Teaching Their Omega novel · Chapter 7 of 24

Chapter 7: Lesson Four: Both

My room over the Ingram kitchen had a brass bed, a rag rug, and a window that looked out over the dark pasture.

I lit the bedside lamp, and the two of them filled the doorway.

"Close it," I said.

Rhett kicked it shut.

I sat down on the edge of the bed in my sweater and jeans.

They stood there, tall and tense and ridiculously eager.

"Lesson four," I said. "Nobody counts, nobody takes notes, nobody asks what page it's on."

Declan took the black notebook out of his back pocket and set it on the dresser.

"When I say a name, that man does what I tell him."

"Understood," Declan said.

"And neither of you is allowed to hold back."

Rhett's grin faltered, and his eyes went bright and serious.

"Take off your clothes," I said. "Slowly. I want to watch."

They undressed in front of me.

Rhett was fast and bold about it, tugging the flannel off over his head and kicking out of his jeans.

Declan took his time, folding each piece on the chair, and every inch of skin he uncovered I memorized.

They stood naked, side by side, and they were so different.

One was broad and dark and hairy and one was lean and pale and sandy, and I laughed with pleasure.

Both of them were fully hard.

I pulled my sweater over my head and dropped it.

I undid my jeans and pushed them off with my underwear.

"Get on the bed, Rhett. On your back."

He climbed on and lay back against my pillows, his cock standing up thick against his stomach.

"Declan. Kneel on the bed, by his head."

Declan knelt next to Rhett's shoulder, near the headboard.

His cock jutted out in front of him, flushed and wet at the tip.

I climbed onto the bed myself, on my hands and knees, and crawled over Rhett's body until I was above him.

My breasts hung over him, and my wet pussy hovered above his cock.

Rhett's mouth fell open.

"Lower," he said. "Lowen. Please."

"Not yet."

I turned my face toward Declan.

He was a foot away, flushed to the collarbone, staring down at me with his lips parted.

"Declan," I said. "Give me your cock."

He made a small, stunned sound.

He shifted on his knees and moved forward until the head of his cock brushed my lips.

I opened my mouth and took him in.

He tasted of salt and skin and clean soap.

I closed my lips around him and drew him deep, and he gasped, loud and raw, and his hands went into my hair.

"Oh, my God," he said. "Oh, God. Lowen."

At the same moment I lowered my hips and Rhett's cock slid up inside me.

I moaned around Declan.

I felt the vibration go straight through him.

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