I wasn’t actually going to die if she came without me being there.
And I didn’t begrudge Xen his time with her, in the least—if anything, I should leave the cabin and give them the next three weeks.
Or…maybe just three days?
More like three hours.
But my dick was like a fucking living entity of its own, and if it had the option of unzipping itself from me and humping its way into the cabin’s living room like a meaty worm to get some action—it would’ve in a heartbeat.
“Oh Xen,” I heard her breathe and it made me groan. My dick was drooling, making a small wet stain on the wooden floor that a responsible cabin tenant might later get out—but right now, I wasn’t sure that man was me.
Then Xen opened up the floodgates between us—and sentmeall ofhisdata about her, for the first time in our relationship.
I drank it like a shipwrecked sailor.
The way she moved, the cadence of her breath, her moans, her heat. Everything so lovingly tracked and accounted for—I knew he was doing everything right, on the cusp of bringing her pleasure—and my hand was around my dick and stroking, dreaming he was me.
Why?I managed to stutter out, on our shared connection.
Because she is ours.And then he paused.Is she not?
Christ—fuck—yes—she is—I thought back to him in scattered bursts, while opening up the bedroom door to storm back out.
Sirena’s half-lidded gaze rolled up to meet mine, while my presence made Xen’s rhythm stutter.
“You can’t stop now,” I told him, the second it registered. “She needs you,” I said, kneeling down beside her and pulling her head into my lap. She was delightfully pliant—and wrapped a hand around my dick at once, kissing up its side. “Attach yourself,” I said, almost pleading, not sure who for—myself, who desperately needed release, or for Sirena, who I knew was ready, or Xen, who had earned this moment completely. “Mount her.Please.”
Xen moved himself between her legs at once, lined up his insertable with its attachment, and we all heard it click into place.
“Is this what you wanted?” Xen asked—and I wasn’t sure if he was asking her or me, expect she answered with a purr.
“Oh yes, Xen—yes,” she moaned.
He moved his much larger bulk on top of her carefully enough to make mathematicians weep, and she wrapped her legs around his thick metal waist.
“That’s so good,” she encouraged him. “You got me so ready first.” Her kisses were lackadaisical now—she was too distracted from the inside. I adjusted myself, spreading my legs to give her one thigh to lay on, so I could stroke myself, and she reached up to wrap a hand around my neck.
Our eyes met, and I knew, as always, that she could read anything that I was ever thinking.
Good thing for me, I was mostly always thinking about her.
“He feels so good,” she whispered with a whine, like it could be a complaint.
“He learned it from watching me,” I told her, grinning, stroking faster. “And? I’ve watched every piece of pornography on the fucking planet—but him fucking you is the hottest thing I’ve ever seen.”
Sirena laughed and then moaned, closing her eyes and arching her hips. I knew from Xen’s insertable’s data feed that she was hovering on the brink—so I reached down to pluck her nipples and paw her breasts.
I wanted to help make her come—but then she whined again—and I realized she was trying to hold off.
“Xen?” she asked, her voice arcing up. “Is that—enough data—for you?”
“Not yet,” he told her, driving himself into her rhythmically. He twisted his insertable inside of her so that it pressed against the spot I’d showed him next thrust—and her eyes flew open.
Then a new door above his insertable slid open, and a vibrational device pushed out. It rubbed against her clit like a tongue, and I heard her gasp as I felt her clench, through him.
The fucking cheater.
I loved him for it.
