47. Delilah #3
Joker goes still instantly, and I let out a shaking breath. I know what’s coming, and I brace myself for it.
“Teddy get on your back, now.”
“What? Why? I was—”
I look up as Bones lets out a warning growl, my body going a little colder even though it isn’t aimed at me.
But Joker moves, throwing himself down onto the bed and allowing me to sit up and look at Bones.
He gives me a quick once over, tilting his head slightly in question.
I nod in response, appreciating his check in.
“Ride his cock for me, princess,” Bones murmurs, nodding toward Joker.
I look to find Joker sprawled out with his hands behind his head, smirking like the cat who got the cream.
I start to climb over him to straddle his hips, but Bones lets out a correcting noise.
When I look over my shoulder, he twirls his finger, gesturing me to turn around.
My face grows even hotter as I turn, facing away from Joker as I take his cock in my hand.
Joker’s moan and Bones’s growl harmonize perfectly as I slowly sink down onto the omega’s cock, letting out a sigh of pleasure.
“Match my pace, princess. Watch me,” Bones says.
I drop my eyes to watch the alpha stroke his cock, rolling my hips to match the slow, even pace. Joker groans under me, trying to buck into me to make me go faster.
“Stop.”
I go still, lifting up until all that’s left inside me is the tip of Joker’s cock.
“Stay still, Teddy, or you don’t get to cum,” Bones corrects, shifting slightly so he can look at Joker around me.
“If you were in my position, you’d be trying to fuck this pussy hard and fast, too,” Joker snaps.
My mouth turns down slightly in a frown, not understanding what he means. Does he want this to be over quickly? Does it not feel good?
Bones growls low again, making me go still. “I don’t care how good she undoubtedly feels. You’re going to sit still and take it like a good little fuck toy. Am I understood?”
Joker lets out a frustrated noise between gritted teeth. I turn to look at him, concerned, but Joker’s teal eyes are locked onto the ceiling, his breathing measured.
“Yes, Alpha,” he grumbles after a moment, and I feel his muscles tense under me as he tries to stay still.
“Good boy. Keep going, princess.”
Joker manages to not move as I resume rolling my hips, matching the speed of Bones’s hand as he strokes his cock.
I can’t take my eyes off it, my mouth watering.
But I know better than to ask for more than what I’m given.
Bones pants as he picks up his pace, and I struggle to match it, leaning forward and bouncing my hips up and down.
Bones nods once, and for a moment I don’t understand, but then Joker’s hands are on my hips, helping me to move.
Pleasure builds in my core again, and I whine, one hand going to rub my clit.
“That’s a good girl. You’re doing so good. Don’t stop,” Bones says breathlessly, his other hand coming up to grip the base of his cock hard.
“You gonna come all over us, Alpha? Or are you going to feed this gorgeous girl like she fucking deserves?” Joker asks, just as breathless.
“Is that what you want, little one? Do you want us to fill you with cum from both ends?” Bones asks, his voice dropping nearly an octave.
“Yes, please, Alpha,” I whimper, opening my mouth and sticking out my tongue.
“Such an obedient omega, getting ready for me. But you’re going to come one more time, okay? Come all over Teddy’s cock, make him come for me.”
I whine and pick up my tempo, leaving my mouth open, shame completely abandoned.
I rub my clit faster and harder, my release building like flames, consuming me until at last, I throw my head back with a scream.
Joker curses below me as my pussy convulses over and over, his grip on my hips bruising as he fights to thrust into me.
But then I feel him explode, hot cum pulsing up deep inside me, wave after wave of his seed filling me until I can feel it leaking out and coating my thighs.
But I don’t get a moment to breathe before there’s fist in my hair, pulling me down.
Bones takes advantage of my open mouth, shoving the tip of his cock inside, stopping just short of making me gag.
But then he’s coming, too, and I have no choice but to swallow.
He tastes like bright lemons but also smokey, and something metallic on the back of my tongue.
Warm and musky and just the right amount of bitter.
Once he’s done and pulls away, I finish swallowing and panting, my body shivering with aftershocks.
Without speaking, Joker and Bones move together as one unit to bundle me up in a blanket, whispering praise and purring to turn me into a puddle.
I lose track of time for a moment, but when I come to, Joker has a straw to my lips, and I feel a warm washcloth brushing against my swollen folds.
I drink and let my eyes drift closed, content to let them care for me.
Because I got what I wanted. My head is blissfully empty and I’m able to rest without my past haunting me.