Lola & the Millionaires: Part One (Sweet Omegaverse #2)(89)
“Yes,” Rake moaned, thrusting up and trying to push Lola against me.
She rose up on her palms and shot a smile over her shoulder. She was trying to keep her head turned away from where Caleb and Cyrus were together in the corner, and as much as I wanted to push her into connecting with them, I knew pushing was the exact opposite of what she needed. She and Matthieu had fallen together naturally, it seemed. The same might happen with the others when she was ready.
I took my slippery cock in hand, pumping lightly, holding Lola steady by her shoulder, and lined myself up at her ass. I pressed to her opening, stroking her back gently to remind her to relax until the head of my cock nudged into the tight ring of muscle.
“Fuck,” I whispered at the first clasp of her around me. I sank in with gentle nudges, Rake unable to resist echoing them with soft thrusts from beneath until I was deep enough to feel him and the hum of the vibrating lock. “Oh, god,” I hissed.
I gathered Lola up from Rake’s chest and wrapped my arms around her, pulling her to my chest as I bent slightly over her back. Rake and I were brushing against one another inside of her, separated by a thin wall. Lola shuddered, head rolling and exposing her neck to me, and I latched onto her throat, sucking and swirling my tongue over the pounding drum of her pulse.
“Lock,” Rake gasped. “Lock, please.”
“Let me,” Caleb said, sitting up from the wall.
If Lola heard Caleb, she didn’t show it, or at least she didn’t care. God, I wanted to feel her, to know if she was still nervous now or if she was as deeply absorbed in the heat as the rest of us. She seemed like it, rolling her hips, grinding against Rake, and then rocking back to meet my careful thrusts.
Caleb studied the narrow little remote with interest, lips curved and his cock bobbing with interest. I knew the moment he tightened the lock. Rake bellowed on the mattress, taking Lola’s hips in his hands and rutting up inside of her. I stopped moving, the feel of him striking against me and making Lola squeeze and flutter almost more than I could stand.
“Yes, yes, holy shit,” Rake muttered, riding Lola from below.
She let out a soft sob, almost making me pull her off Rake in case he was hurting her, and then I felt her clamp down on us both, shuddering and sagging with the force of her orgasm. My teeth sank into her throat, and her hand flew to the back of my head, holding me there. Rake groaned and twisted, eyes rolling back in his head briefly as he came.
“More or less, love?” Caleb asked, reaching out to us.
My eyes widened as Caleb’s fingers took Lola’s chin, not mine, turning her head to look back at him.
“More,” Lola moaned, lifting her face to him, eyes blinking.
I shared a brief glance with Caleb, my head nodding to encourage him, and then he bent and grazed his lips over Lola’s, pulling away and letting her chase him. I arched, pressing into her, and tilted her head to catch the corner of her mouth, satisfying the kiss he’d left her craving.
“Can you take me like this?” Caleb asked me.
“Yes,” I breathed against Lola’s lips. “Is that all right, gorgeous?”
Lola nodded, head limp on her own neck, falling forward as Rake struggled to sit up. With a few fumbles and laughs, Rake was on his knees, Lola pressed between our chests as we peppered her shoulders and neck and jaw and lips with kisses.
After days of the heat, it didn’t take much work for Caleb to have me ready. I’d been lubed up and fucked every which way, but this? This was absolutely about to be my favorite moment in my entire life. I sucked on Lola’s ear lobe, moaning as Caleb entered me from behind, every sensitive nerve in my body firing at all cylinders. Lola squeezed around my cock, and I learned that strange and magical sensation of nuzzling against Rake inside of her, while Caleb filled me up until I thought I could taste him in my throat.
The air was hazy. Matthieu’s scent was different on Lola’s skin, sweeter and brighter. Her voice added a new harmony in the chorus of moans that was so familiar to my ears. When Cyrus couldn’t resist the siren call of us together, he wrapped himself around Rake’s back, taking his dizzy begging omega with one stroke. Lola cried out, her hands fluttering and catching one of mine and one of Cyrus’, eyes wide and unseeing on the ceiling. She came with a long shout, dragging Rake over the edge with her, wetness running down the inside of her thighs and dripping over my sac.
Snaps of ecstasy were biting at my spine, warning me I was close.
“Don’t stop,” Lola gasped.
The vibration grew stronger and she arched with a shout, head falling back onto my shoulder, Rake leaning in to kiss me. I sucked on his tongue, felt him shudder against Lola, throb inside of her.
We were falling into a rhythm, two opposing and equal forces rocking gently to meet inside of the beautiful woman in our arms.
I loved her. I loved her so much, and I’d been biting the words on my tongue for weeks, waiting to look into her eyes and know the moment was right. That she would believe me and believe she had a place with us. It was so obvious. She was pack. I was only a beta, and I’d known it. Rake’s begging for her during his heat was proof too. Based on the way Cyrus was staring avidly at her face, he was over his reserve of just days ago.
We just needed Lola to be on the same page.
I pushed one hand down between Rake and Lola to roll her clit. Her voice was a constant and exquisite collection of shattered, pleading sounds, and she was so slick everywhere I touched, my fingers slipped out of place.