Page 190 of Redemption Arc
All three of them are perfect. But Risk’s head is pressed to the mattress as he waits. That won’t do.
I reach forward, gently wrapping my hand beneath his chin and ease his head up. “You’re here for us,” I remind him. “Not for the bed.”
He stares straight ahead, and Shock meets my eyes.He’s such a good boy.
I almost hear it in Chrys’ teasing voice.
But heisbeing good, and he deserves to get what he wants.
Risk exhales as I enter him, like he’s making room… but his ass is still so tight my eyes cross.
“Saints,” he hisses as I pull back.
None of us tell him he should be used to this by now. We all love that he isn’t.
When I start to work into him in earnest, he drops his head, snapping it back up a moment later as he remembers to do as he was told.
Hand stroking his own cock, he kisses Chrys’ calf, tongue flicking out to tease the spider tattooed there.
Shock’s hand works circles beneath the blue fabric, and Chrys tips her head back onto his shoulder, her eyes remaining on us. Heavy and lustful, her thoughts make my abdomen clench with need.
They set my imagination ablaze, placing her next to Risk, Shock beside me. We’ll fuck them like that, soon.
For right now, she has to settle for fingers and watching.
Hips rocking to meet each thrust, Risk fucks me just as much as I fuck him. I let him have as much control as he wants. I let him drive himself mindless until that familiar floating sensation flickers at the edges of my vision.
My orgasm hits me like a familiar freight train, and I pour myself into him, shuddering through each moment of release.
The others’ breathing has gone ragged, and I know that Risk is close.
I pull him upright, holding his arms back so he can’t reach his cock, and fuck him the way I know makes him crazy.
I fuck him until he’s completely out of control.
He comes like a fountain, a dark stream arcing onto the bed, between Chrys’ spread legs, and he groans while cursing me in his thoughts.
Mouth open, eyes closed, Risk jerks through the end of his orgasm until all that’s left is beads of dark cum dribbling down his cock.
He drops his head back onto my shoulder, and his voice cracks when he says, “I fucking love you.”
Love. There’s so much of it in this room… I don’t know how I thought I could ever live without it.
