She whimpers as Risk does what she wanted to.
We both watch as he takes Shock into his mouth. The two of them haven’t forgotten we’re here, but they are solely focused on each other.
It’s been a while since we’ve done this.
I’ve been gone too much. Shock’s been too preoccupied. Risk seems to forget it's an option. But when he remembers…
His tongue slides along the tip of Shock’s cock, forked end smearing precum across him before he presses inside.
Shock curses as Risk pulses inside, and Chrys’ thoughts provide me with a new word…sounding.
It has a name on Earth….
This time, when Shock comes, it doesn’t spill onto the floor. It spills into Risk’s mouth, and he swallows every last drop.
“Fuck,” Chrys squirms, squeezing her thighs together. “If there was any chance in hell all three of you would fit, I’d tell you to bond with me right now…”
“That’s not how it works.”
She looks up at me, her eyes hooded with unmet desire. “Then we’ll find a way to make it work.”
Hand reaching up to grip my head, she pulls me down and kisses me again.
She’s perfect as she melts against me.
Sheisours. Even if it’s only pretend. Even if it’s only temporary.
CHRYS
Watching Risk lick his lips and wipe what little cum he didn’t swallow from his chin makes me want to try so many things I know won’t work.
“Get whichever toy you want to use,” Arc says softly as he releases the arm he had wrapped around my stomach. “I cleaned them before you got home.”
Home. He says it like he knows I don’t ever want to leave… he says it like he doesn’t want me to either.
“I don’t.” The words are soft, not meant to spark a conversation.
The bedside drawer is arranged like a surgical tray, but with toys instead of scalpels.Thank god.
Picking up the Sian-shaped dildo and a small, pill-shaped vibrator, I turn back to them.
I know what I want… and in lieu of that, I know what will get me off.
Holding up the toys like they’re weapons, I look from Arc to the others. “Which one of you has the best willpower?”
Both Arc and Risk look at Shock, but it’s not because they think it’s him… I can see in the way his eyes unfocus… they’re waiting for him tosee.
When his focus returns, it’s on Arc. “You won’t.”
Whatever else he thinks, Arc nods, but he doesn’t look… happy?
“I can do it on my own,” I say, “but…”
“That’s not why,” he says quickly, interrupting me. “It’s because Risk won’t either, but he picked me.”
“You’re gone for the next two days,” Shock says. “He’ll have his chance.”
Arc looks like he wants to ask a question. Instead, he takes the toys from me and sets them on the bed before reopening the drawer and pulling out the lube that I didn’t.
