Lola & the Millionaires: Part One (Sweet Omegaverse #2)(59)

Shit. Rake would be really good at rough sex. All the force with less of the day-after pain.

“You like it, don’t you?” Leo asked, grinning.

“I fucking love it,” I gasped.

Rake moaned, his heels bracing against the bed so he could meet my thrusts, bodies pounding together and making me cry out every time we joined. He was perfectly deep, beautifully plush and thick inside of me, velvety soft as his cock pumped.

I was babbling some combination of their names, and Leo was praising me as Rake got wilder. He came again, and the rush inside me made me shiver, almost made me come. It would be all right if I did. I had to keep going until Rake said stop, wasn’t that what Leo said?

Arousal pooled on Rake’s groin, dripped down between us to the bed. Fuck. It was messy. It was messy and it was hot, and I laughed breathlessly as the slick slide of us made every twist and rub of our bodies smoother.

“You tired?” Leo asked.

My thighs were burning from effort, sweat dripping down my body, but I shook my head.

“Good girl. Rake, get her off.”

Rake’s hand dropped from breast to my clit, and with a quick flick and rub of his fingers I was arching back, shouting high and bright. Rake groaned and sat up with me, his arm circling my waist, fingers persistent on my clit.

“Keep going, gorgeous. Squeeze tight around him, so tight,” Leo said. His words were unsteady now too, broken by the force of his hand on his cock.

I was draped backward over Rake’s knees, my whole body weak with exhaustion, but I kept pushing. I did every damn kegel muscle trick I knew, rewarded by Rake’s long howls and wild bucking beneath me. Squeezing down on him didn’t force him out, but instead just gripped him tighter, and I realized I was doing something similar to a female alpha’s lock. My hands flew to the back of Rake’s head, and I pulled his mouth to mine, pressing a vicious biting kiss to his bottom lip.

My clit burned with his attention, and the fire exploded through me as Rake flooded me once more, totally out of control, movements broken. Leo called our names in broken pleasure from the phone. Rake whimpered against my lips and dragged me down with him as he fell to the bed. My own orgasm left me limp and shuddering on top of him.

“‘Nough. Enough,” Rake gasped as I tried to keep moving. I sagged gratefully, and Leo chuckled.

“Damn. Damn, I fucking wish I’d been in the room for that,” Leo gasped.

“Shit, Lola, you wrecked me,” Rake said, chest heaving for air.

“Think I wrecked myself,” I said, totally collapsed on his chest. I wiggled, and Rake grunted as I moved just enough to smile at the phone screen. There was a little splash of white on Leo’s chest and I licked my own lips, wishing it was him I was tasting.

“Tomorrow night,” Leo said. “Even if we’re just all watching each other wack off, I don’t care. Just can’t wait to get back to you guys.”

I snorted and buried my blush against Rake’s chest. “Love you, babe,” Rake said to the phone.

“Love you,” Leo echoed. There was a pause, and he added, “Miss you both. So much.”

“Miss you too,” I answered, looking back to drink up Leo’s heavy stare until he disconnected the call.

Rake sighed, his arms circling my back and his lips pressing a series of kisses to my forehead. “Give me like…twenty seconds to catch my breath, and then I’ll carry us to the shower.”

I wiggled to start to roll away and stopped immediately at the first sensation of thick slick seeping out between us. It was a startling feeling, but also strangely erotic, a faint tease to start all over again. Rake waggled his eyebrows at me, and I broke out into peals of giggles.

“Mm, okay, you squirming on top of me feels too good. We better get into the shower now,” Rake said, sitting up and bundling me against his chest, never pulling out as he raced out of the warm bed and for the bathroom.

My laughter echoed over the tile until it turned to moans under the steam.





Nineteen





Lola





Rake was snoring softly, sprawled out face down on the mattress like a starfish, one of his arms and legs draped over me. The clock on the nightstand only read eleven thirty-eight, and while I was physically exhausted from the night, my mind was running one hundred thoughts a second.

What was I getting myself into with Rake and Leo? My experience with Buzz had shattered me, but the potential emotional fallout with these two might be devastating. They weren’t cruel, and I hadn’t become addicted to them as a filthy fun secret. Leo was…Leo was perfect, too good to be true. And Rake was outside of even my own wildest dreams; sweet and sexy, and as persistent in his affection as I’d dreamed an alpha would be.

It sounded great on paper, but I knew better. Eventually, things between us would hit roadblocks, and what would it cost me to have to walk away from them?

Your entire fucking heart, idiot.

My pounding, racing heart. I needed to get out of the bed before I let myself spiral into a full-blown panic attack and had to explain myself to Rake. I didn’t want to ruin the night we were having. Stupid as it was, I had already decided to see things through with these men to the bitter brutal end, even if there would be nothing left of myself when it was over. The destruction was too sweet to resist.