Page 59 of Desperate Omega

I suddenly feel a hard wall of muscle pressing into me from behind, and an equally hard cock nestling against my ass. A deep voice rumbles at my ear.

“My turn.”

Markus turns me and pulls me against him, but he isn’t rough about it the way Brik was. He takes his time with it, and when our lips finally meet, it is so soft and smooth it feels as if our two mouths are melting together into one. I slide my hands around behind him and squeeze his butt while he gently rocks his pelvis against me, gliding his hard cock up and down against my tummy. Our tongues writhe together in a similar, rhythmic motion.

When our lips finally part, I feel just as breathless as I did after Brik’s kiss.

“So?” Markus asks.

“I… I can’t decide.”

It’s not that I’m worried about hurting either of the alphas’ feelings. I truly can’t decide which kiss I enjoyed more.

“Let me try again,” Brik says, sounding slightly annoyed. “I know I can kiss better than this asshole.”

He starts to pull me into him again, but I press a hand to his chest to hold him off.

“Wait,” I say, “Let’s try something different.”

“Something different?”

I carefully extricate myself from Brik’s grasp and sink to my knees in front of the two males. Warm water laps against the bottoms of my breasts while the torchlight plays across the alphas’ hard, naked bodies towering above me. My own body buzzes with excitement at what I’m about to do.

“You’re going to share my mouth.” I say, “Then I’m going to decide which one feels better.”

Neither of them argues with that.

Since Markus was the winner of the first round, I decide to taste him first. I moan softly as his hard cock slides into me, warm and smooth and thudding with his strong pulse. The taste of his precum alone is nearly enough to make me come, and I drop one hand beneath the water and touch myself as I continue to suck him slow and deep. When I pause to catch my breath, I used my other hand to stroke him, spreading my saliva all the way down to his base. Then I open wide and take him into me again, even deeper than before.

Markus groans with pleasure and runs his fingers through my hair.

“Fuck, that feels nice, Syra. Keep that up, and you’re going to get a mouthful of cum.”

That prospect makes me shiver with desire, but I’m not ready for him to come inside me. Not just yet. As much as it pains me to do so, I manage to pull back before sucking him to completion.

I turn my attention to Brik. He has been watching me service Markus, and while his eyes are ablaze with jealousy, his cock is as hard as ever, and I get the feeling that on some level he actually enjoyed watching me pleasure his rival.

“Your turn,” I whisper.

I start by teasing him, brushing my mouth against his tip, moistening my lips with the warm sticky nectar of his precum. Brik quickly grows impatient with me, and clutches my hair in his fist.

“Stop toying with me, woman,” he growls. “It’s not kisses I want. It’s your throat.”

I’m tempted to remind him this competition isn’t about what he wants, but before I have a chance to say anything, he breaches my lips and begins to fuck my mouth, sliding into me a little deeper with each thrust until I can feel the hard steel piercing nudging against the back of my throat. Bitter tears stream down my cheeks, and I start to choke a little, but Brik forces me to take a few more deep thrusts before he finally relents and yanks my head back as long strings of spit stretch from my gasping lips to the end of his pierced cock.

“So?” Brik rumbles above me. “Whom do you prefer?”

“I… I’m not sure,” I murmur. “I need one more taste.”

Or two.

Or three.

I return to Markus’s cock and suck him deeply. He purrs affectionately and weaves his fingers through my hair. After a little while, I go back to Brik and receive another hard ravaging of my throat.

Then I try Markus again.

Then Brik.