Page 183 of The Bonding Games: Part 2

She’s close.

Wrapping the loose part of the leash from Tiger’s proximity around her wrist, she tugs on it, pulling him impossibly closer to her. He lets out a strangled sound that’s all pleasure, earning another shaky moan from Ezla as he never stops moving his tongue. And his hands had been gripping her legs, but now one of them moves to join his lips at her centre, rubbing his fingers frantically over her clit.

When Ezla returns to jerking me off, I feel the beginnings of my orgasm surging up in time with her quickly approaching one. A moment later, she’s rasping out Tiger’s name, and when mine quickly follows along with a punishing squeeze of her fist, I fall apart with her.

Convulsing, my head kicks back as I cry out. The cuffs around my wrists dig into my skin as my arms strain against their hold, but I don’t care. I’m only able to feel that pleasure sweeping me away, only able to smell the sex in the air and Ezla’s addictive, mouth-watering scent.

Tiger’s moan vaguely breaks through the fog along with his repetitive eager sounds, and I think he’s speaking through the bond, but I’m not all here to catch what he’s saying, head in the clouds. Still, I can process enough to know he’s having the time of his life down there, and when my bleary eyes open up to find Ezla once more, the adoration filling me to the brim no doubt shining in my gaze, I catch his head popped up between her thighs as he licks her from his lips before grinning dreamily. “So good,” he announces, pupils blown out to leave hardly any blue behind in his sparkling eyes. “I love you so much, DN.”

I think he almost passes out when she cups his cheek in response. “I love you too, my wild one.” Then she glances over at me. “And you, my shy boy.”

I’m melting a moment before I inwardly stutter as I see myself on her face. “Oh god, I’m so sorry!” I blurt, instinctively moving to wipe the cum off, but chains clank, reminding me I can’t.

Smirking, she swipes her thumb through some that’s landed on her cheek, evidently having known it was there already. “I like it. Otherwise I would not allow you to have come on me.”

Gulping, I quickly nod. I’ve done that before, come on her, but that time I had permission, and I’d never want to do anything she didn’t like. But I can feel and see her honesty, and so I relax . . . in most ways, anyway, because my cock definitely isn’t resting as I watch her collect every drop of my release from her face, her thumb disappearing into her mouth each time as she swallows me down.

“Oh . . .” Tiger breathes in a daze as he watches her too.

When she’s done, mine and Tiger’s eyes tracking the wet glide of her thumb as it retreats from her lips, she says without preamble, “I am going to ride your cocks now.”

A choked sound slips from me as she turns around and crawls up my body to detach the cuffs from my wrists. They’re not harsh on the skin, but they’ve left red marks from all my involuntary straining, and butterflies erupt in my stomach as she smooths a finger over each wrist before placing an unusually gentle kiss to either one.

“I want to keep your collar on,” Ezla tells Tiger over her shoulder in the next second. “I like it very much.”

“Ohhhh.” Winking, he exclaims, “Me too! I love being collared for you, DN!”

Lips twitching up at the corner, she regains a hold on his leash and drags him closer. Then she moves down my body with an, “Up,” and I quickly push my quivering self upright, limbs still airy from my orgasm.

With Tiger now pressed to her back and me to her front, she pauses there, hovering on her knees between us. “You are both comfortable with this? I can feel your anxiety, Alby.”

Understanding the question was really aimed at me with his eagerness so clear, Tiger stays quiet, letting me think. “I . . . I think it might feel a little weird, and I’m worried I might mess something up, but—but I want to try,” I tell her nervously.

Now Tiger does speak, just to tell me how he’s looking at things: “I get it—you’re my brother, so I myself thought something like this might be odd at first. But I just want to give Ez as much pleasure as possible. And I know you like to feel full.” He directs that part at Ezla with a triple wink that has my lips rolling in as I fight back a smile. Then he looks my way again. “Also, I know you heard Tate and Cooper’s thoughts through the bond that day they did this, and I think it might be similar for us; it might feel a little strange, but we’ll be focused on Ezzy’s pleasure, Bestie. We’re just working very closely to do it. But I promise Tiger junior won’t bite.”

Amusement swirls through the bond to mirror my own. “Tiger junior?” Ezla repeats with a raised brow.

“You’re right—that makes my monster cock sound so small.”

She snorts, and my smile breaks free.

Tiger continues, “And when are we ever even focused on anything but Ez? I know it’s a bit different, but we’re always naked around each other when we’re with her, and no one ever thinks anything of it.”

The more he’s spoken, the more I’ve relaxed, and Ezla’s arms wrap around my neck as she senses this. “Simply say stop if you do not want to do this.”

Nodding fast, I say, “I will, but I do. I want to do whatever makes you feel good. It makes me feel good to do that.”

I hold my breath as she studies me closely, only letting it out again when she orders firmly, “Then let me ride the both of you. Let me feel you split my pussy open and come together.”

A choked sound leaves me as she grabs the base of me, and I’m already hard and ready to go for her again as I shift my hips to bring myself closer to where she wants me. Tiger receives the same treatment, and my nervousness rises again when she brings our cocks together.

It’s odd like I thought it would be, but also, I don’t feel like running, especially not as she brings us to her entrance, and all of my being narrows down to the feel of my tip pressing to her swollen flesh.

“D-do we need lube?” I whisper shakily, wide eyes glued to the sight between her legs.

“No. I am soaked,” she replies bluntly.

“Oh,” I squeak, and I can definitely feel the truth in her words when she starts to sink down onto us.