Chapter 5 #2
Holding up the toys like they’re weapons, I look from Arc to the others. “Which one of you has the best willpower?”
Both Arc and Risk look at Shock, but it’s not because they think it’s him… I can see in the way his eyes unfocus… they’re waiting for him to see.
When his focus returns, it’s on Arc. “You won’t.”
Whatever else he thinks, Arc nods, but he doesn’t look… happy?
“I can do it on my own,” I say, “but…”
“That’s not why,” he says quickly, interrupting me. “It’s because Risk won’t either, but he picked me.”
“You’re gone for the next two days,” Shock says. “He’ll have his chance.”
Arc looks like he wants to ask a question. Instead, he takes the toys from me and sets them on the bed before reopening the drawer and pulling out the lube that I didn’t.
“I don’t think I need that.”
“You’re getting it anyway.” He brushes my hair back over my ear. “You'll get what you need. And when possible, you’ll get what you want, too.”
“What does that mean?”
“It means your socks and sweater stay on.”
I pout, and he seemingly ignores the way my thoughts have fixed on the desire to be fully naked with them.
“Until we get this place warmer, you need them.”
“Fine.” But I can’t be blamed if something happens in the heat of the moment.
“You can,” he says, but he doesn't argue with my thoughts.
“Do I get to take my pants off?” I ask, brows raised in mock defiance. “Or, are you going to fuck me with that through them?”
Arc doesn’t answer me. He goes to his knees.
One glance shows me Shock has sunk to the floor, back against the wall… stroking his still hard cock. Risk is still on his knees, too.
Arc’s fingers slip into the band of my legging, peeling them down. He lifts one leg up to get them off my foot and kisses the bee tattooed on the side of my right knee. He does the same with my other leg, kissing the rose on the inside of my thigh.
I hold my breath as he tosses the leggings aside and my eyes flutter closed as he presses the next kiss to my mound, his tongue reaching out to taste the seam of my pussy.
He groans, and it’s what makes me shiver, not the slight chill still in the air.
Fingers pressed tightly into my skin, he draws back, asking Shock a question in Sianese that Shock answers in kind. Whatever the answer was, Arc didn’t like it.
Still on his knees, he walks me back to the bed and holds my hips as he makes me sit down.
The bedding is cold, but I manage not to flinch. Arc’s jaw twitches, but he doesn’t say anything. He slips his hands beneath my legs and pulls me forward instead, and I am forced to drop back onto my elbows as he draws a knuckle over me.
His gaze is fixed on his fingers and when I look up, I realize Risk has moved… Arc placed us so both he and Shock could see us.
“As if I’d be selfish enough not to share this experience with them.” He presses two fingers into me and then he hesitates.
“What is it?”
“Shock pulled something out of you?”
“Yeah, don’t worry about it. There’s nothing left up there.”
I quickly run through what an IUD is in my head and why I’m sure there’s nothing else that might surprise them, and he doesn’t ask me again.
When his fingers slip inside of me I shiver, and it has nothing to do with the cold.
What I need, because I can’t have what I want.
“I don’t know how she did it.” Jess held out for weeks. I need a solution now.
“Don’t worry,” Arc says softly as his fingers fill and stretch me. “There are plenty of ways to make you come without penetration.”
“I know that.” Angling my hips for him, I say, “I just think it’s rude that I can’t have one of you without giving up the other two.”
None of them say anything. None of them reassure me that we are going to find a way.
Arc hushes me as he pulls his fingers from me and puts the yellow silicone dildo in my hand. “Hold this steady.”
I’ve never been good at doing what I’m told, so while Arc grabs the lube, I lick the thick tip of the toy they got me and drag my piercings up the ridges. When I suck the tip, it’s Risk that shifts and I pull it out of my mouth with a suction pop.
“Did you pick this color on purpose?”
“Yes.” Arc takes it out of my hand and drizzles lube over the exaggerated texture molded onto it. He hesitates only for a moment before he hands it back to me. “Show us what you look like stuffed full of a Sian cock.”
I don’t usually use them like—
Arc stands, shedding his clothing as he sits on the bed and lifts me up and over his leg, facing Risk and Shock. My wet pussy squishes against his thigh.
“Will this work?”
“Mmmhmm.” I have no idea how I’m going to get the right leverage.
“I’ll help,” he says, in a way that makes me certain he’s only going to act like a safety harness.
He steadies me while I position the toy on his leg and he helps me lift myself up enough to hover over it.
A smug little part of me thinks I could just sink down and take it in one go, but where’s the fun in that?
Positioning Arc’s arm like a safety belt around my waist and tucking my sweater in so that the others can see, I rock my hips so the tip glides along the seam of my pussy, spreading my lips to peek out at the front for a bare moment before I rock back.
Both of them stroke their cocks, watching me like they want to crawl across the floor and help me along. I wish they could. I want them to put me on a spinner and take turns fucking their frustration and cum into me.
I sink all the way down onto the dildo without needing a second try. It’s tight, but between the lube, Vitamin S, and my needy, wet pussy… it fits inside me like I was made for a Sian cock.
Arc’s arm tightens around me.
His cock is hard against my back. I know he can hear what I’m thinking, and that makes it better and worse at the same time.
“I wish we could see if you take the real thing just as well.”
“I will,” I tell him, voice low as my breathing shifts. “Someday, hopefully soon, we’ll find out I was made for all three of your cocks.”
“She’s right,” Risk says and when I laugh, Arc does too.
“We didn’t tell you Risk knows things? Even things he has no way of knowing?”
I shake my head. If they did, I don’t remember.
“And I see the future,” Shock says, still leaning back on the wall like it’s the only thing keeping him upright. “Sometimes.”
“Did you see me coming?” My breath hitches, and I don’t hear his answer.
Arc’s fingers brush over my clit, and the hand holding me against him slides up to grasp my breast.
This has to be pure torture for him.
I can’t stop myself from thinking about how I wish it was his cock I was squeezing down on right now.
I wish all three of them were crowded close. I watch the way Risk and Shock stroke their cocks and try to match the rhythm.
But when Arc’s lips find the side of my neck, I can’t keep my eyes open.
When it’s not enough, I pat the bed beside me, questing until I find the tiny vibrator.
The itty-bitty button on the end produces a familiar buzz, but Arc takes it from me.
“My job,” he whispers against my skin, and as soon as it touches my clit, I know I’m done for.
Head pressed back against his shoulder, I whisper the word yes on repeat. It turns into a sound instead of a word, and my grip tightens on the back of his neck.
But it’s not the cock I’m riding, it’s not the sweet sensation humming through my clit… it’s the sound Risk makes as he comes while watching me that does it.
My back arches and my hips lift, the toy slipping out of me as my orgasm crashes over and through me.
My eyes fly open when Risk’s hands slide up my thighs. On his knees in front of us, he licks his lips. “Can I taste you, Chrys?”
I take two breaths, getting my mind back to the present. “If you don’t, I might cry.”
His forked tongue slides along me, flicking and pinching at my clit and then, he says something to Arc… Arc, who picks me up and holds my legs wide. Risk winks at me, and then, he buries his face in my pussy.
Holy fuck.
I’m distracted enough that I don’t realize Shock has joined us too until his hand grips my chin, brushing my hair back and turning my face up so he can kiss me again.
His tongue explores my mouth while Risk’s delves into my pussy.
Arc pulls my sweater aside, his teeth sinking into my shoulder.
This time, when I come, the orgasm is so sharp—it’s so bright—that I squirm and shake and twitch and gasp, liquid gushing from me. I feel delirious. I have no idea what Arc hears in my thoughts right now, because my mind screams and then my throat does too.
SHOCK
I don’t think I’ve ever felt so weak in my life.
Arc squeezed my first orgasm from me. Risk sucked out the second, and somehow, even though I would have sworn I’d been drained, I’m still hard. Somehow, I’m still leaking as Chrys comes and she goes limp against us.
When Arc lifts her up and places her in the center of the bed, she moves like her bones are made of jelly.
But she still manages to reach for Arc’s cock.
He catches her wrist and shakes his head. “We have to be careful.”
I glance at Risk, still on his knees. I’m not sure how careful it was to tongue fuck her so soon after he drank my cum, but nothing happened… Nothing bad.
When Chrys pouts and looks like she’ll ask for dangerous things, I yank Arc off the bed, dragging him to me and kissing him the way I used to… back before he spent every night running away from us.
When he kisses me back, I take his cock the way she wanted to.
I am intimately familiar with the shape of him. The curve, the thick cords beneath soft skin, twisting together to the thick tip of him where cum bubbles and drips…
My first stroke drags my fingers along the ridges underneath and Arc tenses.
I hear her whispered “yes” and a moment later, my pumping hand bumps Risk’s mouth where he’s wrapped his lips around Arc’s cock.
I move my hand to Arc’s throat and let Risk do what he’s so good at. And when I squeeze…
Arc moans into my mouth, and Chrys’ breathy whimper flutters over us.
We’ve done this dozens of times, though never with an audience.
Silent, easy motions in the dark. I know them so well, I don’t need to read their minds or have our future played out for us.
We spent years learning each other's bodies. And each of us are going to teach Chrys what we know.
Risk will teach her the quickest way to get Arc what he needs…
Arc grunts and jerks, and when he comes, moments later, I know it’s only partly Chrys’ fault.
When Arc pulls back from me with wide eyes, that’s partly Chrys’ fault too.
She crawls to the edge of the bed and Risk kisses her.
Her smile is mischievous, and I can only think of one reason why… “Is she?”
“Yes.” Arc groans again and drops his forehead to mine.
When she sits back on her knees, licking a dribble of stolen cum from her lips, I curse. She’d wrapped her lips around the dildo so greedily…
Arc drags a finger under my cock, and the ridges flare as I come across Risk’s back.
“What a waste,” he says with a low chuckle, reaching over his shoulder to swipe at it.
I grip Arc’s cock, holding tight to the base, notching my finger against this lowest ridge, and I aim it like a gun before I send a thought to him that makes him come instantly.
It sprays across Risk’s face and chest, and his eyes screw shut, tongue already flicking out
And I look at Chrys and wonder how dangerous it would be to teach her how to say, “Mestava.”
Breed me.