Page 27 of One Way Out

I squint, realizing he’s talking about me, but I barely get to focus on that as Saylor scrambles forward. Her hair hangs, blocking most of my view of her tits, which is a real fucking shame.

Omen’s hands tease down her back, and he ends up squatting on the cushion while leaning against the far arm of the couch. He scrapes his teeth over her hip and down her ass, but I’m more distracted by Saylor’s hot breath fanning over my shaft.

I’m still in a T-shirt and sweats, but they don’t do anything to hide my hard-on, and Saylor licks my crown over the material.

“Oh, fuck,” I hiss as my shaft jumps.

“Lift up!” she commands, tugging the waistband of my sweatpants.

My feet hit the floor, and I find myself complying without even thinking it through.

“You’re going to look quite silly if you leave the shirt on, mate.” Omen winks, and his arm and chest flex.

It’s clear he’s once again fingering her. If I were him, I would have much rather stayed with my face in her juicy pussy, so I could lick and taste her while finger fucking her.

He nods to my chest again, and I lean forward, ripping it off with a hand at the back of my neck before tossing it aside. I’m pretty sure he switched positions to give me the chance to actively participate, which happens almost immediately as Saylor guides my tip to her lips.

She’s mostly in the presenting position, with her top half close to the couch cushion and her ass up for Omen to finger her from behind.

My head falls back at the feeling of her naughty little tongue circling my crown. She latches on to the head of my dick and sucks like she’s desperate for every drop of dribbling pre-cum. It’s been so fucking long since I’ve done anything but jerk that it feels dangerous to focus on the sensations.

Saylor dips lower, hollowing her cheeks and sucking like she’s desperate to embarrass me. Watching Omen with his face in her pussy and Saylor’s few kisses were enough to set me on edge.

“You’re a greedy little thing.” Omen slaps her ass, producing a moan from the omega that radiates down my shaft. “Always trying to take more than I give you.”

Saylor pops off my length, glaring over her shoulder at him while jerking me. “If you’d stop tormenting me and let me come, then I wouldn’t have to.”

She rolls her eyes and dives back down, licking and sucking in a way that makes me growl.

Omen snorts. “One of these days, your precious alphas won’t be around to save you, and that sassy mouth of yours will get you in real trouble.” Another crack fills the air as he once again smacks her ass. “You’re going to be right pissed then.” He smirks, rubbing at the area.

Omen may talk a lot of shit, but he’s clearly fond of her. Otherwise, he wouldn’t move slightly before offering another slap.

Saylor loves it if her reaction is anything to go by. She only sucks harder as her hair teases my stomach and thighs.

I’m torn.

I want to watch my crown disappear into her swollen lips, but I’m already jacked up on her pheromones. Focusing on anything but the way her mouth feels wrapped around me as her tongue teases down my shaft is a smart move if I want to last. I still find myself gathering her hair and fisting it on the back of her head. She wraps her free hand around my knot and jerks the leftover few inches of my shaft that won’t fit in her mouth. It’s intense, and the more I breathe in, the foggier my head gets.

My forearm flexes, and I shove her deeper, aching to come all over her pretty pink tongue.

Saylor whimpers, and my cock pulses, spurting pre-cum. That makes her fight my hold to move back to just sucking the tip.

Everything in me aches to use my feet to fuck up into her mouth. That, or my hold in her hair to shove her deeper.

Omen’s scent gets thicker. He’s stretched over her back, raking his teeth down her shoulder.

Saylor’s hips wiggle, and he buries a hand in her hair next to mine. He forces her down my cock, and my head falls back as I bite my lip.

“You don’t get to tease him just because I’m teasing you,” he says, sounding weirdly chipper. He really must be a sadist, which I should have guessed after his performance in front of the glass. Saylor works deeper with Omen’s help, and my crown bumps the back of her throat. “Shh, don’t panic. Swallow instead. If you take shallow breaths, you should be able to breathe through your nose.” His fingers flex around mine as he pulls her up and shoves her down again, and this time, she does swallow.

The feeling of her throat contracting around the first inch or two of my cock is too fucking much. “Fucking hell, pretty girl. I’m about to come.”

Saylor’s forearm digs into my thigh as she pulls up enough that I’ll come all over her tongue instead of the back of her throat. My muscles lock tight, and I freeze, but she works me off with one hand on my knot and the other on the slick inches of my shaft that she just backed off from.

I growl as my cum sprays into her mouth. I’m so fucking hazy that it’s a battle not to buck too deep. She clearly wants to taste my cum, and I don’t want her to choke, no matter how hot the sounds would be.

“That’s it, darling. Suck down every drop,” Omen coos, massaging her scalp.

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