Page 20 of Puck Your Bunny

Kel moves in close behind me. He pours a generous amount of the cold lube into his palm, rubbing his hands together to warm the thick fluid. He slather it over my tight back entrance, making sure the skin is coated. He presses one slick finger inside me, moving in deliberate circles to coat my inner walls.

A groan escapes me while my fingernails dig into Simon's shoulders. The familiar stretch sends a thrill straight down my spine. I missed this so much.

"Pick up the pace." I shift my weight, leaning back into Kel's touch. "I'm not some tight virgin. Stop teasing."

Kel's chest vibrates with a rough growl. "Demanding, Omega."

I glance over my shoulder to meet his intense stare. "I know what I like."

A deep chuckle rumbles from Wally near the top of the mattress. "She makes a fair point, Kel. Better keep up."

A wicked grin spreads across Kel's face. He eats up the attitude. Having an experienced Omega take charge feeds right into their raging instincts. He answers the demand, stroking his finger in and out a few times before adding a second one right away.

The pressure builds, pushing against the wall separating him from Simon's cock. The friction is intense. He spends another minute working his fingers in a firm circle to make sure I'm slicked up and ready for his massive girth.

Wally watches from his spot on the mattress, his dark eyes tracking every single movement. "Look how ready you are for him."

I meet his intense stare, my breathing ragged. "I just need him inside me. Please."

Kel slides his fingers out. He coats his own erection with the rest of the lube in his hand and aligns his tip right against my opening.

"You asked for it." Kel presses his hips forward. "Let's see how much you can handle."

I suck in a ragged breath. Simon grips my hips tight, anchoring me in place while Kel pushes forward.

He pushes past my tight entrance, burying his thick cock deep inside my ass. My muscles stretch to handle his girth. The friction burns for a second, but the thick layer of lube lets him sink deeper with every steady push.

Kel bottoms out. Taking both of them at once feeds a part of me I thought was dead forever.

Simon tightens his grip on my hips to set the pace. "You want to be stretched? Take every fucking inch." He drives up, burying his thick length deep inside my core. Kel catches the timing, pulling back just enough to let Simon bottom out, then slams forward the second Simon drops his hips. The relentless, see-saw motion leaves me gasping for air.

Kel's chest bumps against my back with every thrust, his hot breath brushing my ear. "Fuck, you feel so good."

The dual friction destroys my mind. Simon hits a sweet spot inside my pussy, grinding his swollen base against my clit.

Kel stretches my ass, his thick length hitting angles that send stars across my vision.

I rake my fingernails across Simon's chest and throw my head back against Kel's shoulder. Every time they slam into me, theinternal pressure causes a chain reaction of intense pleasure. They match each other thrust for thrust.

The tight grip of my inner walls pushes them to the edge. Simon lets out a feral groan. He grips my hips and drives his body upward, burying his massive knot deep inside me. Kel roars right behind me. He shoves past my back entrance, forcing his own knot past the tight ring of muscle.

They lock me in place. Pinned between them, I take every drop of their hot cum. My climax rips through my body, flooding my system with endorphins. I scream, riding the incredible high of taking two knots at once. Existing in the dark shed, surrounded by the scent of bergamot, leather, amber, and sea breeze, gives me everything I crave.

The pressure inside my core eases as their climaxes fade. Simon and Kel stay locked inside me for a few minutes, their chests heaving. As their knots shrink, Simon's hands grip my hips, easing me back flat onto the mattress. He slides out of me, dragging his hips back from between my thighs. Kel pulls out right after with a wet sound, rolling onto his side.

Simon moves down to the foot of the bed, sitting on his heels to catch his breath. The loss of their heat leaves my skin chilled.

I squeeze my eyes shut and brace for the crash. My fever dreams always break right before the climax. Making it to the end messes with my head. I wait for the hallucination to fade, expecting to find myself alone on the bare mattress.

The stale smell of sawdust and old cedar should replace the bergamot and sea breeze any second now.

The mattress dips right next to my hip.

A large, warm hand brushes the sweaty hair away from my forehead. A thumb traces my cheekbone.

Wally shifts closer, his hand warm against my damp skin. “Looks like your fever broke."

My eyes snap open.