My brain was jumbled as Larry's lips sealed over mine, his tongue sweeping authoritatively into my mouth while his full beard tickled against my jaw. For a man who hadn't had sex—or any physical affection at all for that matter—for at least six years, this was like standing in a deluge after a long period of drought.

Larry's hand cupped the back of my head firmly, my hair coiled around his fingers. He broke our kiss a second later and turned to grab Ryan with his other hand. He cupped the back of Ryan's head and pulled him in for an equally passionate kiss. Fuck me. If my dick hadn't already been hard from experiencing that competent mouth, watching these two alphas as they seemed to struggle for domination would've done it for me right there.

My body felt hot all over, my ass clenching with the need to be filled. Through my haze of lust, it occurred to me to wonder if I were going into heat. After a decade of using the birth control implant, my erratic heats were all but impossible to judge. Not that it mattered anyway. No matter how horny a semi-heat made me, I knew I wouldn't get pregnant. Three cheers for birth control.

Larry broke his kiss with Ryan, then guided our heads together for the two of us to kiss. Ryan's kiss was harder than Larry's had been. The part of my brain that was still working enough to notice these types of things found that almost amusing. Ryan was probably a decade older than me, and even though he was a jock, he still had that buttoned up, shy look about him.

Larry on the other hand? Larry was a big bear of a man—with his bulging biceps and that thick lumberjack beard. Yet for all the passion that had been in his kiss and the firm, almost possessive way he’d held my head, Larry's kiss had been more sensual.

While Ryan and I kissed, Larry's hands moved down from our heads to stroke over our backs—at least, I assumed he was stroking Ryan's back with the same gentle caress as he was giving mine. Larry stepped in closer, kissing my cheek and nibbling at my ear, his beard tickling my neck. Rather than make me giggle, each tickle sent my nerves a shot of white lightning that went straight to my crotch. I almost felt bereft when he moved from me to Ryan, except it felt right.

Ryan's hands moved to unfasten my jeans right as I reached out and fumbled with his. I wasn’t entirely sure how it happened, but within seconds, the three of us all had our pants around our ankles as we stood in a tightly huddled circle with our cocks rubbing against each other as we took turns kissing each other.

Larry reached between us with his large hand and attempted to take all three of our cocks in his fist. His hand was large enough that he almost managed it to do it. There was maybe half an inch of opening between his thumb and fingertips as he stroked up and down over our three cocks.

"Fuck. I need to get in someone's hole now. Ass or mouth, I don't care which. Does anybody have any lube on them?" Ryan asked in a raspy voice.

I blinked furiously as my brain tried to make sense of the situation, but thinking wasn’t happening right now with my lower head in charge. After a few seconds, it dawned on me what I had been trying to remember.

"I'm an omega. You don't need lube for my hole. Self-lubrication for the win," I said with a nervous laugh. Larry released our cocks and stood back, stroking his own erection while he nodded to Ryan.

Ryan looked around the small storage room we were in, obviously looking for a good place to bend me over. I took one look at the dusty boxes and cold looking metal kegs, and turned and bent over where I stood. I spread my legs and held my ankles while looking back over my shoulder as I wiggled my ass in invitation.

I felt so naughty, with my ass in the air as the scent of my slick permeated the small space. I could feel the warm fluid seeping from my pucker and leaking down onto my inner thighs. Ryan didn't need any further invitation. He stepped forward and firmly grabbed my hips, sliding right into my fluttering hole without bothering to prep me. Not that I needed it. Even after my long sexual drought, if I was wet enough to be leaking slick, that was a sure sign of an omega ready to be taken.

With his hands gripping my hips possessively, Ryan thrust in and out of me at an almost desperate pace. The scents in the room were overpowering. Between the smell of spilled beer, the spicy scents of these alphas and the fruity, sweet apple scent of my slick, it was almost like an X-rated Thanksgiving. Larry moved around in front of me, feeding his thick cock into my mouth.

I was deliriously happy to be these alphas’ fuck-toy, even if it was only for this one moment in time. Milton's words about no alpha ever wanting me again had been stuck on repeat in my head ever since leaving him. I hadn’t been on a single date until now, only giving strength to his words. But for this one night, in this one moment, I was free. I wasn't Milton's ex-husband. I wasn't Bella's dad, or my mother’s son. Instead, I was a sexual being who was wanted by two hot-as-fuck alphas.

My saliva was dripping down Larry's cock each time Ryan's thrusts pushed me deeper onto it. I wasn't in any way controlling the blow job... not at all. Ryan was using my mouth to fuck Larry's cock as he pulled me back and forth with each thrust of his hips.

Time was meaningless. There was only this moment. I didn't know if we’d been in here for minutes or hours at this point, and it didn't matter. All that mattered was the heat filling my ass as Ryan released into me with a satisfied groan.

Ryan slipped free of my hole and I immediately pulled off Larry's cock. I looked up at the bearded alpha from under my lashes, afraid to sound like a slut, but really needing to feel his thick cock in my ass now too.

"Would you be disgusted by me if I asked you finish in my other end?" I asked hesitantly as I straightened.

"Disgusted by you? Are you fucking kidding me? This is the kind of shit that the Penthouse forum was built on," Larry said with a cocky grin. He turned me around and pushed on my back in a hint for me to bend over again.

I made the rookie mistake of bracing my hands on the floor and immediately regretted it. The cement floor was sticky under my palms, probably due to that spilled beer I'd smelled before. But I forgot all about the state of the floor a second later when Larry's fat cock pushed into me.

Just like with his kiss, Larry fucked me in a slower, in a more sensual manner than Ryan had. Neither way was better or worse, just different. While Larry gently rocked in and out of me, his meaty hand came around to grasp my own rock-hard dick.

It didn't take more than a few strokes of his hand and several thrusts of that fat cock before I was spurting cum and adding to the stickiness on the floor. I heard Ryan suck in a breath as Larry moaned and pulled me snug against his groin, He emptied his own release into me, his thick cock twitching for several long seconds after he'd finished.

Ryan stepped in front of me and pulled up on my shoulders as Larry slipped out of my ass, presumably looking for another kiss. But as I pulled my hands off the floor, there was a loud squick as my hands pulled free of the stickiness.

Larry chuckled from behind me. "I knew I'd forgotten something tonight. I guess I need to get in here with a mop. One of the guys had an accident in here earlier. We got everything cleaned up, but I never got a chance to get back in here and clean the floor afterward. I'm sorrier than I can tell you that I forgot to do that. It had to be disgusting for your hands."

"Honestly?" I said as I looked at my filthy hands with the now black palms. "I barely even noticed it until just now. Besides, it's a good thing you hadn’t mopped yet since I just added some more sticky juices to the mess."

Ryan reached down and carefully helped me pull up my pants so I didn't have to use my grimy hands. He carefully tucked me into my boxer briefs before fastening my jeans and leaned down to press a surprisingly soft kiss to my lips.

"My turn," Larry said jovially, as he spun me around to give me his own gentle kiss. After breaking the kiss, Larry leaned over my shoulder and kissed Ryan, who had somehow become pressed up against me again.

The thought ran through my mind that I should probably feel slutty and disreputable as hell at the moment, given I’d just had a quickie with, not one, but two alphas in the back room of a bar. But I couldn't find it within myself to regret a second of my time with these two sexy men.

Ryan looked almost awkward though, as if he wasn't sure what he was supposed to do now. I found that charming in an alpha his age. To save him any embarrassment, I held up my hands and looked at Larry with a wry grin.

"Would now be a good time to ask where the bathroom is? I'd really rather not go home to my daughter like this."

Larry's warm smile and knowing eyes told me he knew exactly what I'd been doing with the timing of that request, but he gallantly led me to the door and showed me to the bathroom. By the time I emerged with clean hands, I didn't see Larry or Ryan. I bit back a sigh as I headed for the door. All good things must come to an end, I supposed. It was just a shame to have it end this soon.

"Hey, gorgeous. Where are you going in such a hurry? Don't I at least owe you a drink?" Larry said from off to my right. I looked over with a grin.

"I figured I'd taken up enough of your time, given you're at work right now—plus I didn't see you. Did Ryan leave already? I'd hoped to tell him goodbye, too."

"Yeah, he rabbited out of here pretty quick. I think what he has on us in years, he may lack in experience," Larry said thoughtfully.

"He seems kind of shy. I've noticed he's one to stick to the sidelines and watch, rather than interact in a group setting. I wouldn't mind getting to know him better though. And you too, of course." I spoke almost shyly, not wanting to put the man on the spot.

Larry grinned. "I sure as hell hope you’d like to get to know me better, because I can't wait to see you again. No pressure, though. I know you have a kid. But hey, you know where to find me. Just pop in the next time you have a free night."

By the time Larry walked me to my car twenty minutes later, we’d exchanged numbers and he'd promised I'd be hearing from him soon. As I drove away, I couldn't help but hope he'd been telling the truth. Although I wasn't sure how I felt about seeing him without Ryan. Something about being with both of them together had just felt so right.

I'd never judged Samantha's family for their triad relationship. In fact, I'd secretly been low-key jealous of the obvious connection that they shared. But for the first time, I truly felt like I finally understood how the three of them had become so easily and permanently entwined. Although the idea of finding that kind of permanency with the two alphas I'd just shared a quickie with was a fantasy at best, it didn’t hurt to dream.

Larry’s words about Ryan’s lack of experience stuck with me, and before I went to bed, I sent a message to both of them:

Thanks for an amazing night. Let’s do it again sometime. ;)