Page 75 of They Love Me Knot (Starsfalls Omegaverse #2)
I lick them, curling my tongue up to show him the frosting on the tip before eating it.
Feliks is acting like he’s cool and in control, but his cock is weeping just as much as Sterling’s, and I can see them throbbing in excitement. Their cocks worked hard to make this too, so they deserve the recognition.
After several licks, I take Feliks’s fingers in my mouth, sucking them clean one by one.
They groan as they watch each finger come out clean.
When all the frosting is gone, Feliks goes back for more, and Sterling takes the opportunity to feed me more cake.
They growl and groan and shift restlessly as they feed me, and my thighs are practically a water slide. Still, I can’t decide if I want them to stop feeding me so they can fuck me or not.
Feliks breaks first.
I was sucking sweetly on his index finger until, with a groan, he pushed four fingers deep in my mouth. I choke on them briefly and then suck hard as I clean them with my tongue.
Feliks tangles his other hand in my hair and pulls me onto my knees, my head eye-level with his cock. Without him holding me up, I’d fall on my face since my hands are still bound.
Feliks slides his fingers in and out, fingerfucking my mouth. I moan around them, wanting his cock. It’s so close now, and I can smell the fresh wild, spicy scent of his precum clearly over the frosting on my face.
“Sterling,” Feliks says like a command.
Sterling jumps into action, moving out of my line of sight (not that I’m really paying attention to anything except the cock in front of me).
My eyes close involuntarily when I figure out where Sterling’s gone to, his tongue licking me from clit to ass.
Feliks tugs on my hair, and I look up at him. He tightens his hold so I can’t pull away or push back into Sterling.
Sterling spreads my legs wide, his hair tickling the back of my calves. My thighs are quivering already, body weak and straining for release. He keeps me just on the edge of orgasm, abandoning my clit every time I get close, going back to teasing my other holes.
I must have closed my eyes again, because when Feliks tugs on my hair and I open them, his cock is covered in frosting.
I stick my tongue out and look up at him with pleading eyes .
“Good kitten,” Feliks says, bringing my head close so I can lick his cock.
But when I try to take it in my mouth, he pulls me back, not letting me suck on it.
He loosens his grip, letting me taste him everywhere, long and short licks all over his shaft and balls.
The frosting mixes with his precum until the sugary flavor is hardly discernible anymore.
I do my best to clean his cock with just my tongue, the frosting smearing on my nose and cheeks, but my work is made more difficult by Sterling tongue-fucking me.
Feliks stops me just before I get the last of the frosting, and I whine at him.
I look up at him sadly, and he smirks, smearing more frosting on his cock.
This time he lets me put it in my mouth, pressing the tip against my lips, and I surge forward to swallow half of it in one go. His hips jerk and with a moan he forces the rest of it in, frosting going everywhere, some of it up my nose.
I swallow around him, trying to clean him off, and Feliks holds his cock there until I start to feel dizzy. He pulls back until just the head is on my tongue, and I suck on it while I catch my breath.
He pushes back in as soon as my breathing evens out, thrusting just far enough to hit the back of my throat, back and forth while I lick and swirl my tongue around his cock.
Eventually he shifts to fucking my mouth, no longer pretending we’re only doing this so I can eat the frosting.
I give up on having any control, letting Feliks use my mouth while Sterling tongues me. Their hands are the only things holding me up, my body throbbing at the pressure on my scalp and thighs.
I get flashes of their feelings in the bond, images from their perspective, slick pussy in my face, my favorite thing to eat, and hot mouth on my cock .
Seeing their thoughts just makes me hotter and wetter, almost feverish like during my heat, my omega pushing for more more more.
Feliks’s thrusts get more erratic, and then he comes on my tongue, still thrusting while I try to suck it all out.
“Come,” Feliks commands, and I’m not sure what he means because I’ve been trying to come and they’re the ones who keep stopping just when I get close.
But Sterling sucks hard on my clit, and my body tightens before gushing on his face as I finally see stars.
When I come to, I’m lying on my back and Feliks is catching his breath next to me. My legs twitch sporadically as I recover.
I’m so out of it I forget to look for Sterling, but when he lifts my legs and pushes his cock in down to the knot, I remember.
I choke on a gasp, and he pulls out slightly just to push deep again, hitting my innermost nerves with each stroke. I’m already close to seeing stars again, and Sterling puts his hand on my neck, holding me in place as he fucks me.
I moan as he moves faster, his knot threatening to stretch me wider on each thrust and pressing on my clit.
His quick, hard pace makes me come again, and I get flashes of how good it feels when my pussy milks him. The praise and pleasure from Sterling spur me on, and I beg him mentally to knot me, but he just keeps going, pressing me into the mattress.
He bends me in half and puts my ankles on his shoulders, spreading me wide. I whimper at the new angle, and Sterling switches to long, slow strokes.
I squawk when something cool hits my chest, Feliks dropping another glob of frosting on my breasts.
“Sorry, kitten. It will warm up in a second. ”
He’s right that it warms quickly on my skin, but I'm prepared for it now anyway, a pleasant contrast to the heat of our bodies.
Feliks rubs my breasts, making sure they’re covered in frosting, then his hands are gone and I’m left with a jiggly mess, Sterling’s thrusts making my breasts bounce.
He stops to press his knot against me, going agonizingly slow, and I can feel every little increment as it stretches me.
Sterling drops his head, licking frosting off the tip of my nipple.
The sudden cool air hitting the wet spot makes me shiver.
He keeps licking as he pushes, and my body can’t decide what to focus on, his mouth leaving hickeys as he sucks the frosting off or each new centimeter of his knot filling me.
I whine and twitch, waiting for something to give, not sure how I could ever take his knot when it’s this big. Sterling doesn’t stop until well past when I think I can take any more, and it’s only as his knot swells that I realize it’s finally all the way inside me.
He kisses me as it locks us together, our sugary, floral flavors mingling, an extra sweet bouquet. I feel his cock pulsing as he comes, the throbbing pressure dragging me into another orgasm, working together to get his come out.
When we’re done, Sterling finishes with a chaste kiss before plopping his head on my chest as he catches his breath, the frosting making a mess of his face and hair.
When he composes himself, Sterling rolls onto his back with me on top. Feliks unties my hands and rubs my wrists to soothe them after being trapped underneath me for so long.
He kisses my hands and releases them, and I tuck them against my chest while I rest .
Feliks lies down beside us, stroking my hair, and I smile lazily at him.
Even though I thought I did a good job of eating everything, I notice there’s frosting and crumbs and chunks of cake all over the blanket.
I’m so glad they planned ahead and brought the picnic blanket. I would not have been pleased if we got my nest this messy.
“Did you like our surprise, kitten?” Feliks asks.
I feel Sterling holding his breath as he waits for my answer.
“Of course! It was delicious.”
“I’m glad you liked it, it was a new recipe,” Sterling says, hugging me.
I giggle. “I’m sure.”
“Thank you,” Sterling says sweetly.
I duck my head to hide my smile. He’s always so excited when he masters a new recipe, usually bouncing around the kitchen.
I glance at what’s left of the cake. It’s naked now, all the frosting scraped off and several chunks missing, though most of the cake itself is still intact.
“I think you’ll have to make some more frosting,” I say.
They laugh, but I hope they know I’m serious. I want more picnics like this, and I don’t want to eat the rest of the cake without frosting. The horror.
“Give me a few minutes,” Feliks says.
I grin.