We’ll see.
Risk comes, too quickly. It’salwaysgoing to be too quickly.
I imagine trapping him in this room, riding him for hours, edging him to oblivion.
That is a plan for another time, though.
Risk pulls me back with him when he stands, and another gush of cum pours down me. My older tattoos are starting to disappear under the onslaught.
When he turns me, Shock is on his back, waiting, almost like they planned it.
“They did.” Arc moves behind me. Not joining us—I only get one at a time tonight—supporting me. Everything swirling in, through, and around me leaves my mind floating and I am grateful for him as all three of them guide me onto Shock.
My legs are weak and my hips are sore. I definitely need the help.
Next time, he gets first go. Next time, he gets my undepleated energy.
“Next time, you’re going to be even more tired than you are now,” Arc warns me, and I feel his hard cock against my back.
“Already?” I’m not upset about that.
“Don’t you know what you started?” Risk asks with a soft laugh. “You’re ours now, koah.”
I glance at Arc. I’ve never asked what that means, but he doesn’t seem bothered that Risk used it.
“Our bodiesknowyou’re ours,” Risk says. “And now that we have you, oneveryspecific need fuels them.”
I know what that need is. Even though it might be cruel, I look down at Shock. “Mestava.”
Cursing, Shock jerks, brows twisting, lids closing. He grips my hips so hard… driving into me so forcefully, I’m afraid I’m going to bounce right off of him.
Shock’s orgasm seems unending. It swims across the bond, inexplicably torrential and languid at once, and I feel… high by the time he’s eased his grip and found the air in his lungs again.
I fall back against Arc’s chest, letting him hold me upright.
When we’re all breathing semi-normally again, I ease off of Shock and another gush of cum pools on the bed and drips to the floor.
Arc chuckles a moment before I tell them, “We are going to need a mop.”
Risk nods. “Let’s give the bots a minute to clean up and get ourselves cleaned up too.”
They carry me to the shower and I’m grateful. I don’t know if my legs would hold me.
“We need to get me a pole and a few other things if I’m going to keep in shape for this.”
It’s only been a week… a few weeks? I need to figuretimeout here. But I feel like I’ve lost half of my flexibility.
“We’ll get Margot to send it over tomorrow,” Risk says, but Shock shakes his head
He turns on the water. “It’s going to be a few days, but we’ll work you out in the meantime.”
They’re letting me shower with them, so I don’t bother to ask for anything else. I’ll get everything else I want, eventually, and they will too.
Water and heat and lust swirl around us, and Risk looks at me with a knowing smile before he drops to one knee and pulls me down to sit on his other thigh.
We’re at the perfect height and I’m not about to say no.
“Do you like the menu?” Risk asks and I manage not to laugh at the strange way he pronounced menu.
