A silly part of my mind thoughtthis timeI’d be able to keep up. I’d be able to swallow all of it.
What escapes slides down his cock and—my pussy tightens around the fingers trying to stretch me wide—Arc wipes away what I’m not able to drink.
I strain to look up at Risk. His face is contorted in pleasured pain. Through grit teeth, the only word he manages is, “Saints.”
Still stroking Shock, I meet Arc’s eyes and suck a little harder.
They’re both happily waiting their turn… and they’ll be rewarded accordingly.
“We never had any doubt,” Arc whispers, winking at me.
Risk’s grip finally relaxes in my hair and I pull up off of him with a suction pop.
He kisses me and drops onto the bed between Arc and me, and I bounce at the impact.
It forces me to let go of Shock.
“You know, I once wrote out copy that had something to do with raincoats and galoshes… but I feel like I need to do something with buckets or maybe a boat.” I laugh as Risk pulls me up his body, pausing long enough to kiss my breasts and flick my nipples with his tongue before he hauls me all the way up and over him, wrapping his hands around my hips, pulling me down to him so that he can bury his face between my legs.
“Whoa!” Laughing, two more pairs of hands catch me before I can fall crashing backward onto him. I let them bear my weight as Risk’s tongue spreads me and delves inside.
I wonder…
Arc’s laughter is soft, and I feel it in the bond more than I hear it. “Yes, he does like eating pussy just as much as he likes sucking cock.”
“Good.” My breath hitches as Risk nips me. “He’ll never go hungry.”
“No he won’t,” Shock agrees.
Risk has to come up for air, eventually. Right?
I watch his head move beneath me, I watch his fingers flex… maybe not.
I ease myself into a back bend against their hands and wrap my hand around their thick shafts as Risk eats me like he’s starving.
This feeling—this worship—threatens to rewire my brain.
I brush my lips over Arc’s cock, exhaling against the soft skin, and then I touch my tongue to the tip of him.
When my mouth closes over him, he murmurs things I can’t understand, and I’m glad I can’t talk.
A half dozen promises, prayers, and pleadings go through my head.
Hands on my hips move me, reposition me, and Shock slips away. Cold air brushes over my wet pussy, but only for a moment before Shock moves close.
I don’t know if they can, but it feels like they’re holding back their lust in the bond.
Either that, or I’m the only one who’s started to lose myself.
Or maybe I’m thinking too hard again.
My eyes want to cross.
And then, everything turns upside down.
No… just me.
My eyes open wide and I flail, releasing Shock’s cock to grab hold of Arc’s hips. But I’m not going to fall. Six hands twist and turn me around for him. And then I’m not the one moving on Arc’s cock.Shockis the one moving me on Arc’s cock.
