He does notice.
He sucks it from my skin.
Arc holds me in place while Shock moves and Risk uses me exactly the way I want him to. Maybe he can read minds too, now.
“He can’t,” Arc whispers against my lips. “We just all want the same things.”
I lose myself in them all over again, until I don’t know which way is up anymore.
I’m a puddle of pure bliss when Risk comes.
“I think she’s ready,” Arc says.
Ready for what?“Have you been planning things again?”
“You’re going to like them,” Risk assures me as he eases forward. “Arc needs your sweet pussy right now.”
I don’t need any other encouragement. I shove Arc onto his back, crawling over him and ignoring the cum that spills out of me as I mount him.
They fit so perfectly. Alone, together, it doesn’t matter.
This time, I get together.
As delightful as Arc is, I know they feel the flutter through the bond as Shock moves close to join in.
They move within me again, and I drop my head to Arc’s chest as Shock repositions himself, notching his ridges against Arc’s.
Sian cum is a miracle.
I’m so slick, their cocks slide into me… noteasily, but nothing threatens to tear, either.
“No three tonight?” I already know the answer, but that doesn’t stop me from asking.
“Not the way you mean.” Risk is still hard. I’ve been told that’s unlikely, but certainly not impossible.
A bottle snaps open and lube drizzles onto me.
“Oh…” I shiver at the idea of whathasto come next and try to melt further into Arc. I want to be as open to them as possible.
I want… Shock works a finger into my ass, coaxing me open, and I keep my eyes screwed shut. Ineedto be as open to them as possible.
“You’re thinking too hard, koah.” Arc brushes his thumb along my forehead. “Let us take care of you. You don’t have to do anything but enjoy it.”
Easier said than done.
Except, it’s not.
They don’t tease me, they tantalize.
They don’t rush, they relish.
And they seem to know I’m ready before I do.
The bed dips on either side of me and Risk joins us with even more lube. Cool, slick liquid trickles down me.
He presses in. Another long, slow slide.
Arc murmurs soft encouragement, and I don’t know how it’s possible, but they do all fit.
