Chapter 12 #2
“Take them off,” Rowan commands, his voice leaving no room for argument. “All the way off.”
I hesitate only a moment before pushing my panties and skirt down together, kicking them off awkwardly until I’m bare from the waist down. My blouse still covers me partially, but when I start to pull it down to cover myself, Rowan stops me.
“No,” he says firmly. “I want to see everything.”
Drake reaches for the hem of my blouse, lifting it to expose my pussy completely. I’m mortified and thrilled at the same time, my thighs trembling as the cool air hits my overheated flesh.
“Beautiful,” Rowan murmurs, his eyes fixed between my legs.
“Touch yourself,” Drake commands. “Show us how you like to be fucked.”
My hand moves of its own accord, sliding between my thighs to find my clit swollen and sensitive. I gasp at the first contact of my finger against my clit.
“That’s it, baby,” Drake croons. “But we need a better view.” He grabs my left leg, swinging it over his thigh so that I’m spread wide, my pussy completely exposed to their hungry gazes.
Rowan does the same with my right leg, positioning me so that I’m splayed open between them, utterly vulnerable on the couch.
“Perfect,” he says, his voice a low rumble. “Now play with that pretty cunt. Make it cream for us.”
This is unbelievable. I’m sitting in my bedroom at my employer’s house, legs spread wide, masturbating for two alphas that I barely know.
I rub small circles around my clit, building the pressure slowly as I always do when I’m alone. But having an audience changes everything. It makes it more intense. Way more intense. My fingers slide easily through my folds, gathering slick.
“That’s right,” Drake encourages, his breath coming faster. “Show us how you like it. You ever had a cock in there, Red?”
I shake my head, unable to form words as the pleasure builds. My virgin status seems to excite them further, and both men growl low in their throats.
“A virgin omega,” Rowan says, his voice reverent. “So fucking rare. So precious.”
My fingers move faster, my hips rolling to meet each stroke. I’m close already, embarrassingly so, the combined effect of their eyes on me and the memory of Elias’s touch earlier pushing me rapidly toward the edge.
“I’m going to.. oh god..!” I gasp, feeling the pressure build to an unbearable level.
“Do it,” Drake commands. “Come for us. Now.”
The order triggers something primal in me. My back arches, my thighs tense, and I come with a strangled cry as wave after wave of pleasure crashes through me. And then, a gush of fluid between my legs, splattering across the couch and onto their jeans.
“Holy shit,” Drake breathes, staring in wonder at the mess I’ve made. “You’re a squirter.”
I try to close my legs, mortified by what just happened, but their grip holds me open.
“Look at that mess,” Drake says, his voice thick with arousal. “Mind if we clean it up?”
Before I can process what he means, both alphas are moving, sliding to their knees on the floor in front of me. My eyes widen in shock as they lower their heads between my thighs, their mouths converging on my still-pulsing pussy.
“Oh my god,” I gasp as I feel the first touch of Rowan’s tongue on my oversensitive clit. He sucks the swollen bud between his lips, creating a gentle suction that makes my hips buck wildly.
Drake focuses on my folds, his tongue lapping at every inch of me, gathering my slick like it’s the sweetest nectar.
“So fucking delicious,” he mutters against me. “I could eat this pussy all day.”
The dual sensation of their mouths on me is overwhelming. Rowan’s lips create a perfect seal around my clit, his tongue flicking rapidly in a way that makes me see stars. Meanwhile, Drake’s tongue delves deeper, exploring every crease and fold with meticulous attention.
“What are you guys doing?” I gasp, my eyes rolling back in my head.
“We’re just making sure you’re clean,” Drake says with a wicked grin, his lips glistening with my juices. “Wouldn’t want you to be all sticky, would we?”
Rowan doesn’t speak, too busy with his task. The suction increases, and I feel a fresh flood of arousal escape me. My thighs begin to shake uncontrollably as a second orgasm builds with shocking speed.
“Oh fuck,” I whimper.
“If only you were ours,” Rowan murmurs against my flesh. “Our omega. Our mate.”
“Our queen,” Drake agrees, his tongue circling my entrance. “We’d worship this pussy every day.”
“Every day. Every second,” says Rowan, licking me extra hard.
Their words push me over the edge. My head falls back as I come again, harder than before, my hips bucking against their faces as they drink every drop of slick I produce.
And then, suddenly, they’re pulling away, wiping their mouths on the backs of their hands. They stand in perfect synchronization, looking down at me with matching expressions of satisfied hunger.
“Thanks for the snack, baby,” Drake says with a wink. “We’ll see you at dinner.”
Before I can gather my scattered thoughts, they’re already leaving, closing the door behind them with a soft click.