He looked at Oswald like he was unsure if I was telling the truth or really knew what I wanted. I was well aware what I was asking for. I’d seen them together, after all. Beneath all Nolan’s bumbling and nervousness and feelings of being less-than because of his designation, was a dominant side I was desperate to draw out.
Even once we got him back, I couldn’t rely on Shan to dom me all the time, and none of the others were the type to hold me down and fuck me.
Using his vampiric speed, he grabbed both my hands and tugged them behind my back. The repositioning thrust my tits forward toward Oswald, and the way Nolan then grabbed my hair and yanked it exposed me even more. I let out a whimper when he slammed his lips to mine, the kiss upside down and uncomfortable yet ridiculously hot. Ozzy continued his worship of my breasts, licking and sucking while he grabbed my hips and helped me rub on him.
He began to buck up too, his hips meeting mine and moans falling from his lips. The movements grew increasingly more desperate until Nolan stopped our kiss and faced him instead. “Ozzy,” he murmured, his voice husky. “You better not come in your pants. I can feel you getting close.”
I tuned into my bond with Oswald, noting he was right. The man was on the edge of bliss, before we’d really gotten started. I knew from experience he could come more than once, but Nolan seemed keen to draw out the first orgasm and tease him.
His hips paused their movement and he dropped his forehead to rest between my tits, panting. “Not going to come.”
“Good. Freya is, though.”
“Am I?” I asked.
There was an odd sense of loss when he released my hair and arms, but it didn’t last long. Nolan had me over his shoulder in an instant, an involuntary squeak leaving me. Just as fast, he’d deposited me on the opposite couch and stripped my pants and underwear off. He pointed between my legs and Ozzy groaned, stepping across the room to settle down between them.
“Make her come for me,” he said.
Oswald was quick to begin trying, diving between my legs and lapping up the dripping slick. He groaned and gasped as he tasted me, my attention half focused on him and his ministrations and half focused on Nolan. The man was undoing his shirt one button at a time, and nothing had ever made me want to rip a button-up in half more than waiting for him to finish. His cargo shorts were next, shoved down his hips until his cock was exposed and my mouth was fucking watering.
“Want a taste?” He stroked his length a few times and precum beaded at the tip.
I nodded, opening my mouth and reaching out for him. I’d been dying for a taste for ages now. Our one and only time getting intimate, I’d only been able to use my hand on him.
“Say please,” he said with a smirk.
That fucking smirk.
I remembered how much it had irritated me when I’d first come into his custody, and it still irritated me. It was also thrilling to have it back. He was bringing his sass into a sexual situation with me. That had to mean he was getting comfortable, and it was infinitely better than the man who’d shied away from my advances in the kitchen just weeks prior.
“Please,” I said, without much vigour.
He observed me with a raised eyebrow for a second, and I moaned as Oswald plunged a finger into my pussy. Nolan didn’t make a move to shove his cock in my mouth, and my moan turned irritated.
“Please,” I said with more vehemence.
It must have been passable, because he pressed the head of his cock to my lips. I reached out to grab the base of his cock with my hands and he shook his head. “Hands on Oswald’s head. I want you to do your damn best to drown him in your slick.”
I snorted a quick laugh, but brought my hands down to my other mate’s head and wrapped my legs tighter around him. He stared up at where my lips kissed Nolan’s tip, but his tongue was massaging my clit and he pushed a second finger into my soaking wet hole.
Hands-free, I tried to pull more of Nolan’s cock into my mouth and he let me. His gaze burned as he watched me take his length until I gagged, wetting it with my spit. I tried to get a rhythm going, but his hands grabbed two messy handfuls of my hair.
“You’re going to be so good at taking it, aren’t you?” he murmured.
His hips pulled back and he slammed them forward again, gagging me but not shoving past that point.
Holy fucking angels.
My eyes watered and I nodded, keeping my teeth tucked away as he did the same thing again. Every thrust made me gag until there were tears running down my cheeks and I began to wonder if Shan had been this rough with my throat, even. Not that I was complaining. I was loving it, as Oswald could attest. My gag reflex made my pussy clench.
“I can’t believe he’s been hiding this side from me,”I said mentally to Ozzy, who was trapped between my legs.“This is hands down the best face fucking I’ve gotten in my life.”
“Don’t tell Shan,”he said jokingly.
His fingers curled inside me, stroking my g-spot and tearing a moan from me. The moan was choked by Nolan’s cock brushing the back of my throat again.
“Oh, I’m going to, because he’ll want to beat the record. It’ll end well for me.”
