Page 22 of Team's Omega
“I got ya,” Garrett murmured as he slid his hands under my ass and lifted me against him.
“Mmm…” I replied, inhaling his rich scent as he carried me several paces away.
My ass hit the table first, then Garret laid me onto it. Miguel pulled my pants and underwear the rest of the way off, while Tyler rounded the table to stand behind me. Nate watched from the side, lazily stroking his cock.
“That hole of yours is a thing of beauty,” Garret growled. “Already fucked out and leakin’ Nate’s cum. It’s twitchin’ as if it wants more though. Do ya want more, pretty omega?”
I nodded, and moaned as Garret started fingering my entrance, stretching me gently. My cock was already getting hard again.
“I think he can take it,” he said a moment later.
“Hmm?” I asked.
Miguel chuckled, and pushed down his jeans, freeing a long and slender cock. He walked over, took one of my legs and set my ankle on his shoulder, then added his fingers alongside Garret’s. “Oh yeah. He can definitely handle it.”
Garret nodded, loosened his own fly, and allowed his cock to spring up—almost as long and only slightly thicker than Miguel’s. He repeated the motion of setting my other ankle on his shoulder. Then they pulled me down the table just enough so that my ass hung over the edge.
Tyler chuckled. “Oh, you’re in for a treat.”
I wondered what he meant for a second, then realized that I had two alphas aiming their cocks at my hole.
The moment both heads slid inside was incredible, but the burning stretch as my body opened to take them only served to throw fuel on the renewed inferno of my heat.
“Dios Mio,” Miguel cursed as they bottomed out.
“Ya can say that again,” Garret growled, his voice low and gravelly with the strain of holding back. “Your ass is amazin’ sweetheart. And the view is incredible.”
“It is a thing of beauty,” Nate added. “Seeing that hole of yours take both of them.”
All I could do was moan in response, my entire focus on the glorious stretch and how full I felt with them inside me.
The first thrust was slow, a long drag out and push back in. They held themselves deep for several seconds as they fully sheathed themselves again.
“Ya good sweetheart?” Garret asked.
“Please…” I begged. My body had welcomed them, but I needed more.
They shared a glance, then tightened their grips on my hips. The second thrust was faster, and when they saw that I could take it, each one after increased in speed and power.
Squelches echoed through the room as my slick and Nate’s cum mixed to ensure that there was plenty of lubrication. My gasps were nearly as loud as the sounds of fucking as they punched another from me almost every time they bottomed out.
This… this was the way I’d always needed to be fucked. I just had never imagined that I’d be able to have more than one alpha.
My head fell back against the table as my focus narrowed again. But as I opened my eyes I saw Tyler still behind me, cock in hand.
I needed. One of my alphas wasn’t being taken care of. I opened my mouth, sticking out my tongue as an invitation.
A lusty growl ripped from Tyler’s throat as he moved in and swiped the head of his cock across my lips.
I tongued the skin, tasted the precum gathering at his slit, and whimpered. I needed him in my mouth.
A sigh as he understood and slid between my lips. The skin was slightly salty, and the angle let me smell his alpha musk.
I closed my eyes, moaning as my alphas filled me in every way possible. Nate’s cum already deep within, while Garret, Miguel, and Tyler all had their cocks in me.
They set a rhythm that had me rocking between them, a back and forth of ecstasy. The power with which Garret and Miguel fucked me made Tyler’s cock taste better, which only ramped up my need to be knotted by the other two in a delicious cycle.
“You’re fucking hot as hell, Cutie,” Nate growled. “Three cocks in you, and you’re moaning like it’s the best day of your life.”
