My arms are still tied behind me as Shyla helps me stand and leads me over to the bed. It’s uncomfortable as I try to lie down, so Shyla removes the ropes and directs me to sit back against the headboard.
“I think our Beta needs a moment.” Shyla undresses. Kelsey and I both stare at her as she meticulously removes her clothes, folding them and placing them on the bedside table. Kelsey and Shyla are night and day in mannerisms and personality, but I think for us it might just work.
“We can’t leave Emmett messy, can we?” Shyla says, looking at Kelsey, who then looks over at me hungrily. She shakes her head and crawls over the bed to me.
“Can I?” she asks so sweetly, and I nod my head. My cock still hard. Kelsey goes right in, fisting me at the base and licking me from my balls to the tip of my cock. I’m over sensitive and shake as she cleans me. Glancing over at Shyla, she seems to be enjoying my over stimulating torture. I fist Kelsey’s hair lightly as she puts her mouth around my cock.
An embarrassingly high pitched moan escapes my lips as Kelsey slides me to the back of her throat. I’m not sure how much more I can take.
“Come here, sweet girl,” she says to Kelsey, climbing on the opposite side of the bed as me. I take a sigh of relief. I need just a little more time to recuperate. I pet down Kelsey’s hair as she leans forward and kisses me before looking to Shyla for direction.
I watch on with hunger and curiosity as to what her plans are. They are soon defined as she pushes Kelsey on to her back and parts her legs. Shyla lines herself against Kelsey, holding one of her thighs while straddling the other. Shyla grips the center of the harness as she grinds against Kelsey’s pussy. Shyla leans forward, taking a kiss from Kelsey and moans as their tongues touch each other.
“So fucking wet for me, such a good Omega,” Shyla tells her. Kelsey moans, already so sensitive from the toy earlier, wanting release. “Are you going to come all over me, sweet girl? Give it to me,” Shyla says. Her hips pick up pace as her glute muscles contract with each thrust. The sounds of their combined wetness obscenely ricochet through the room. I watch in awe as Shyla rubs her pussy against Kelsey’s. I’ve never seen Shyla do this before. I’m surprised she didn’t get the strap on, but it’s obvious they are both getting the right amount of friction from the angle.
“Oh, fuck.” Kelsey nearly screams as Shyla picks up the pace. Her fingers press hard against Kelsey’s thigh. I wouldn’t be surprised if they left bruises tomorrow.
Shyla moans as Kelsey comes, her body shaking with release as she tries to push away from Shyla. But Shyla is stronger and pushing toward her own orgasm. Kelsey’s neck is arched as she moans and whimpers as Shyla chases her release. Kelsey is clearly over sensitive as Shyla doesn’t relent even though she came.
Shyla’s mouth parts and her hips stutter as she reaches her climax, her grip loosening on Kelsey’s thigh, turning into loving strokes.
“That was magnificent,” I say, my cock now hard and ready to go again. Shyla smirks at me as she releases Kelsey’s harness from her grip and leans over her, her legs now bracketing Kelsey’s as she kisses her face. Gentle caresses along her jawline, cheeks and forehead.
“Are you all right, Kelsey?”
“All right?” She sputters. “I think my pussy has its own pulse,” she says, and Shyla barks out a laugh and continues kissing her face.
Shyla goes to touch Kelsey’s cunt again and she whimpers. “Need a break?” she asks her.
“Please,” Kelsey asks.
“Of course. Why don’t we get washed up and watch a movie together?”
Kelsey smiles and kisses Shyla on the cheek. “That sounds amazing.”
Chapter 11
Ilieonthebed as Shyla props herself off of the mattress. Emmett slides over and covers my body with his. He’s so warm as he smiles down at me, there’s something about the way he looks at me that gives me butterflies, and I scoot closer to his body heat. That orgasm was something else. I’m not sure if it’s because Shyla made me wait, or if it’s because I’m a few hours shy of taking my heat suppressants. They need to be taken at the same time every day. It’s not something that builds up in your system like an SSRI. I feel overly tender, and dare I say, less foggy. No way would I be feeling this different after getting off suppressants for such a short time, right?
“You good, pretty girl?” Emmett asks.
“Yeah,” I say, petting his face. He’s so handsome, I just want to kiss his face everywhere.
“It wasn’t too much?”
“No, not at all. Just feeling extra sensitive for some reason,” I say.
“Shyla’s grabbing you some clothes and we can all watch a movie. I also have snacks.”
“Snacks you say?” I look down at his now erect cock.
“Dirty girl, though, if you want it?” he jokes, arching an eyebrow. I giggle and push on his shoulder. I feel like if I came again, it would be too much, but maybe it wouldn’t. That train of thought pauses as Shyla walks back in the room, looking beautiful as ever.
She’s wearing a sexy set of silk pajamas. They’re a deep rose color and flatter her brown complexion. She hands me a similar set in a dark navy and I wince a little. Shyla is easily five inches taller than me and has a lithe runner’s build. Meanwhile, I have huge tits and wider hips. There’s no way they are going to fit. I don’t want her to feel bad, so I stand up and as soon as I hold the shirt up against my chest it seems like Shyla understands.
“I’ll go get one of Emmett’s shirts,” she says, walking out of the room.
“I guarantee you, she is going to buy bigger shirts and wear them so you can share clothes,” Emmett says.