He chuckles against my ear, his hand covering mine on his hip, then he begins to truly fuck me right over the table.
I’m not even sure how I ended up in this position.
Oh, wait, no… Noah dared me to bend over…
More like challenged me, actually.
And I’m very okay with it.
“Mmm, I think we need to move this party to the couch,” Noah says. “I want to lick her pussy while you fuck her.”
A moan escapes in response to his words, my body going up in flames at the picture he’s painting.
And then it’s suddenly becoming a potential reality as Johan slips out of me, flips me around, and lifts me into the air to carry me over to a cushioned area of the conference room.
I wrap my legs around his hips and kiss him while he walks, my slick center right up against his groin.
Just like in the shower.
Only better because he’s rubbing my clit with the head of his cock. Kissing me deeply. Holding me tightly.Purring heavily.
It’s perfect.
It’s hypnotic.
It’s exceptionally arousing.
But just when I think it can’t get any hotter, Noah takes me from Johan’s arms and holds me against his pulsing knot.
I shudder, then sigh as his tongue slides into my mouth for a long, deep embrace. I thread my fingers through his silky hair, loving that his long strands are wild and loose. I’ve only ever seen him with his red hair tied back. But not now. He’s untamed. Free.Feral.
“Sit on the couch, Johan,” he says against my mouth. “I’ll give you her pussy in a minute.”
He shifts our hips and thrusts into me, making me groan with delight. But then he leaves me bare and wanting a moment later and starts to lower me to the floor.
Only it’s not the floor I feel beneath me, but Johan’s lap.
His hands clasp my hips as he guides me, his arousal waiting for mine. Noah goes to his knees to help, grabbing Johan’s knot to properly angle his dick, and suddenly he’s inside me, filling the space Noah just did.
This is unlike anything I’ve ever experienced. Unlike any sort of reality I could fathom.
My alphas are moving me in ways I didn’t know I could be moved.
But I’m too lust-drunk to contemplate their methods.
My legs are straddling Johan, my back to his front, and he’s thrusting up into me with a force that leaves me winded.
“Grab her throat,” Noah tells Johan. “And hold her back. I want to feast.”
“Happily,” Johan murmurs, his palm moving up to my neck as his opposite hand goes to my breast. “You good, Lark?” he breathes against my ear.
I swallow. “Yeah.”
“Okay, sweetheart. Just talk to me if that changes.” He kisses my temple, then tweaks my nipple right as Noah takes my clit into his mouth.
My insides clamp down around Johan, causing him to groan deep in his chest.
“Fuck, make her do that again,” he says, pushing up into me.
