Page 82 of Choosing Their Omega

“What about you?” I whisper to Miles. “What are you gonna do?”

His smile widens, his free hand going to his belt. “I’m gonna watch Lawson fuck you while you suck my cock like a good girl.”

He undoes his pants and starts to push them down, but I’m momentarily distracted by the sight of his thick length springing free as Lawson chooses this moment to line himself and plow into me. I’m so slick and ready that he buries himself completely in one stroke, rocking me forward on my elbows as his hips collide with my ass. He’s hunched over me a bit because of the height of the car ceiling, so I can hear the guttural noise me makes under his breath as he bottoms out.

Miles takes advantage of the way Lawson’s thrust put my face closer to his crotch, winding his hand around my hair and guiding my lips to the head of his dick. I wrap my lips around him, and just like when they both put their hands on my thighs, I feel the strongest sensation of completeness.

Well, not quite complete.

Knox and Cruz are only watching from the front seats, not touching me. But I can feel the weight of their focus on me, even without looking at them, and it makes me feel like they’re a part of this too, just like I want them to be.

“There you go, red.” Miles grunts, bucking his hips up as he slides deeper into my mouth. “Show me how Lawson is fucking you. Is he going hard and deep? Then take me the same way.”

Fire fizzles through my limbs as I moan around the mouthful of his length, sliding my lips lower as Lawson sets a steady pace. Their scents mix around me, smoked sea salt and chocolate contrasting with sweet cinnamon and ginger. Cruz’s and Knox’s scents are there too, and I keep dragging in greedy breaths through my nose, hungry for all four of them.

“I can’t decide if I’m glad we have tinted windows or not,” Cruz mutters wryly from the front seat. “On the one hand, I’m glad no one can look in and see what they’re doing to you. On the other hand, I wish the whole damn world could see you right now, sunshine. I don’t know how the hell Knox is driving the car with a show like this going down in the back.”

“With difficulty,” Knox jokes back, but the heat in his voice makes it clear he’s not lying. I can tell he’s watching in the rearview mirror whenever it’s safe enough to take his eyes off the road—I can feel it every time he looks—but unlike Cruz, he can’t keep his gaze locked on me the whole time.

“Help her out, Cruz,” Miles instructs, resting a hand on the back of my head as I take him even deeper.

“Damn, you really are bossy.” Cruz chuckles, then adds, “But since it’s for Lily’s benefit, we’ll let you get away with it. I can tell she likes it. She’s dripping all over Lawson’s cock.”

“She could be wetter. Touch her clit for us. Help us get her there.”

“Fuck.” Cruz curses hoarsely, half turning in the front seat as he reaches back toward us. His hand delves between my legs, and neither he nor Lawson seem to care that his fingers are less than an inch away from Lawson’s dick as it spears me over and over again.

The pads of Cruz’s fingers find my clit, and I whine in my throat, squirming on the smooth leather seat.

“Do you know what a hat trick is?” Miles asks, tugging on my hair to draw me off his shaft for a second.

“No,” I gasp, spitting on his dick to get it even wetter as pleasure spikes inside me.

He presses me back down, eliciting a moan from me as he hits the back of my throat. “It’s when a player scores three goals in a game. But right now, we’re gonna give you a different kind of hat trick. We’re gonna make you come three times before we get back home. Are you ready?”

I do my best to nod, making an affirmative noise, and Cruz’s fingertips press harder as they slip and slide over my clit.

The first orgasm is basically a freebie. I was already so close that it only takes him a few seconds to get me the rest of the way there, and Lawson grunts as I clench around him.

“One,” Miles counts out.

Cruz pinches my clit, and I scream around the cock in my mouth as it tosses me into another climax before the first is even finished. Lawson slams into me harder, fucking me through it even as I squeeze him so tightly that it must be hard to move.

“Two,” Miles intones.

I can barely catch my breath, but I barely even notice. I definitely don’t care. All I care about is how good this all feels, how desperately I need it, and the way our filthy sounds fill the car. I hum around Miles’s shaft, shifting onto one elbow so that I can reach over and play with his balls. Cruz’s fingers feel like a blur on my clit, circling hard and fast, relentless and demanding.

“Come on, angel.” It’s Knox speaking this time, his voice so thick it’s barely recognizable. “Give them three. I want to hear it.”

So I do.

Just for him.

Just because he sounds so hungry.

My back arches as I come hard for a third time since we got in the car, and Lawson drives into me and goes still, holding on to my hips like he might die if he lets go. Miles does the same, pushing me as far down on his cock as I can take and holding me there as my orgasm races through me. The feeling of fullness only heightens every sensation, and I expect to feel both of them pulse and swell as they come inside me—but they don’t.

As the climax works its way through me and slowly starts to ebb away, Lawson leans farther over me, pressing a kiss to my hair.

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