“Don’t even think about it.” He glares.
Idothink about it, but I grab his hand and drag him along after them instead.
CHAPTER
NINETEEN
CHRYS
Risk stepsaround Arc first and a moment later, his fingers trail along my waist, pressing my sweater up to my ribs and my back more firmly to the bed.
His mouth lays a trail up my stomach that his fingers follow. I close my eyes as his tongue traces the lines of one of my tattoos.
I barely recognize the sound I make when Shock drags his fingers along my pussy.
Arc moves around to the other side of the bed, and I reach for the seal of his pants, tugging it down. “Off.”
“You’d be happy if we were naked all the time, wouldn’t you?”
“Don’t tempt me. I might demand it.”
That thick head, the hard ridges. Every time I see them, I can’t help but remember how perfect they feel inside of me. If I was able to take every inch of them, all at once, I’d feel a kind of fullness I’d never want to give up.
I don’t need Risk’s mutation to know that I won’t get that until they’re certain I’ll be able to walk afterward.
“We’ll give you almost everything, koah,” Arc whispers against my hair.
“I’ll take it.”
Working my hand over Arc, I can’t tear my eyes away as Risk frees himself and kicks his pants to the floor.
His cock is massive. Every time I see it, I’m surprised, even though I shouldn’t be. I bite back a smile as I wonder if it might get bigger every time… like the zurgle at the cafe.
He walks on his knees across the bed to me, and Arc says something I don’t understand a moment before Risk smiles and—gently—drops his cock on my face.
A moment of surprise makes me freeze, and then, I laugh with them.
He’s heavy on my face, and I can’t help but grin as I move so the soft, hard cock drags across my skin.
When I lick the bottom of his cock, tongue and piercings playing over those ridges, his eyes roll back and his whispered words sound like a prayer.
I love it.
“You’re all greedy, too,” I tell them as I kiss Risk’s cock. “We’re perfect for each other.”
I’ve written posts and ad copy about the way they taste… I will definitely be writing more. It’s another physiological reminder of their biological imperative… At least, I’m pretty sure that’s what Jess would say about it.
Grabbing Arc’s leg to steady myself, I turn over and focus all of my attention on Risk.
I drag my nails up Arc’s thigh and brush my knuckles down the length of him, but he doesn’t let me play.
I don’t try to take hold of him again. He knows what he wants. He knows what I want. He has a reason for that choice.
Stroking Risk, I let my thumb drag along those ridges and smile each time it makes him twitch.
Questing for Shock’s cock, I almost pull up off of Risk, but Shock catches my hand and guides me to him.
A low curse sounds from Risk, and his fingers tighten on my scalp as he jerks, his hot, sweet cum filling my mouth.
