Page 23 of Omegas Need
Allowing someone else to take the lead was a novelty, one I found I didn’t mind in the least. In fact, I liked that he took over,telling me where to position myself and then helping Usman climb over me to straddle my thighs.
We both let out a satisfied sigh as he sank back onto my cock again. My eyes drifted shut and then Wren was crawling over my legs and pushing Usman to lay flat on top of me. My arms automatically went around him.
“That’s right,” Wren said softly. “You two relax. I’m going to take care of both of you.”
He was stroking my thighs softly and for some reason, I couldn’t help but smile. I didn’t think I’d ever been “taken care of” and the idea of it happening now was…pleasant.
When he straddled my thighs and positioned himself behind Usman, it only took me a moment to realize what he was planning to do. My eyes flew open just as his cock rubbed against my balls, sliding into position just against mine.
He pressed forward and I felt Usman stop breathing as he realized what was about to happen. That he was about to have two cocks inside him.
If he could take it. That would be a lot.
But Wren didn’t seem to think it would be an issue. He gripped Usman by the hips, keeping him in place and then pushed relentlessly into him.
The moment he breached the entrance, all three of us groaned loudly.
I could feel Wren trembling as he continued the motion forward, getting as deep as he could, our cocks in a vice grip of slippery wet heat.
I’d never felt anything so tight. Had never felt another person’s cock against mine like this either. Suddenly, I was realizing that me and Ariana were always soft vanilla in the bedroom and these two were allspice.
My hands were in fists in the blankets now, fighting to remain still, to take what I was being given, which was so goodbut bordering on completely overwhelming. Then Wren started to fuck Usman properly and I lost track of everything else.
Usman was a mess, twitching and writhing, his moans turned to all out shouts with every thrust, a slew of words streaming from his mouth. “Ohfuck.Holy shit. You’re such a—Oh!God. Don’t stop. You’re killing me.Yes!” That quickly turned into nothing but screams of all out pleasure. I could feel tears hitting my shoulder, our skin slick with sweat as we clung to each other.
Wren was nearly just as loud, moaning louder with each snap of his hips, sporadically giving encouragements, telling me how good my cock felt, how nice and tight Usman’s hole was.
Meanwhile, I just tried for the life of me to hold on, to not come too fast, to enjoy the overwhelming sensations, but it was useless. I was too turned on and wound up and inaweof these two.
“Fuck!” I shouted, the only warning I could give that I was about to come before it shot out of me, deep into Usman.
He cried out and Wren’s hips bucked into the new spurt of wet heat still seeping from my cock.
“Yes!” he cried, pumping his cock against mine faster, carrying me over the edge and through the most incredible orgasm of my life, his cock rubbing back and forth over mine. Then Usman was stiffening in my arms, shouting out as his hole clenched and come spurted from his cock which was squished between us, soaking us both.
My knot was forming, the gland swelling, tightening the already constricted space but that only seemed to bring Wren closer to the edge because his rhythm faltered and finally, he pushed in deep, his cock flexing against mine as hot liquid gushed against my tip.
The sensation was too much for my over sensitized cock. I had to grit my teeth and wait for him to finish. Finally, he pulledgently out, leaving me to knot Usman on my own. Although he let out a moan at the loss, reaching blindly for Wren and pulling him against his side.
Somehow, I ended up with the two of them in my arms. I held them close to my chest, embracing them tightly as sleep overcame me.
I woke up some time later when Usman was wiggling carefully free of my softened cock. He slid off me, clearly trying not to disturb or wake me or Wren, who was snoring softly on my shoulder.
To my surprise, he didn’t go far, tucking himself under my other arm, his head resting on my other shoulder. Then, a moment later, his hand lifted, brushing my faded mating scar.
So, hehadnoticed it.
My heart squeezed, but I didn’t move, allowing him to explore it with those gentle fingertips.
And apparently, he knew I was awake now because he spoke, voice barely above a whisper.
“What happened to your omega?”
I swallowed and somehow forced the words out.
“Ari. She was in an accident on the bridge two years ago. A five car pileup,” I said. “Hers was in the middle.”
Usman was silent and then he lifted his head so that he could look in my eyes.
