I’ve never been good at doing what I’m told, so while Arc grabs the lube, I lick the thick tip of the toy they got me and drag my piercings up the ridges. When I suck the tip, it’s Risk that shifts and I pull it out of my mouth with a suction pop.
“Did you pick this color on purpose?”
“Yes.” Arc takes it out of my hand and drizzles lube over the exaggerated texture molded onto it. He hesitates only for a moment before he hands it back to me. “Show us what you look like stuffed full of a Sian cock.”
I don’t usually use them like?—
Arc stands, shedding his clothing as he sits on the bed and lifts me up and over his leg, facing Risk and Shock. My wet pussy squishes against his thigh.
“Will this work?”
“Mmmhmm.” I have no idea how I’m going to get the right leverage.
“I’ll help,” he says, in a way that makes me certain he’s only going to act like a safety harness.
He steadies me while I position the toy on his leg and he helps me lift myself up enough to hover over it.
A smug little part of me thinks I could just sink down and take it in one go, but where’s the fun in that?
Positioning Arc’s arm like a safety belt around my waist and tucking my sweater in so that the others can see, I rock my hips so the tip glides along the seam of my pussy, spreading my lips to peek out at the front for a bare moment before I rock back.
Both of them stroke their cocks, watching me like they want to crawl across the floor and help me along. I wish they could. I want them to put me on a spinner and take turns fucking their frustration and cum into me.
I sink all the way down onto the dildo without needing a second try. It’s tight, but between the lube, Vitamin S, and my needy, wet pussy… it fits inside me like I was made for a Sian cock.
Arc’s arm tightens around me.
His cock is hard against my back. Iknowhe can hear what I’m thinking, and that makes it better and worse at the same time.
“I wish we could see if you take the real thing just as well.”
“I will,” I tell him, voice low as my breathing shifts. “Someday, hopefully soon, we’ll find out I was made for all three of your cocks.”
“She’s right,” Risk says and when I laugh, Arc does too.
“We didn’t tell you Risk knows things? Even things he has no way of knowing?”
I shake my head. If they did, I don’t remember.
“And I see the future,” Shock says, still leaning back on the wall like it’s the only thing keeping him upright. “Sometimes.”
“Did you see me coming?” My breath hitches, and I don’t hear his answer.
Arc’s fingers brush over my clit, and the hand holding me against him slides up to grasp my breast.
This has to be pure torture for him.
I can’t stop myself from thinking about how I wish it was his cock I was squeezing down on right now.
I wish all three of them were crowded close. I watch the way Risk and Shock stroke their cocks and try to match the rhythm.
But when Arc’s lips find the side of my neck, I can’t keep my eyes open.
When it’s not enough, I pat the bed beside me, questing until I find the tiny vibrator.
The itty-bitty button on the end produces a familiar buzz, but Arc takes it from me.
“My job,” he whispers against my skin, and as soon as it touches my clit, I know I’m done for.
