Fuck.
I want to be in his place. At some point, she’s definitely riding my face.
After I get through the rut I can feel beating at me.
Kiara explodes, screaming loudly as she convulses. Her hold on Crew tightens as she takes what she needs from him, but he doesn’t seem to mind as he follows her over the edge. His cum spraying across the nest as he pushes back against Davis’s fingers, his moans muffled by Kiara’s cunt.
“Damn.” Kiara finally releases her hold on Crew as she lies back once more.
Crew is grinning as he sits up, Davis’s fingers slipping out of him. He licks his lips. “You taste so damn good, baby.”
“Mmm, so do you, Crew. Now get up here and fuck me. Bite me and make me yours.”
Crew’s cock jerks as he hurries to move back up her until his body covers her. “I love you, Kiki.”
“I love you, too.” They kiss as Crew slips into her.
Davis sits behind them for a moment, just taking them in. I can’t blame him in the least—they’re magnificent together.
“Get in my ass, Davis.” Crew practically growls the command as he glances over his shoulder at the beta in question.
This time, Davis doesn’t hesitate. He moves up behind Crew, stroking his cock before lining up with Crew’s ass. Then he’s pushing into him, and the moan that spills from Crew almost sends me over the edge.
It’s dirty and desperate. And hot—so very hot.
Mason’s hand brushes mine away, and I realize I’ve stopped stroking myself. I glance at my lover with a soft smile as he takes over.
“Watch the show, Alex. You don’t want to miss a moment of this.”
“No shit,” I agree, reaching over to stroke Mason as he does the same for me.
Yeah, this is much better.
It takes a few moments for the three of them to find a rhythm, but once they do?
Holy shit.
I’m more than a little jealous as I watch Davis plow into Crew, which forces him to fuck Kiara. Our beta completely controls the rhythm, speed, and force with which Crew is fucking Kiara.
At least until our omega gets impatient and starts fucking himself back on Davis before driving himself into Kiara once more. His pace is frantic, and it’s clear he’s close.
“Fuck, that’s hot,” I mutter, squeezing Mason’s cock and pulling a hiss from him. “Sorry. We should make sure Kiki gets off. I think we’re losing him to his heat.”
Mason nods. “Yeah, let’s do that.”
Releasing one another, we scramble to our knees and scuttle over until we’re on either side of the threesome. I slide my hand between Crew and Kiara, raising an eyebrow when Crew snaps at me.
“Mine,” he growls.
“She is yours,” I agree. “We’re just going to help you make her feel good.”
He blinks at me before shaking his head as if to clear it. “Shit. Yes. Do that. We’re running out of time.”
He allows enough room for my hand to find Kiara’s clit. When I lift my head, I find Mason with his lips around one of Kiara’s nipples, and I decide that’s an excellent idea. I circle her nipple with my tongue before sucking it into my mouth and rolling it with my tongue in time with my fingers on her clit.
“Fuck. I’m going to come,” she pants, and Crew dives forward.
Mason and I almost don’t get out of the way in time as his teeth find their way into her neck.