Chapter 17 #3
“You’re soaked,” I whisper, swallowing hard. I haven’t touched a woman here in a really long fucking time, and all I want is to see her naked as we make her come.
My cock throbs with need, and Alisa’s hips try to jut upward to get me to move faster. Instead, I press my hand down to pin her to the couch, my fingers lazily sliding through her damp curls, inching slowly until I can part her lower lips.
“Troy,” she cries out. “Please keep going. I need more.”
“You want my fingers on your clit?” I ask, moving down until I barely brush against it. Her mewl has Easton groaning, and I smirk, knowing we’re all in this together. “Give me your words, baby.”
“Yes! Please. I need your fingers on my clit. Please finger fuck me until I come. Is that enough?” she asks, snapping with frustration.
“Yes,” Lyle says, his mouth on her breast with his next breath.
My fingers ghost down her pussy until I can tease at her opening and my palm rubs against her clit. I want Alisa fucking wild for me. I’ve rubbed my cock raw while I’ve been gone. I hoped for at least a kiss when I got back, but this seems like the perfect homecoming.
East pulls my pants down, knowing how much I fucking need him, and his mouth sucks me down without any preamble. My groan pushes slick out of Alisa’s cunt, and I take pity on her and push my thick fingers inside of her.
“Troy has a piercing on his cock,” Silas tells Alisa, effectively telling on me. “East is going to take full advantage of this while he sucks on him.”
Alisa sighs as I give her exactly what she wants, and Easton slides up my shaft to tease my piercing with his tongue.
I chose the one that would hurt the most to keep me completely away from everyone.
I was never once tempted, not until Alisa and Pack Mayor came onto the scene.
Now, it makes me very sensitive and Easton’s smirk on his face tells me he knows this.
He is sandwiched slightly between Alisa and I as he gives me head, and he groans as she squeezes the back of his neck.
“Control Easton,” Silas growls. “It’s good for him. He’s entirely too dominant for his own good.”
East flicks him off as I chuckle, though he taps the back of Alisa’s hand to give her the go ahead. She pushes his head down until he’s swallowing around any gag reflex he may have, and my eyes roll back in pleasure.
“Jesus,” I gasp. “I think we may need to reposition.”
“I’m good,” Alisa moans, writhing under Lyle and my attention.
“I’m not,” Silas growls. Getting up, he knee walks around until he can pull down Alisa’s pants and panties in one go. Lyle removes her sweater, leaving her naked, and Alisa lifts her head to watch as Easton drags his nose against my pelvis as he hollows his cheeks to make me see stars.
Silas kisses Alisa’s ankle and begins to ghost along her skin until he’s giving her knee the kind of attention that makes her head drop back. I didn’t even realize that was an erogenous zone. He winks at me and I would take notes if I could think straight.
“Alisa, how do you feel about sitting on my face?” he asks. “I want to drown in all this pretty slick. No penetration other than fingers and my tongue.”
“No…ugh. Troy!” Alisa’s hips buck against my finger fucking, because I want to make her come first. My hips begin to thrust forward, knowing East can take a little deep throating.
Alisa is very keyed up between all of us, and I grind my palm against her clit to help her over the edge.
Her little shriek makes me grin, even as I force myself not to come with her.
The heavy scent of orange blossoms fills the air, mixing with ours, and it’s making me feel dizzy in the best of ways.
“That’s it,” I groan. “So good, baby. Ride it out with me.”
She whines as her chest heaves, short of breath, and still horny.
“As I was saying,” Silas chuckles his eyes on my fingers as I pull them out. Her cunt tries to keep them in, and the suctioning sound is loud as she releases them. “Goddamn.”
“I almost came at the sound,” I admit, pulling my hips back to share my prize with Easton. I smear it all over my cock before sucking on my fingers as Alisa pushes his head back down my shaft.
She watches us closely as we lick up every drop together, blushing at our appreciative noises. East’s tongue game should be illegal in several states.
“You were saying you want some too?” she asks, speaking to Silas.
“I do. You’re still healing though. Fingers are all that are going inside your pussy,” he says.
“Okay.” Her eyes move to Lyle and he grins at her.
“I’ll keep myself busy,” Lyle promises. “Up you go, Alisa. I’ll make sure you get the best seat in the house.”
Her blush travels further as Lyle has her kneel and Silas lays between her knees.
“I’m the best seat,” he says, in case there was any question of this. Silas’ hands push her down until she’s fully seated on his face, and her head drops back as he begins to eat her out.
It’s been a week since we found her, and while omegas can have a fast healing time for anything sexually related, it’s better to err on the safe side.
“We’re taking back another first,” Lyle growls, kissing her.
Fuck yes we are.