
Monty opened his mouth over the side of my throat, licking and suckling, and my eyes fell shut. The orgasm rushed through my balls and up my dick, sudden and inevitable.
Just as I was about to spurt, Laurel took my cockhead into his mouth. Both his and Monty’s hands stroked and milked me, and Laurel sucked the cum out of me.
I shivered, both ecstatic and furious.
How dare they give this to me, forcing me to glimpse this kind of joy, only to take it away again?
Please, don’t take it away…
I clung to Monty, carding my fingers through his short, wavy hair, as he moaned into my skin.
Laurel let go of my dick and was now back to sucking Monty’s.
I held my big bear to me, soaking up the sloppy, open-mouthed kisses he rained on my throat.
He shivered as he came, whimpering as if he were in pain.
