13. Olive #3
Finn breaks our kiss. He drags his mouth down my neck and latches onto my breast. He sucks the sensitive peak into his hot mouth, swirling his tongue over the tight nub.
His large hand kneads my other breast, his thumb rolling over the crest. The dual stimulation sends a violent shockwave straight down my spine.
I arch my back. I grab Lawrence's hair with one hand and grip Finn's shoulder with the other, pulling them both closer.
Lawrence eats me out with relentless focus, his tongue sliding deep inside my slick opening before dragging back up to tease my clit.
The wet, sliding friction makes my hips stutter against his mouth.
Lawrence presses a wet kiss to my thigh. "You taste incredible."
I shift my hips, restless and aching for something deeper. "I need more. Please, I need to feel it."
Lawrence pulls back, his mouth and fingers leaving me so I can move.
Finn releases my breast and scoots backward, resting his spine against the tufted headboard.
He watches as I climb onto my hands and knees and crawl over to him.
Straddling his hips, I hover over him for a second.
Finn reaches up, his large hands gripping my waist to help steady my shaking legs.
I sink down. Finn's thick, rigid cock slides up into my wet, waiting folds.
I gasp at the intrusion. The stretch feels incredible.
It isn't painful at all. It feels like puzzle pieces finally clicking into place.
A wave of absolute euphoria crashes over me as he fills me completely.
I've never felt anything this large before, but my wet pussy grips his shaft perfectly.
Finn groans, his thumbs pressing into my hips to guide the pace.
He thrusts upward. His swollen knot stays outside my body, but the thick bulb of tissue nudges against my wet opening with every upward pump.
The friction is maddening. It teases my slick folds, stretching me open just a fraction wider each time.
Lawrence crawls across the nest and moves into position behind me.
He reaches out to my backside. He gathers a generous handful of slick from my dripping folds and smears it over my back ring.
He leans in, pressing his mouth against me.
He gives me a slow, thorough rim job, his hot tongue darting out to taste and prep the tight skin.
He mixes his spit with my slick, nudging two wet fingers inside to stretch the muscle with care.
He coats his thick cock with slick from between my legs and guides it to my back opening.
Lawrence rubs his thumb over my hip bone. "Deep breath, sweet Omega."
He presses inside me. The dual fullness steals the breath from my lungs.
I throw my head back, my chest heaving. It feels incredibly full, stretching me to my absolute limit, but the ridiculous amount of slick keeps it from hurting.
Lawrence keeps his knot swollen outside, nudging the thick head of it against my skin.
Every thrust presses his knot against my back ring, easing me open further with each movement.
He keeps the pace steady, building the pressure until he feels me adjust to his size.
Lawrence kisses my shoulder, his chest bumping against my back. "You feel amazing."
They establish a grueling, perfect rhythm.
Finn lifts my hips, pulling me down onto his thick shaft.
Lawrence moves into me from behind, keeping his pace steady and synchronized with Finn.
The dual movement hits every nerve ending.
The heat and friction melt my brain. My nails dig into Finn's shoulders, leaving crescent-shaped marks in his skin.
I breathe out, my voice breaking. "Yes."
The pressure becomes too much. The swollen knots constantly nudging against my openings drive me over the edge. I hit the peak of my climax.
Lawrence pushes his cock all the way inside, his knot sliding past my back ring to lock him deep within me. Finn lets out a long, shuddering breath, thrusting his hips up to push his own swollen knot past my vaginal opening.
The double knotting sends me into a tailspin.
The massive stretch brings zero pain, only absolute, blinding euphoria.
A scream of release rips out of my throat.
"Finn! Lawrence!" My body shakes. I ride the intense, rolling waves of the orgasm, my inner muscles clamping down around both of their knots.
Lawrence groans, his hips stuttering against my backside. "Fuck, Olive. You feel incredible." He pumps his hot seed inside me.
Finn throws his head back, a harsh shout tearing from his throat. "Yes, sweet Omega!" Finn grunts, his jaw clenching as he floods my front passage.
They hold me tight as the aftershocks roll through my limbs. They shower my flushed skin with kisses.
Finn presses a lingering kiss to my damp forehead. "You did so damn good for us, Olive. You took those knots perfectly."
Lawrence rests his chin on my shoulder, his breathing ragged. "You are incredible. Best first time I've ever seen."
I lie trapped between their massive bodies, safe, satisfied, and finally free from the agonizing empty feeling. For the first time in days I feel at peace in my body.