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 whatlady and the tramp spaghettimeans, 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 arecomplete.
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 ifsheheard 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 tryingsohard 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.
