“I want to teach you a word.” Shock closes his eyes for a moment as Risk squeezes his shaft, twisting in the same motion as those three tubes beneath the skin, and when he opens them again, they pierce right through me. “It’s a magic word.”
“What does it do?”
“When you say it, it’s going to make me come.” He reaches back, gripping Risk’s neck. “It might make us both come. When I thought about you saying it last night, Arc didn’t stand a chance.”
My breath catches in my throat. “Tell me.”
“Close your legs. We don’t want any accidents.”
I do, going to my knees and pretending to wait patiently.
“Meh,” he says, and I repeat it back.
“Stah.”
Risk curses behind him.
“Vah.” When I say the last piece, he says, “put them together.”
“Mestava.”
As promised, a jet of cum slings out of him, across the bed, my thighs… and Risk grunts too.
Shock laughs as cum drips from them both.
“Thatisa magic word. What does it mean?”
“Breed me.” Risk wraps his hand around Shock’s throat and pulls him back. “I would have liked a little more warning.”
I watch, cleaning the cum off my thighs as Risk turns Shock around and pushes him onto the bed.
“You like surprises.”
Risk doesn’t argue. He goes to his knees.
When Risk’s mouth wraps around Shock’s cock, I don’t give him any warning either. I crawl over to them and wrap my arms around Shock’s shoulders.
Kissing his neck and then dragging my lips over the pointed shell of his ear, I whisper. “Mestava.”
Itismagic.
He grunts again, and then Risk does too. But only Shock came this time. When Risk pulls back, cum pours out of his mouth and down the front of him, a dark and yummy waterfall.
“We should clean you up,” I say, licking my lips and glancing at Shock. “And we should get him dirty.”
“Yes.” Shock picks me up as he stands and takes me into the bathroom, but he sits me on the counter and says, “Stay put.”
And I do… but I pretend to pout as he drags Risk into the shower and I have to watch as they get dirty and clean on the other side of the glass.
CHAPTER
EIGHT
RISK
Arc will be home soon,and he won’t be alone.
“What is that for?” Chrys asks as I fill a large bowl with water and set it down on the floor.
