Page 45 of Lying Lainey

“I’m a horny slut who likes to keep a butt plug in my ass,” Kerian admitted between thrusts. “I removed it before coming up here so you wouldn’t know.”

“So it wasn’t just Tater-Tot you were taking care of,” Halstead rumbled behind me. He’d removed his hand from my pussy to lazily stroke whatever skin he could, setting me on fire with need. “That would be why I don’t remember you asking my permission if you could take out that plug I put in this morning.”

Quintin pulled out of Kerian and slapped him hard on the ass. “You naughty boy, I didn’t know you’d been instructed to leave it in. You don’t deserve my cock if you broke the rules.”

“No,” Kerian cried out. “Please, don’t leave me like this. I’m so close.”

“Don’t beg me. I’m not the one who broke the rules,” Quintin pointed out.

That had Kerian crawling over to Halstead, but he didn’t stop when he reached us. Instead, he draped himself over me so his weeping cock rubbed against my stomach as he cupped Halstead’s face.

“Please, papa bear, will you let me come? I know I broke the rules, but I feel like with Lainey here, it changed the situation. It won’t happen again… please let Quintin fuck me until I come,” Kerian begged as he humped against me, trying to get friction wherever he could.

Halstead grabbed a fist full of Kerian’s locks and slammed their mouths together in the most Alpha make-out I’d ever seen. They each fought for control without even realizing it in the way they nipped at each other. After a few moments, Halstead pulled him back, both panting as they gazed heatedly at each other.

“You can come…” he answered but held up a finger to stop Kerian from speaking, “… but I want you to stay right there so your cock rubs on Lainey’s clit. When you get her off, then you can come.”

Kerian nodded eagerly as he shifted himself so he was positioned right where I needed for this to work. Thank God he was lubed up because with the knot blocking my slick, it would have been fucking painful. Quintin came up behind his lover, applying more lube to his cock, and surprised me when he slipped his hand between us, making sure I was taken care of as well.

“Can’t risk rubbing you raw this early in the heat,” he commented before lowering himself to kiss me.

No longer was he afraid or timid in his actions. I’m not sure what changed—if it was taking charge with Kerian or because he’d knotted me, but I was a big fan of this commanding side of Quintin. With a final nip, he pulled back and gave Kerian’s ass a warning slap before he dove back in. He didn’t go quite as hard as before. This time he picked a rhythm that would benefit me as well as Kerian.

“How does it feel to know I’m fucking him to get you off?” he asked, staring into my soul.

To hold myself steady, I coiled around Kerian, hugging him to me tightly as he kissed Halstead. “It’s hot as hell,” I admitted. “Never would I have thought of something like this while I’m knotted to someone else.”

“This is the fun of having a pack… all of us have different ideas to try out,” Halstead interjected, purring in my ear as he wrapped his hand around my throat, tipping my head back so I was looking at him. “Just think of all the things we can come up with now that we have you to add to the mix. We’ve tried just about every combination of things there is to try with a partner who only has two options for us to explore. You doll, have three, the perfect number if you ask me.”

I shivered in his grasp, his words ratcheting up my level of horniness, making Kerian’s movements even more intense. A moan worked its way out of me as lips closed around one of my nipples, a hot tongue flicking at the overly sensitive peak.

“Does that turn you on, Lainey… the thought of us using you for our pleasure?” Halstead pressed. “Tell me, when this is over, if I brought you into my office and pinned you up against the wall of windows, would you let me fuck you? Would you risk knowing someone could be watching from another building?”

The vision of his words floated through my imagination and had me coming almost instantly as Kerian bit down on my nipple. With the combination of dirty talk and all the sensations going on, I let myself fall off the cliff into one of the most intense climaxes ever. My body shook as it clamped even tighter around the knot in me. Apparently, it had calmed enough that it shifted deeper into me than I thought possible, the tip of Halstead’s cock hitting the back of my cervix, making me scream.

Halstead roared as he pulled me up and off his cock. “Fuck, fuck, fuck, woman. Are you trying to break my damn cock by squeezing it that hard?”

“No,” I whined. “Put it back in, please. It was perfect, but now I feel so empty.”

Another pair of hands grabbed me, slid me down Halstead’s body, and filled me with a cock that stretched me to my limit. “Don’t worry, my sweet vixen,” Kerian whispered in my ear. “I’ve got a knot for you. It’s ripe, ready, and waiting to pop so it can fill you with my cum. Now take a deep breath because I’m going to make you see God.”

With a growl and one more fierce thrust from Quintin, Kerian came. The feel of his knot swelling had me writhing and babbling gibberish before I could feel the flood of cum filling me. Why this sensation was so much more fulfilling than anything else I’d ever felt, I didn’t know, but at this moment, I didn’t think I’d be mad if I ended up pregnant from this heat. They did their damndest to make it happen and had me begging for more.

When Kerian’s knot stopped swelling, I truly understood what the word stuffed meant because that’s what I was. Stuffed with his cock along with his cum to the point I came again so hard I blacked out. In that split second before I slipped into the darkness, I didn’t see God, but I saw the face of a man who deserved the title, that’s for damn sure.

nineteen

Lainey

For the next two days, I was fucked within an inch of my life and in every which way possible. We might have also managed to christen all the furniture in the room when we got bored of just fucking on the massive bed. In the moments when I wasn’t sleeping, fucking, sucking, or knotted, they managed to get water and food in me.

This heat had been unlike any other in my life. It was almost as if I’d been given an accelerant that kept my heat from dying down as the days went on. Instead, it got more and more intense, unable to pause for any sort of meaningful conversation. The more I was pumped full of cum, my head cleared enough for them to check in on me and get coherent answers. My brain just felt like it was in a fog, completely lost in this heat haze.

Finally, on the third—or was it the fourth day—my heat broke.

“Hey there, beautiful,” Quintin murmured as he brushed hair off my face. “It’s nice to finally see you with some clear, focused eyes. You really had us worried there for a bit. Halstead was about to call the doctor to come check you out.”

My mouth felt as dry as the desert and had a gross film over my tongue that I didn’t want to think about. “Water, please,” I croaked out.