Lights, Camera, Omega (Hollywood Omegas #1)

“Sure, I understand.” I nod, sidling up to the pair of them in the tub, lifting my cock and directing it toward Julian’s mouth.

We continue like this for a heavenly series of moments; Julian sucking me while he fucks Daphne—the smell of her sweet honey apricot cunt thick in the air.

He blows his load over Daphne’s beautiful, tan-lined ass as Sol appears in the archway with Daphne’s breakfast tray.

She pouts, clearly not yet satisfied, as Sol brandishes a tray of french toast, fruit, coffee and orange juice.

“Alright, Sunshine, you gotta eat something before any more fun,” he taunts her.

“You haven’t eaten anything since yesterday,” Julian, returning to himself post-orgasm, echoes Sol’s sentiments.

Daphne glowers at him.

“I’m not hungry, I’m horny Sol,” she whinges, pushing up out of the bath to paw at him—balancing the tray higher in the air as she moves to grab at the waistband of his boxers.

“I know it’s your heat, Sunshine, but you still need to eat and stay hydrated,” he protests, but I can see him sporting a half chub in those boxers already.

“Daphne, since you’re in your first heat I will be understanding,” I boom, firm but still genial.

Her head snaps around, keenly listening for my command.

“If you get out of that bath and come into the bedroom, you can sit on my face while you enjoy your breakfast. One of us will stretch that tight little pussy of yours with one of our knots once you’ve taken care of refueling your body.”

She’s up and out of the bathtub in a blur and a few loud splashes.

“Sol, bring that tray!” she calls, leaving a bewildered Sol and a still recovering Julian in her wake as she practically runs to the bed.

I flop back down onto the mattress—Cosmo rubbing the sleep out of his eyes as I grab a pillow and tuck it under my neck.

“I was trying to sleep,” he grumbles just before Daphne jumps onto the bed, still dripping wet from the bath and smelling of rose oil in addition to her natural scent.

I feel my cock stiffen as she casually takes a seat astride my face—a handful of my hair in her hand as she starts to grind on my eager mouth.

The heat has melted away her inhibitions. While I do quite enjoy the quotidienne Daphne—more submissive and delicate in our erotic exchanges; I’m finding this brazen sexed up goddess to be just as exciting, just as delicious.

I hear Sol goading her into actually partaking of the tray of food and drinks and Cosmo electing to help feed her, as she refuses to relinquish her grip on me as she rides.

In the complete darkness and muffled wet sounds of my place between Daphne’s thighs, I can’t see what goes on above. I only get little snippets of sound, the dull clanking noises of dishes and cutlery—so I’m a little surprised when Daphne suddenly dismounts my face.

I wipe my face and sit up in bed. When I open my eyes, my vision is filled with a tantalizing view of Daphne and Cosmo. He sits in a crossed legged position on the bed–Daphne in his lap, fitted against him like a complimentary puzzle piece–his cock buried nearly to the knot inside her.

Sol, having ditched the breakfast tray, flops onto the bed next to me, lazily stroking his hard cock.

Julian crawls up from the foot of the bed, wriggling on his belly between my legs so that he can hump a pillow and suck me off while we all watch.

Cosmo cups the soft curve of Daphne’s ass—helping to raise her up and down on his cock, his hips lurching up and down as she grinds down on him again and again.

I cradle the crown of Julian’s head as he bobs up and down on my cock, encouraging him to take me a bit deeper in his throat with each long, purling motion.

A little moan escapes me as Cosmo’s hands move up Daphne’s spine and into her toss of golden waves, her hips circling slightly as she rides him.

Daphne begins to moan as Cosmo pulls her face away from his, His unrelenting grip on her golden mane forcing her head back, her beautiful pale throat exposed.

“Cosmo!” his name comes out between a scream and a gasp as his knot slams against her—desperately seeking entrance.

“Daphne!” He practically barks her name—loud wet noises issue from between their bodies as the pair increase their frenzied pace to a fever pitch.

“Does sleeping beauty wake up?” he growls in her ear.