Lola & the Millionaires: Part One (Sweet Omegaverse #2)(58)

“His cock’s gonna feel so good in you. He’s gonna make you so slippery and soaked, but I want you to fucking ride him until he begs you to stop,” Leo said.

I shivered as Rake pushed me up slightly, taking a deep breath and sucking hard on my clit, tongue swirling over the spot. Fuck. Almost, I wanted to say, but I didn’t want him to stop, to return the teasing I’d done earlier.

“Don’t go easy on her,” Leo said.

Rake moaned against me, and I echoed the sound as it vibrated through me. My breasts ached and I lifted one hand, squeezing them hard in turn. Rake’s tongue returned to my center, thrusting against my entrance, forcing the tip in, and he nuzzled roughly against my clit.

“Your thighs are shaking, gorgeous. She’s ready.”

I was so fucking ready.

Bright lightning pops of pleasure burst inside of me, and Rake held me with an iron grip, suckling and drinking and gorging on me with open-mouthed hunger as the orgasm flooded through me, rushing like lava through every muscle up into my head and then back down again, all the way to my toes.

“That’s it. That’s it. Slower now,” Leo purred, and then he broke out in laughter.

My eyes had fallen shut, and Rake pushed me from his mouth as I started to tip forward, he and Leo laughing as the phone slipped from my hands back onto the bed.

“Fuck. Oh my god,” I moaned, catching my fall by my palms and pulling in a deep breath.

“Put the phone somewhere I can watch,” Leo said.

I tried to shake the daze out of my head, and it was Rake who wriggled up from beneath me, face glossy with my release. He picked the phone up and put it sideways on the table against the lamp, turning it until Leo could see us both, me braced and bent on the bed, with Rake beneath me. Leo turned his own phone, laying on his side, still pumping his cock just enough to keep himself hard without ending the game.

“Gorgeous,” Leo said.

I grinned at him and then looked down at Rake, mussed and flushed and panting. A mouth like his deserved a reward. I bent and Rake moaned as I folded his lips with mine, dragging one kiss after another, tasting myself on his lips. It was like the first time with Leo, but Leo was here, or close to it.

“You do taste like heaven,” Rake murmured.

I pecked his lips again and then reached past the phone on the nightstand for the condoms Rake had put out for us. His eyes tracked my hand, and he bit his lip.

“I’m clean. I dunno if you’re on birth control but…” Rake trailed off and glanced at the phone where a grinning Leo was watching us, giving his own cock lazy strokes.

“I started up again recently, and I’m clean too,” I said, shrugging. I usually used condoms anyway, and Leo had never brought up going without.

“It’s just that I…I get kind of, um, messy,” Rake said, eyes widening. “And they don’t really make condoms that accommodate…”

My eyebrows jumped. Fuck. So that was what Leo meant by Rake making me slippery. Why did that sound so hot?

“But I know scents are hard for you—” Rake started.

I dropped the condoms on the bed and rose up, checking to make sure Leo could still watch as I took Rake’s bouncing, dripping cock in my hand. Rake’s words died on his tongue. The flirtatious, deviant, sexual man of the past few weeks stilled, and all that was there in front of me was a desperate, breathless creature. I lined him up at my entrance, teasing the head of him against my soaked flesh, and Rake moaned, eyes blinking slowly.

“Watch,” I said to him, and to Leo too, for that matter.

I sank down and gasped as Rake slipped in. He was…soft. Not soft, but like…for all of his girth it was almost pillowy. He went in easily, and he filled me up without any of the sting of the stretch.

“Oh my god,” I breathed. “Holy shit.”

I bounced experimentally, and Rake’s hips rolled to chase me as I retreated.

“Come on, gorgeous,” Leo called, his tone rough, his pumps more insistent. “Come on, let go.”

I groaned and started to rock, to twist and bounce my hips on top of Rake. Maybe no one had mentioned this to Rake, but it seemed pretty fucking significant to me. His cock was like fucking…pussy magic. I giggled at the comparison, but I couldn’t think of how else to describe it. There was the friction I craved with sex, but every movement was so easy.

“Fuck, god, Lola, you really worked me up. I’m gonna…I’m gonna come again, but don’t fuckin’ stop okay?”

I nodded as Rake’s hands cupped my hips and he moved me over his lap. I braced my hands on his shoulder and joined him, rolling my hips so I could grind myself against his lap. The pace was fast and deep, the slap of skin wet and noisy. I watched Rake’s furrow of concentration as he gazed at where we were joined, the wet dew of sweat on his upper lip. I leaned down and sucked it into my mouth, and then whined and rocked into him harder.

Rake shouted beneath me, body tensing, and he swelled inside of me, that first moment of stretch as he came.

“Don’t stop, gorgeous,” Leo gasped.

I nodded and fucked Rake as he shuddered, watched his throat flex as he struggled for breath, his grip loosening on my hips. That was all right, I’d found my rhythm. I pulled his hands up to my breasts, showing him how rough I liked it, and Rake swallowed, focusing on pinching my nipples as I took over the pace. I let myself fall roughly down his length, wet heat leaking out between us with every thrust, the crash tickling at my clit.