Chapter 22 – Riley Thomas #2
Killian seems like he'd be the beast in bed, but he tried so hard to be gentle.
Granted, it didn't always work, but I love the way Cannon isn't afraid to use me.
Omegas are exceptionally resilient. Fuck, vaginas in general are.
He thrusts in deep punishing strokes that have me making the most obscene sounds. My breasts bounce against the couch.
"Fucking Christ," Cannon rumbles, biting my neck without breaking the skin.
He's not on his knees. I can't see, but I think he's squatting, fucking up into me with one hand on my hip and the other on my shoulder and holy fuck.
I think he's got radar to my g-spot. "You're teasing my knot, such a good girl. Shit ."
"Knot me please," I beg, baring my neck to him.
He nips and sucks at my throat and shoulder. "Beg, beautiful," he groans, his cock is thick and so hard as he moves.
I do. I beg mindlessly for his knot and his bite.
Omega arousal is one thing, it attracts unbonded and compatible alphas more strongly than others.
An omega perfumes close to their heat when in proximity to highly compatible mates.
My pheromones are close to a perfume if it's not there yet.
Slick drips out of me, fully coating his cock and balls.
The thick bulb of his knot teases my opening as he grinds us together in deep gyrations of our hips.
"So goddamn dangerous. Fuck, I wanna see your face when I knot you.
" His palm connects with my ass. He yanks my mouth to his for a dirty kiss, his other hand slides from my breast down to flick over my clit.
He really likes it when he's buried at the hilt and I tip my hips grinding.
He repositions himself so he's kneeling.
Over and over I slide back and forth over his cock while he holds me with my back to his chest. His fingers work my clit just right and I contract over his shaft, trying to wiggle down on his knot.
He curses, holding me as I explode. I beg, completely lost to the pheromones.
I shiver against Cannon's chest as he pinches my nipples one by one and works over my clit.
"Not gonna come until I'm locked up tight." He pulls out of me, gripping my hips and spinning me around. "We have a visitor. How do you feel about putting that sweet mouth to good use? Hmm Riley? Do you think you can handle us both?"
Finn is sitting on the couch next to us. Being so wrapped up in Cannon, I never even noticed him.
"I'm good to just watch, darling," Finn says, brushing his finger over my lips. "Or maybe just a quick taste." He tips my head and captures my mouth. Holy hell that's hot. Yes, I'm absolutely down for both of them.
Finn's cock is out and he's obviously been jerking himself off. Cannon grips my hips and moves me to sit in Finn's lap.
"Now that's just a terrible tease," Finn says, grinding his cock through my wetness.
Cannon chuckles darkly stretching out on the chaise lounge. "Ride me, omega," he barks and my body shivers against Finn's chest.
My eyes meet Finn's and he nods before pecking my lips one final time. I scramble over to sit on Cannon's lap.
Cannon sits with his back against the cushion. "Let me just," he says, kissing me deeply as my pussy slicks and I rub back and forth over the bottom of his shaft. His large hand grips my hip guiding me down on his length. "Yes, I wanted one final kiss before Finn fucks your throat."
Finn snickers. "Shall I stand on that side or…" He sits on the back of the couch before settling his feet on the cushion and thrusting out his cock. He shrugs. "Might work."
"Don't fucking fall," Cannon says, laughing.
My hips fall and I grind down over Cannon's length taking all of him except his knot. He's the one whimpering then. It sends a shiver down my spine.
One of my hands falls to Cannon's shoulder as the other grips Finn's dripping cock. He has one hand wrapped around his knot as if it's aching. My tongue swirls around the head and Finn groans.
"Aww fuck, don't fall off the back." Cannon chuckles. He wraps an arm around his friend's lower back. "Ride me, pretty girl."
Lost to the humming fog of two alpha's pheromones, I do exactly that. I suck Finn's cock, taking as much as I can while Cannon helps me ride him with his free hand on my hip and ass.
"Take my knot," Cannon growls. His chest heaves under me as I lean over him to suck Finn.
I pull off Finn and stare straight into Cannon's eyes as I rise and fall one last time, then I spread my legs wider and slip down over his knot.
My nails dig into Cannon's shoulder as all the breath is stolen from my lungs.
I shiver and whimper. It's always an intensely pleasurable experience.
It borders on pain, but on the side that's still firmly enjoyable.
"Christ Riley," Cannon growls, leaning forward and sucking my neck on the right side. "Fuck me off. Grind just like that, beautiful."
My mouth falls back to Finn's cock and I suck him deep.
Cannon plants his feet on the couch, rocking into me with little movement, but it gives me so much erotic bliss.
I whine around Finn as my body shivers and I come.
Cannon bites my throat without breaking the skin and I convulse.
His arm bands around my back and Finn groans.
"Lovely, I'm about to come down your throat," Finn growls, caressing my cheek with his hand. I lap and suck and he fills my mouth as my orgasm abates.
Cannon eventually releases his friend. He wraps both arms around my back, pulling my face into his chest and grinds my hips over his.
"Fuck Riley, I've never felt anything like this before." He groans as his knot swells and pulses. Tilting my face to his, he ignores his earlier statement and kisses me senseless. His forearms flex as he squeezes me tight to him as he shoots jet after jet of hot come inside me.
"Holy shit," I mumble into Cannon's neck as he trembles around me. My eyes land on Jasper standing in the hallway watching unashamedly. My jaw falls open. He simply smirks, winks, and spins around heading back to the room he's staying in.
Finn tilts my chin toward his and kisses me. "Best plot twist, I never saw coming," he whispers against my lips.