Chapter 22 #2
He draws a touch down my spine that makes me shiver.
“Not like this,” Simon says, his dark grin a tease that makes my cunt flutter.
He cups my breasts and sucks a nipple into his mouth, pulling it between his teeth, while tweaking the other with his fingers.
A jolt of lust shoots down to my core, and I moan as Simon sucks and licks at my breast.
Cassian kneels beside me, lightly tracing his fingers over my mound and then down to my cunt. “Can you take three of my fingers, love?”
“Y-yes.” He normally never fucks me with more than two of them, but my heat has me so turned on that I’d do anything he says.
He praises me with a soft brushing of his lips over mine and then thrusts two fingers inside me. When I’m used to that, he adds a third, the stretch divine as he slowly fucks his fingers into my slick cunt. “Good,” he murmurs. “So good, Junes.”
Though the stretch is nice, it’s got nothing on his knot, but my men have promised to take me like they never had before, and I’m too curious as to their intentions to beg for a knot.
Simon drags my nipple between his lips, and I cry out, pressing his head to my breast. He chuckles darkly against my skin, laving his tongue over the tight bud.
When my whimpers have satisfied him, he turns to Cassian and lightly shoves Cassian, who falls down to the mattress, his hard cock pointing straight up.
I go for it, wanting to taste him, but Simon stops me, instead going to Cassian himself. He lies in the opposite direction of Cassian, throwing his legs over Cassian’s hips until…. oh. Their cocks brush, lining up. Cassian takes them both in hand and slicks them with a pump of his fist.
“Can you take us both in that sweet cunt of yours, Junes?” Simon asks, that deep darkness in his voice that always makes me perfume.
Cassian groans when my scent explodes around us. “She can,” he pants. “I know it.”
“I…” Fuck, the things these two men do to me. “I can try.”
The positioning is awkward at first as I kneel over their cocks, but when Cassian lines their tips up with my core, I moan in anticipation and slowly start to sink down onto their combined thickness.
At first, it’s too much, too unbearable a stretch, but dirty words begin to spill from Simon’s lips.
“You have no idea how long we’ve wanted to do this to you, pretty little omega. Cassian’s been dying to feel our cocks sliding together in your tight cunt.”
I ease down a bit farther, wincing at the stretch.
“Easy,” Cassian soothes. “In your own time.” He reaches forward to stroke my clit slowly, and the wave of desire that crashes through me allows me to relax just enough to take another inch of them.
And then another. It takes two orgasms before I’m able to take them down as deep as I can, but when I settle on their cocks, I feel so deliciously full, so naughty.
“That’s our good girl,” Simon murmurs, propping himself up on an elbow so he can run his fingertips down my back. “So good for us, Junes.”
“I need to move,” I pant.
“Fuck, you both feel so fucking good,” Cassian grits out, staring at where the three of us are joined. “Move, love. As much or as little as you want. This is all about you.”
It may be all about me, but I’ve never seen Cassian so turned on as when I rise and then sink back onto their cocks.
Their cocks slide together in my cunt, my slick flowing freely now, easing the way for their thickness.
I bounce on my knees, each stroke steady and deep, winding me higher and higher.
Saints, I’ve never felt so connected to the two of them, so cherished, so adored and desired.
I bounce a bit faster, chasing my orgasm now as the two thick heads of their cocks stroke inside my cunt, Cassian’s pressing up against my front wall, while Simon’s teases my estrus gland.
There’s a gleam in Cassian’s eyes I’ve never seen before.
Saints, he’s loving this, maybe as much as I am.
I lean forward enough for them to fill me at a new angle and stare down at Cassian, feeling like a queen as I ride their cocks.
I slip my hands down my body, one squeezing my breast while the other travels lower.
I rub my clit in a slow circle, whining as the desire builds inside me.
Cassian just stares at me, his dark eyes intent on mine, intent on my body, watching me as I play with myself.
I rub my clit until my breath hitches into shallow pants and then bounce down hard onto their cocks.
I come apart with a scream that’ll surely wake my other mates if my whines and moans haven’t already, but I don’t care.
I’m so turned on, so needy. Simon slips free from my cunt, and I whine at the sensation of missing him inside of me, but just seconds later, Cassian comes with a jerk and presses his thick knot inside me, filling me up once more.
“Not done with you yet, kit-kat,” Simon says, kneeling behind me and lining his length up with the cleft of my ass. When he parts my ass cheeks and runs a thumb over my tight back hole, I whimper, suddenly needing him inside me as much as I needed Cassian’s knot.
“Please, please, please,” I plead.
“So pretty when you beg,” Simon whispers in my ear before nipping at my ear lobe. “Such a good girl for us. Are you ready for me?”
“Yes!”
Simon pushes into my ass, filling me faster than Ian did earlier, and I let out a sharp cry of pure pleasure. He fucks me, just a bit roughly, just perfectly, his cock brushing Cassian’s knot through my body.
“Love the feel of you, Junes,” Simon moans. “Can you come on Cassian’s knot for me? You know he loves it when you do that.”
I nod vigorously.
“Good girl. Stroke your clit again. That made him so fucking hard. Made him feel so good in your body for me.”
I whine but immediately drop my hand to my pussy, circling my clit with the tip of my finger.
I throw my head back onto Simon’s shoulder and he presses hot, open mouthed kisses over Cassian’s bite.
If it were anyone else kissing his bite, even another one of my mates, I’d be repulsed, but because it’s Simon, my body sings with the pleasure of it.
I come with a shout, squeezing around Cassian’s knot. Simon follows my orgasm with his own, pumping hot cum into my ass. He pants for a moment before withdrawing, and then gently settles me down over Cassian’s chest.
“That was the hottest fucking thing I’ve ever seen,” Ian says from where he and Luca were watching us.
“For real,” Luca mutters, his pale green eyes still wide. He offers a fist to Ian, and Ian bumps it with his own.
Best. Heat. Ever.