Chapter 15 #2
Risk’s mouth is a heavenly substitute, but my body knows the difference.
My body… My body wants to breed her.
A shudder ripples through me, and I reach for Risk’s head, trying to warn him… Too late.
Even with Chrys’ thighs around my ears and my mind swimming with the first streams of my orgasm, I hear him chuckle.
My abdomen flinches, my thighs clench, and cum pours out in a seemingly endless stream.
Someone says something, but I don’t hear it. My world has narrowed down to the point between her thighs and the need to replace my tongue with my cock.
Ours. We’re so close to having her in truth.
Ours. And we’re never going to let her go.
Her thighs tighten around my head as her pussy tightens on my tongue. She rocks on my face, my mind screaming with the need for her cum. I need to taste it. I need to drink her in.
Her legs tremble in my grasp and the sharp, sweet sounds that filter to me make me want even more.
When she lifts away from me, I try to go with her. Her soft laughter tickles my skin.
“Don’t worry, lover, you’re not done,” she says, lids heavy, breath coming in soft pants.
She smiles down at me as Shock lifts her up and puts her back on the pillows. Be a good boy and we’ll all get what we want.
I slide off the bed, going to my knees by Risk. Risk, who licks his lips and holds up the cup partially filled with cum.
“I know they always say there’s more cum when you know you’re going to bond, but saints. My stomach’s full.” Chuckling, he hands the cup to Shock and hooks his hand behind my neck, pulling me into a kiss that makes me shiver.
You’re ours too, his thought reminds me.
Beside us, Shock grunts and we both turn to watch as Chrys strokes his remaining cum out onto the sheets, holding the cup up and behind her, out of the way.
Risk groans, dropping his head to my shoulder. “Looks like we’re just waiting on me.”
Chrys crooks a finger at him and he goes to her, walking on his knees. When he stands, I do too.
Hands grab my hips and pull me back. Shock holds me in place. I don’t actually need it, but it helps. And maybe I do need it. When Shock’s hand smooths across my skin, it’s almost enough to make me melt back against him.
I stay upright, but I tip my head back to press my cheek to his. I’ve missed this feeling.
Carefully balancing the cup, Chrys wiggles down onto her stomach and kisses the tip of Risk’s cock, licking the bubble of cum and smiling when it bursts.
I don’t know what lady and the tramp spaghetti means, but it makes her happy.
Risk takes her chin in his hand, tipping her face up and leading her to her knees so he can kiss her and stroke his cock with his other.
I want to go help. Shock won’t let me.
A moment later, he doesn’t need any.
Shuddering, Risk takes a step back, teeth grit, completely focused on adding his cum to the beaker.
When Chrys is satisfied, she pulls the cup back, putting it on the side table and Shock finally lets me go.
Together, we catch Risk as he stumbles backward.
The floor is a mess. All three of us are light headed. None of us are steady on our feet, and Chrys looks up at us like we are perfect. Like we are complete.
Even without the bond, I already know she’s ours. We’d kill for her, give our lives for her, be anything and everything she needs…
“I need a minute,” she says, as if she heard my thoughts. “Get comfy.”
Shock nudges Risk to the other side of the bed while Chrys grabs the spoon, and for a moment, it’s just the three of us on the bed.
It’s been the three of us for so long…
“Please stop running away.” Shock’s hand slips up my chest to wrap around my throat.
“I’m not running away.” I kiss him and weave my fingers through Risk’s. “The two of you are who I’ve always run back to. I just… sometimes I get a little lost.”
Risk’s lips brush across my forehead and Shock kisses my jaw and I hear Chrys trying so hard not to intrude.
“It’s not just the three of us anymore, though.”
All three of us turn to her as she rejoins us, twisting to see and she blushes as she holds up her tools.
“Ready?”
I don’t think any of us can truthfully say that we are, but we all nod.
The thing she calls a baster in her thoughts slurps up our mixed cum when she releases her grip on the rubber bulb end. She bites her tongue and twirls one of her piercings. “Who wants to do it?”
She squeezes and it pours out again.
Shock moves out of the way and Risk nudges me toward her.
Not it, comes from Shock’s thoughts.
You decided it has to be tonight, comes from Risk.
I go to her, fully understanding why they don’t want to be the one. My hands tremble as I take them from her.
What if I screw this up somehow? What if I hurt her?
“Hey.” She brushes her fingers across my cheek. “You look like you’re overthinking this.”
“I am.”
Smiling at me and thinking I’m cute, she sits on the bed and squirms back until she leans against Risk, legs open, one nestling over Shock.
“Do I need to do anything special?”
She shrugs. “Cross your fingers, put it in, and squeeze.” And maybe say a quick prayer?
She strokes herself and works her legs even wider apart as she slips her fingers into her pussy, pumping once… and again. Spreading herself, she bites her lip and thinks one word on repeat. Please.
“Anything and everything you want.”
I suction up as much of our cum as I can and set the beaker aside, my focus set on making sure I don’t spill a single drop before it gets where she wants it.
Her lips are pressed tightly together, Risk watches me lazily, and Shock… Shock has his fingers crossed.
I don't breathe as I guide the plastic tube into her, moving so slow, but I don’t dare move faster…
I don’t ask her to tell me when. Her thoughts do it all on their own, and when I squeeze, pushing all of us into her, we all hold terribly still.
Nothing…
Easing the baster out of her, I look at the all but empty tube and exhale… right before a sharp gasp precedes my own.
The bond hits me like three fists from three different directions. It’s a violent connection that eases into a stronger version of something familiar.
This bond was always meant to be. It’s always been here, just waiting to be activated.
Now that it has, I feel…
Everything. From all of them.
My eyes fly wide, meeting hers. Equally as wide, equally as lustful, and then, they slide to the others.
The need in this room is intoxicating.
It threatens to make me buckle.
Chrys squirms, and it feels like it crawls across my skin. Risk and Shock shift. They feel it too.
It’s the strangest, most amazing thing.
“Mine,” Chrys says softly.
“Ours,” Risk corrects her, his eyes closed tight.
I touch her leg, and Shock shivers as I feel the sensation on my own skin too.
Tongue caught between her teeth, Chrys mimics the same motion or Risk’s skin and then Shock’s.
“This is going to be so much better than I imagined.” Her smile is sly. Her wicked joy flutters through the bond and across my nerves.
“I still can’t take all three…how do we pick who gets to go first? Alphabetical order?” she asks, clacking her tongue as she smiles. The laughter in her thoughts almost triggers my own.
“Whose alphabet?” I grab her ankle and haul her onto her back.
Risk says, “Hers.” When I meet his stern gaze, he thinks, You decided it had to be tonight.
But unlike the last time he thought that, this is a reward, not a punishment.
I look at Shock, but he’s already started whispering plans in Chrys’ ear. I have a feeling they’ll outnumber me on every decision from now on.
“English alphabet it is.”
“On your back,” Shock says, pulling Chrys out of the way. “She gets to start on top.”
I have to close my eyes for a moment while I adjust to the onslaught of their thoughts and wants and needs.
Lying down is inevitable at this point.
I don’t think I’ll fight anything they ask of me in this room.
She slings one leg over me and angles her hips. The motion slides her still leaking pussy against my cock. I have to close my eyes against the sharp delight of her and grip the sheets so I don’t grab hold of her and slam her down on my aching cock.
Her lips twitch with a smile.
“I know what you want.” She leans down, brushing her lips against mine. “It’s what I want too. We all want it. Are you ready to finally accept that?”
I nod, managing to release my death grip on the sheets. I grab her bright hair instead, twisting my fingers in it and pull her down to me in a crushing kiss.
I want her, I want them. I want us.
Her thoughts are a swirl of delight, and she shoves back from me. Both hands on my chest, she doesn’t reach back. She doesn’t need to guide me into her.
Our bodies slide together exactly as they were meant to.
Enveloped, I grit my teeth.
Almost perfect.
I don’t know if it’s her thought, or my own. It doesn’t matter.
“The saints knew they couldn’t tease me with all three of you and not let me have you in the end.” She sighs as she rises and lowers on my cock. “They didn’t want to fight me.” You should keep that in mind.
I would laugh with her thoughts if mine weren’t so focused on my impending death by pleasure.
She squeezes so tight and tries to lean forward, but my grip doesn’t let her. I realize it a moment too late.
When I release her, she looks down, deciding whether or not to punish me.
No punishments tonight.
Leaning close, she kisses me and whispers words so quietly across my lips that I only know what she said because I can hear her thoughts.
I love you.
She loves me.
She loves us. Individually and as a whole.
She’s part of that whole now, whether she’s realized it yet or not.
Rocking her hips, she looks down at me with one raised brow before her thoughts flutter and her smile turns wicked.
We are done for.