Page 138 of The Bonding Games: Part 1

In silent demand, Ezla extends her legs towards me, and with nervous anticipation, I obey, wanting to hear her call me a good boy again and eager to part her with my tongue . . . even if I don’t have a clue how to do that properly. And as I drag her thong the rest of the way down her glistening calves and over her toes, it occurs to me that I’ll be the first of Ezla’s Bonds to get to experience this. And that means more to me than anything. We’re each getting to begin with different parts of our Bonded, and although we’ll hopefully get more chances in the future to have our turns exploring everything, I like how it seems to be a silent agreement that everyone is getting to have their own special act to remember as their first with her.

“Good boy,” she croons, and my hips jerk like she’d pulled on my cock by a string. “Now . . .” Her thighs part, and I fist her underwear in my shaking hand, a needy whine escaping me as my widened gaze snaps down to the space between them. “Come here.”

Timidly, in a way that belies my desire for her but amplifies the display of my jittery nerves, I shuffle closer on my knees. “I-I don’t know what to do . . .”

“You obey me.”

Her simple, blunt answer does wonders to settle my nerves. “That’s all . . . ? You won’t be upset if I do something wrong?”

“No.”

My shoulders drop their tenseness, and any anxiety is suddenly much easier to deal with knowing that all I have to do to get this right is listen. I’ve always been good at that.

Hovering my hands by her outer thighs, I glance up at her face to see her dip her chin, and I let out a breath when my palms make contact on that slick skin again. Knowing this much, I inch my face closer to her centre, constantly flicking my eyes back and forth between the wet heat and her face. Then I ask with flaming cheeks, “Do—do I just lick you?”

She hums, something chillingly unholy tilting her lips up.

My swallow is disgracefully loud in the silence. “O-okay,” I somehow manage to get past my dry throat.

Gluing my blown-out stare back to her pussy, I tell myself to stop being a wimp. And I flatten my tongue to her flesh, gasping at the foreign feel as I slide it up the length of her.

Oh my holy shit!

Oh.

My.

God.

My tongue’s on my Bonded’s pussy!

“Do you want it inside?” Ezla drawls, something almost playful in there that makes the organ in my chest pump faster in response.

I like that look on her. I like it a lot.

And is it weird that the way she simultaneously looks ready to slice and dice any one of us at any given moment is only turning me on more?

I nod, the action causing my tongue to shift up and down her slit, and her lashes flutter, a satisfied sigh leaving her, making my belly all tingly. “First, I will show you how to touch my clit, hm?”

All I can manage is a pitiful whimper.

Gliding her hand down her body, it travels lazily from the valley of her breasts, down over her stomach and the dip of her belly button, and I know all the other men are as fixated on that hand as me. Finally, it finds where my tongue has frozen in place, the muscles in the organ twitching when her slim fingers brush against it as she parts her folds for me.

For me.

I still can’t come to terms with the fact I’m getting to do all of this with her.

“See that?”

I pull back a little to focus on the little nub she’s pointing out. I recognise it from Anatomical Studies back in second school, so I know what it is, but I draw blank when I think about how to stimulate it, even though I’ve just watched Scotty do exactly that.

Something between a whine and a moan flies from my mouth and gets muffled in her flesh as Ezla’s punishing grip enters my hair, yanking me forwards and almost suffocating me in her pussy. If that’s her goal, I’m not so sure I’d have half a mind to object when I’m enjoying myself so much.

That was the hottest thing ever . . .

I can’t stop myself from gyrating my hips, rubbing my cock against the mattress for some friction to alleviate the desperate ache there.

Ezla’s eyes sparkle, and she mock pouts. I can see the devilish delight in her mismatched gaze, the true enjoyment.