Head pressed back against his shoulder, I whisper the word yes on repeat. It turns into a sound instead of a word, and my grip tightens on the back of his neck.
But it’s not the cock I’m riding, it’s not the sweet sensation humming through my clit… it’s the sound Risk makes as he comes while watching me that does it.
My back arches and my hips lift, the toy slipping out of me as my orgasm crashes over and through me.
My eyes fly open when Risk’s hands slide up my thighs. On his knees in front of us, he licks his lips. “Can I taste you, Chrys?”
I take two breaths, getting my mind back to the present. “If you don’t, I might cry.”
His forked tongue slides along me, flicking and pinching at my clit and then, he says something to Arc… Arc, who picks meup and holds my legs wide. Risk winks at me, and then, he buries his face in my pussy.
Holy fuck.
I’m distracted enough that I don’t realize Shock has joined us too until his hand grips my chin, brushing my hair back and turning my face up so he can kiss me again.
His tongue explores my mouth while Risk’s delves into my pussy.
Arc pulls my sweater aside, his teeth sinking into my shoulder.
This time, when I come, the orgasm is so sharp—it’ssobright—that I squirm and shake and twitch and gasp, liquidgushingfrom me. I feel delirious. I have no idea what Arc hears in my thoughts right now, because my mind screams and then my throat does too.
SHOCK
I don’t think I’ve ever felt so weak in my life.
Arc squeezed my first orgasm from me. Risk sucked out the second, and somehow, even though I would have sworn I’d been drained, I’m still hard. Somehow, I’m still leaking as Chrys comes and she goes limp against us.
When Arc lifts her up and places her in the center of the bed, she moves like her bones are made of jelly.
But she still manages to reach for Arc’s cock.
He catches her wrist and shakes his head. “We have to be careful.”
I glance at Risk, still on his knees. I’m not sure how careful it was to tongue fuck her so soon after he drank my cum, but nothing happened… Nothing bad.
When Chrys pouts and looks like she’ll ask for dangerous things, I yank Arc off the bed, dragging him to me and kissing him the way I used to… back before he spent every night running away from us.
When he kisses me back, I take his cock the way she wanted to.
I am intimately familiar with the shape of him. The curve, the thick cords beneath soft skin, twisting together to the thick tip of him where cum bubbles and drips…
My first stroke drags my fingers along the ridges underneath and Arc tenses.
I hear her whispered “yes” and a moment later, my pumping hand bumps Risk’s mouth where he’s wrapped his lips around Arc’s cock.
I move my hand to Arc’s throat and let Risk do what he’ssogood at. And when I squeeze…
Arc moans into my mouth, and Chrys’ breathy whimper flutters over us.
We’ve done this dozens of times, though never with an audience.
Silent, easy motions in the dark. I know them so well, I don’t need to read their minds or have our future played out for us.
We spent years learning each other's bodies. And each of us are going to teach Chrys what we know.
Risk will teach her the quickest way to get Arc what he needs…
Arc grunts and jerks, and when he comes, moments later, I know it’s only partly Chrys’ fault.
