“Not yet.” My back straightened, my hips thrusting up as far as they could go as his fingers slid down and through my seam. “Ah, alpha!”
“Tease her clit. Tell me I don’t have to tell you where that is,” Orion ordered.
“Of course I know where it is.” And he did, rubbing the tip of
one finger up and down the hood, my clit feeling like a marble in oil, my slick reducing the friction, but not the sensation.
“Oh fuck, alpha…”
I had been in hell, but just as abruptly, I was transported to heaven by that tiny caress. I became shameless, no longer caring that I was in a public space, that a guy I barely bloody knew had his hands down my pants. I was an omega, and my nature rushed to the fore, shouldering all human sensibilities aside and rewarding me with indescribable pleasure. My hands clawed at my breasts, my nipples throbbing in time with every pass of his finger, undoing the buttons when that wasn’t enough and shoving the cups down.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck…” Brendan cursed.
“What? What’s happening? You need to clue us in here, alpha,” Rhys said.
“Her clit throbs each time I stroke it, and her slick is coating my palm.”
“You won’t be wiping that off,” Orion ordered. “You’ll bring that scent home to us.”
“Her tits are out. Her little fingers are teasing the tips, and they’re so fucking perfect. Her nipples are such a pretty pink, and they’re so tight, they must be aching.”
“Yes, alpha,” I gasped “They are aching. Need you.”
“You heard the omega,” Rhys said in a low tone. “Service her needs. Kiss them gently at first, see how much pressure she wants. Trace them with your tongue.”
I nodded frantically as Brendan leaned over, hearing the sounds of a belt being unbuckled, zipper pulled down.
“Fuck, she’s got you rampant,” Orion hissed.
“And you’re going to see to that. On your knees, alpha.”
I wanted to hear more about that, the image in my mind of a well dressed Orion getting down on his knees before the massive Rhys making slick gush from me. But Brendan did as he was told, just brushing my aching nipple with his lips, and I felt like he made it anew as he traced it. My hand went to his hair, tentative at first, then gripping harder as his mouth closed over me.
“You pulling my hair, omega?” he asked, drawing back, leaving me thrusting my chest up into his face. “You need me that much?”
I twisted my grip then, making it harsh and brutal, because fuck, yes, I did. I didn’t understand it, didn’t know why the hell it was happening, but oh my god, I wasn’t going to question it. My skin was on fire, and timid little licks weren’t going to stoke that to where it needed to go.
“I need you, alpha. I need you to suck my nipple hard and to push those big bloody fingers inside me. I’m aching.” Any kind of strength in my voice trailed away. “So much.”
“Fuck yes…” came Rhys’ voice through the speakers. “Take me deep. That’s it, baby. You’re doing so well.”
“And tell me what he’s doing to you,” I said to the others down the line, their disembodied groans emboldening me. “How does he make you feel?”
“You want that, omega? You wanna know how my boy sucks the cum from my balls? He’s got no gag reflex and a throat like silk, my rich boy. He gets greedy for my cum when his blood’s up, wanting it, needing it.”
“Yes…” I hissed, jumping when I felt the saturated fabric of my underwear being ripped off, my back tightening as I felt Brendan probing my cunt, finding my aching centre, and then pushing in. “Shit, alpha, so good, so good.”
“Is he fucking his fingers into your hot little pussy?” Rhys asked. “I can hear it, so juicy. It sounds delicious. He’ll want to do that, you know, taste you. You’re like honey and we’re the bees, stingers and all.” A little noise and then, “Slower, my love, draw it out. That’s it. So good, Orion, I fucking love the way you suck my cock, makes me want to bury my knot in you.” A muffled groan. “That’s what you want—me splitting you open, locking down tight, forcing you to take my cum over and over.”
Orion and I had a moment of consensus as we groaned together, everything getting so mixed up in the car, I didn’t know who or what I was. Was I here with Brendan, wanting to do as Rhys said and push his clever tongue down between my legs, watching him lick me to a riotous orgasm and beyond? Or was I on my knees, Rhys’ fat cock at my lips as I struggled to fit it in my mouth, give him half the experience Orion did? It didn’t seem to matter what was actually happening to me or them, it was all meshed together in a messy tangle of sensation and head fuckery.
“What are you doing to her that’s making her groan like that?” Rhys demanded. “Tell me.”
“Fingering her tight little cunt. It’s like she’s untried. It sucks at my fingers, pulling me deeper, and I can’t help but wonder what she’d do to my cock.”
“You’re not fucking her, Brendan,” Rhys thundered, his voice breaking. “Ah Jesus, Orion, just like that.”
“I know. I’ll be slamming into you when I get home, you controlling bastard. I’m gonna slide another finger into her. You want that, don’t you, omega? To feel that stretch, as close as I can give you to my knot. It’s what you need.” I nodded frantically, but Brendan continued. “Then I’ll lick all the honey pouring from your pretty little cunt and batter that clit with my tongue until you explode.”