Chapter 25 #3
“Okay,” Dylan announces, dropping onto the weight bench. “Sitting. This is crucial. Reed will notice how you sit. Most Omegas sit with their legs together or crossed. Males, especially the kind Reed respects, take up space.”
He demonstrates by spreading his legs so absurdly wide that he’s practically doing splits on the bench, his knees almost perpendicular to his body. “You need to assert dominance over the furniture,” he says with a straight face. “Let it know who’s boss.”
“I’m pretty sure the furniture doesn’t care,” I point out, trying not to laugh.
“The furniture always cares,” Mason says seriously from where he’s standing nearby, then completely ruins it by grinning.
Dylan reaches out and grabs my hips suddenly, pulling me down onto his lap before I can protest.
“Here,” he says, his hands firm on my waist. “Mirror mine. Feel how much space I’m taking up.”
I gasp as I land on his lap, laughing at the ridiculousness of it, but then I feel him beneath me, and my laughter turns into a breathy oh sound.
He’s very hard. The evidence pressing unmistakably against my ass.
“Dylan,” I manage.
“What? I’m teaching.” His voice is pure innocence, yet his hands on my hips are anything but. He spreads his legs even wider, and since mine are draped over his, they spread too.
Wide. Very wide.
Mason is standing directly in front of us, and the look on his face is absolutely predatory. His golden-brown eyes are dark, pupils dilated, and he’s staring at me spread open on Dylan’s lap like he’s mentally undressing me.
He runs a hand through his sandy-blond hair, clearly struggling with control. “I would give anything right now to see you exactly like this but with nothing on.”
I breathe heavily, my face flushing hot.
His gaze travels deliberately up my body. “You look incredible like this. All spread out. At our mercy.”
“This is supposed to be training,” I protest weakly.
“It is,” Dylan says, his breath hot against my ear. “We’re training you to be comfortable in positions of power. Taking up space. Being confident.”
“This doesn’t feel like power. This feels like…”
“Like what?” His hands slide from my hips to my thighs, spreading them even wider.
I whimper involuntarily.
“Oh, I think she likes this position,” Mason observes, stepping closer. “Look at her. All flushed and breathing hard.”
“I’m not—” I start, but Dylan shifts beneath me, his erection pressing more firmly against me, and whatever I was going to say dissolves into a moan.
“You know,” Dylan says conversationally, like he’s not currently driving me insane, “I’m starting to think this training session is working. You’re definitely taking up space now.”
I laugh, trying to squirm away.
Dylan’s hands tighten on my thighs, holding me in place. “Where do you think you’re going? We’re not done with this lesson.”
“I think I’ve learned enough about sitting.”
“I disagree.” Mason kneels down in front of us, bringing himself eye level with where I’m spread open on Dylan’s lap. “I think you need more practice. A lot more practice.”
“You know,” I say, trying to regain some control of this situation, “I’m starting to think this whole training session is just foreplay for you two.”
“Can’t it be both?” Mason asks innocently, but his eyes are still dark with want.
I laugh despite how turned on I am, knowing that slick is drenching my panties, and I can just imagine how strong my scent is to them.
But I try hard to regain some control, despite how much I want to just give in and let them take me right here on this bench.
How desperately I want Mason between my legs.
“You two are the worst teachers ever.” I’m burning up.
“We’re excellent teachers,” Dylan protests. “You’re just very distracting.”
“I’m distracting? You’re the one who pulled me onto your lap!” He’s rubbing himself against my rear, which is only heightening my own arousal, a tiny moan slipping past my throat. Who have I become?
I’m still on Dylan’s lap, my legs spread wide over his, my whole body burning up. It’s not my heat—I know it’s not; it’s too early—but something is controlling me, taking over my body in ways I can’t fight.
I feel myself gushing between my legs, sudden and intense, and both of them must scent it.
Dylan goes impossibly harder beneath me, and he inhales sharply against my neck.
“Fuck,” he breathes. “Anita…”
Mason’s nostrils flare, his eyes turning almost black. “You smell incredible.” He’s groping his cock over his pants.
Dylan’s mouth is in my ear. “How about we put out your flame a bit? I bet you’re hurting right now. Aching for us.”
“What? No, I—” But then I groan because his hand slides along the side of my breast over my shirt, and the sensation shoots straight between my legs.
“Oh, you’re in absolutely no position to train right now,” Mason says, grinning wickedly from where he’s still kneeling in front of us. “Look at you. Trembling. Desperate.”
“We could help,” Dylan murmurs against my neck.
“We should—” I try to protest, try to be rational, but nothing comes out.
But Dylan’s lips are on my neck now, kissing and sucking, and it’s so unfair how good it feels.
“I have no control around you four,” I gasp out. “It’s not normally like this.”
“We know,” Dylan says against my skin. “And we fucking adore that about you.”
Mason’s hands are on my ankles, and Dylan starts closing his legs slowly, bringing mine together as well.
“Wait, what are you—”
“Trust us,” Mason says, his hands sliding up my calves, my thighs. His fingers find the elastic of my leggings and underwear. “Lift up for me, beautiful.”
I shouldn’t. We should stop this. We have actual work to do.
But Dylan’s hands are on my waist, lifting me slightly, and I find myself shuffling to give Mason access, helping him slide my pants and underwear down and off completely.
“That’s our girl,” Dylan murmurs approvingly.
Then he splayed his legs wide again, taking mine with them, and I’m completely exposed.
Mason is there, kneeling between my spread thighs, looking absolutely wild and feral, and his fingers are already on me.
“So wet,” he breathes, sliding two fingers through my folds. “God, Anita. You’re soaked.”
“I told you,” I say. “I can’t help it. Something’s wrong with me.”
“Nothing’s wrong,” Dylan says, his hands sliding under my shirt from behind, pushing up my bra to access my breasts. “This is perfect. You’re perfect.”
His fingers find my nipples, rolling and plucking, and I arch back against him with a moan.
“Lift her hips for me just a bit,” Dylan says to Mason.
Mason obeys immediately, his hands gripping under my thighs and lifting me up slightly.
Dylan is shifting behind me, the rustle of fabric, and then I feel him positioning himself at my back entrance, his huge cock out.
“Dylan, I—” I gasp.
“Let me know if it’s too much, gorgeous,” he says, pressing the tip against me. “Just breathe.”
It’s in that moment that Mason’s fingers slide inside me, curling expertly, and I cry out.
Dylan pushes the tip of his cock slowly into my ass, giving me time to adjust. It’s my first time taking anyone there, and I tense instinctively.
“Relax,” Mason murmurs, his free hand stroking my inner thigh soothingly while his other hand works inside me, faster. “We’ve got you. Just breathe through it.”
Dylan inches in farther, and I’m so turned on, so wet, that the slide is easier than I expected. It doesn’t hurt as much as I thought it would. Instead, it’s this incredible stretch, this overwhelming sensation of being completely possessed.
“That’s it,” Dylan encourages, his hands gripping my hips. “Take all of me. You’re doing so well.”
When he’s fully seated inside me, he hisses and we all pause. I’m trembling, shaking with arousal.
Then Mason leans forward and wraps his mouth over my pussy, and I scream.
His tongue is everywhere, licking and sucking, while his fingers pump inside me, and Dylan is moving in my ass now, slow, steady thrusts that make stars explode behind my eyes.
“How does she feel?” Mason asks between licks.
“Fucking incredible,” Dylan groans. “So tight. So hot.”
“How does he feel, beautiful, fucking that gorgeous ass?” Mason asks me, his tongue circling my clit.
“I can’t talk,” I gasp. “Too much. It’s too much.”
“You’ve got this,” Dylan says firmly. His thrusts get slightly faster. Mason’s tongue works magic, and he’s pushing three fingers into me now. I’m climbing so fast I can barely catch my breath.
“That’s it,” Mason encourages. “Come for us. Show us how good we make you feel.”
Dylan’s hands come around to play with my breasts again, pinching my nipples, and that’s all it takes.
I explode with a scream that echoes off the basement walls, my whole body convulsing between them.
“Fuck yes,” Dylan hisses, his rhythm faltering as I clench around him. “Just like that. Squeeze me just like that.”
Mason doesn’t stop. His mouth stays on me, his fingers working me through it, and before I can even come down from the first orgasm, I’m climbing toward another.
“Please,” I beg. “I can’t—”
“You can,” Dylan says roughly.
Mason pulls back suddenly and quickly grabs some workout mats, spreading them on the floor on top of each other.
“She’s ready,” Dylan says to Mason with a grin.
Mason is already shedding his sweatpants, and I see him in all his glory. Hard and thick, and I’m literally salivating… “Fuck me,” I whisper, my body trembling for more.
He kneels on the mat and shuffles toward me. “Come here, angel. Need to be inside you.”
He positions himself at my entrance. Dylan’s hands are on my hips, holding me for Mason’s cock.
Mason pushes into me, and I moan at the intensity and how incredible it feels. I’m so wet, so ready, that he slides in easily.
“Beautiful,” Mason breathes, his eyes locked on mine. “Absolutely beautiful.”
Now I’ve got them both deep inside me. They work together, moving in sync, filling me from both sides. I’m pinned between them, at their complete mercy. And I love it.
They set a rhythm, alternating thrusts, and I’m lost. There’s just sensation, and me holding on to them.
“Never letting you go,” Mason pants.
“That’s right,” Dylan growls from behind. “Ours.”
They move faster, harder, and I’m climbing again, impossibly quick. I don’t know how long we’re moving in sync, making love, losing our minds, but it feels like hours.
“Come with us,” Mason suddenly commands.
Their words affect me and send me over the edge. I scream their names as I orgasm, my whole body convulsing violently.
They both growl, pouring their cum into me, following me over, and I sense them pulsing inside me, throbbing. I haven’t had this much cum in my body at once.
We hold on to each other, perspiring, breathing heavily, both of them still locked inside me. That’s when they each begin swelling inside me, their knots expanding, locking us together in the most primal way.
“So,” Dylan says after a long moment. “How’s the training going?”
I laugh despite everything. “I think we got a little off track.”
“Just a little,” Mason agrees, pressing a kiss to my shoulder.
But as I stay there between them, completely satisfied, I can’t bring myself to regret a single second of it. Even if we did abandon the actual training.
We can always try again tomorrow. Probably. Maybe. Or not.
But that’s fine too.