“I always wanted a pack where everyone loved everyone. I’m not too precious about being the center of attention…well, not all the time, anyway,” she says and with those words, Forrest grabs me by the back of the neck, his fingers digging into the nape of my neck as his lips descend on mine.
He doesn’t hold back, kissing me as reverently as he normally would. He has a way of consuming you, of making the rest of the world fall apart. Though, there’s no ignoring the fact that I can feel Claire’s eyes on us right now, and by the thickness of her scent, she likes what she sees.
Forrest groans into my mouth, his massive cock pressed between us. The size of him is the only reason I don’t let him fuck me more often. It’s a whole process of taking him. Giving head has become quite the love language between the two of us.
But now that we have an Omega who can take him and his knot, no fucking problem? I know we’re all in for a world of fun.
Forrest’s tongue slips into my mouth as I grab his waist, pulling him closer to me. Claire doesn’t make a noise until suddenly there’s a much smaller hand on my waist.
I pull back from the kiss as Forrest slides her between us and she’s cupping my jaw and bringing my mouth down to hers.
Forrest kisses the back of her neck while the other hand grips my ass, pushing us all together in this sweaty, sexed-up sandwich.
Claire kisses far more delicately than Forrest, her lips softer and gentler as she lets me slip my tongue into her mouth. She tastes ever so slightly like cinnamon and I can’t help but to wonder how well she and Forrest probably taste together.
Her hand slides between us, grabbing my hardening cock through my shorts, and I moan into her mouth. When Forrest’s hand covers hers and squeezes even harder, my knees nearly buckle.
“I want to watch him knot you,” I rasp out between kisses and she smiles against my mouth.
Forrest’s scent is thick and the grip on my dick tells me he likes the idea, too.
Claire whimpers as I kiss her again, and I’m nearly growing impatient. I want everything. I want to watch her suck his dick,take his knot, I want to fuck her together; I want to fuck her one after another; I want Forrest to fuck me while I fuck her.
Fuck, that’s a lot of fucking.
I know we have plenty of time, that this isn’t a one-time thing, but all the possibilities of what we could do are nearly dizzying.
“And I want you to show me how good you can take Wells down your throat. It’s all he’s been able to talk about,” Forrest says.
“Both. We could do both,” Claire says, which is extremely pragmatic.
She slides her hand away from my length to grab the waistband of my shorts and tugs them down. As quickly as she does, I’m grabbing her body-hugging top and peeling it off her skin, grateful that it has a built-in bra and she’s completely bared to me.
Those fucking tits. I’ve gotta say, I’ve always been a boob man, even Forrest’s pecs get me going.
It only gets better when Forrest grabs her breasts from behind, kneading the flesh with his large hands. The natural progression seems to be to take off her shorts and panties and as soon as I do, her scent is wafting all over the place.
The smell seems to have Forrest losing his patience.
“Get on the bed, Wells,” he tells me and I smile.
I love it when he gets bossy like this. Claire seems to bring the best out of him, and I plan on enjoying every single second.
I do as he says, getting on the bed, my back against a plethora of pillows and something else. I push my hand into the softness and come back with Forrest’s suit jacket from the other night.
If Forrest wasn’t hard already, he would be now, knowing that Claire has been nesting with his clothing.
“Fuck. Show me how good you are for Wells and I’ll give you exactly what you need,” Forrest tells her, which has Claire springing into action, crawling onto the bed toward me.
“Jesus Christ,” I swear as I watch her ass high in the air and tits swaying with every movement.
Forrest has his hands in his shorts as he pulls them off and strokes himself watching.
Claire smiles before grabbing the base of my cock and licking the head, before wrapping her lips around my shaft.
I’m not sure if I’m more turned on because she says she doesn’t do this often and she’s done it for me twice, or because it feels so damn good.
She hums around my length and pulls up, and I wonder why she’s stopped. Her dark brows furrow, and I cup her chin.