Page 129 of The Bonding Games: Part 2

“Yes, DN,” he groans, and I carefully inch closer until I’m right behind her.

“Good.” Rubbing Tiger’s tip through her soaked folds, pulling another unabashed noise of anticipation and pleasure from him, she commands, “Now pour some of that lube into your palm and stroke yourself for me, my shy boy.”

Whimpering, my trembling hands fumble with the bottle. Once I’ve opened it up, I tip the liquid generously into my palm, then close it again and set it down beside me as I nervously rub my hands together. Next, I take a deep breath and bring my hand to my length, hesitantly curling my fingers around the shaft and moving my fist back and forth. As I do, my eyes blow wide in time with Tiger’s, “Oh, Ezzy. Oh my god,” as she sinks down onto him, seating him snugly inside of her when she settles her weight fully on him, their lower halves flush together.

Ezla lowers herself so that her breasts press to his chest, and his arms whip out with energy to band around her. Happily hugging her to him, he groans, “It’s so good, Ez. So, so good, I could die.”

She hums, not protesting as Tate’s hands greedily find her next, fingers tangling in her hair. “Me next. I want to feel you wrapped around me, Havoc.” His voice is a low rumble.

“Where are your manners?” I swear I can hear Ezla’s imperious raised brow.

“Please,” he begs without hesitation, guiding her closer to his cock while his hips move forwards. His expression is almost pained. “Fuck, please, baby.”

“Give it to me now, Alby,” is the last thing she says before she gives Tate what he’s aching for. Gasping, my eyes pop even wider open as he groans manically in response to her plush lips wrapping around his thickness and sliding down without teasing him. Head thrown back, his eyes squeeze shut, and he trembles uncontrollably, the muscles in his arms bulging as he holds on to her. It’s not to control her movements but to anchor himself as she bobs her head, though his hips jerk involuntarily every so often as his body reacts to her.

Alby.

I jump at Ezla’s snapped word in my mind. Called to attention, I fling myself back into motion, hurrying to get myself notched at her back entrance.

She’s risen off Tiger so that only the tip of his length is left inside of her now, offering herself up to me, and my next breath is choked as I feel the head of me at her asshole. I inhale sharply. “I-I-I—”

Fuck me. Simply do what feels right. Move your hips the way you thrust into your hand the other day.

Another whimper leaves me, and I send back a hasty, Yes, Ezla. With only a beat’s more hesitation as I struggle to batter back my insecurities, I press into her.

My breath gets caught in my throat as I feel her body giving way to me, the crown of my cock being accepted past the tight ring of muscle. Her tightness sucks me in, and I mewl, hands quickly grabbing her hips for support.

The degrees of my body flares up impossibly fast, groin tightening as I gradually move deeper into her, and I can only hope I don’t ruin this by coming really fast like I always seem to. It momentarily makes me wonder if I’m broken, but Ezla’s muffled moan discards any of those thoughts, as does her hand whipping out to grasp my thigh, her almond-shaped nails digging into my skin.

“Sh-shit!” My hips jolt forwards without my consent, shoving me the rest of the way inside her. “Oh my god! I’m so sorry,” I blurt, but it comes out half strangled because holy hell she feels amazing. She’s hugging me so tightly, the grip so firm and unyielding—

Do not be. Simply fuck. Me, she hisses through the bond.

Breathing quick and shallow, my heart pumps the blood around my body at triple its usual speed as I rush to pull my hips back. Another choked sound gets caught somewhere in me as her walls try to keep me inside her, and the noise that does manage to come out when her firm grip strokes me so strongly is embarrassing, but I can hardly spare a thought for that right now.

When Ezla moans again, Tate hisses. “Fuck yeah, keep doing that. Feels so fucking amazing, Havoc. Fucking love you.”

“Can I move yet?!” Tiger’s eager voice comes next.

Tate groans roughly at her noise of assent forming around his cock, and I hear her words to Tiger through the bond: Make sure you are in time with Alby. It may be easier for you to move in and out of me at the same time.

Tiger sends a naked picture of himself saluting as he stands like a soldier. Yes, ma’am.

My next noise is strangled as the pressure increases when he pushes back inside her in sync with my own movement.

“Mhmm, yeees, Ezzy,” he groans, then quickly asks, his need to know he’s pleasing her clear, “Is it good? Does it feel good for you too? I’m such a good boy for you, right?”

Copying his pull out of her, then his slow thrust back in, I add my own question, head light from the pleasure. “A-am I? Does this—does this feel nice? Am I doing it right?”

Yes. You are both perfect, my sluts. My whores.

“Fuck, that’s hot. Look at you taking three cocks,” Tate grunts before I have time to bathe in my relief and ecstasy. I gasp, the fire on my skin spreading to encompass the entirety of me as he continues huskily, “You fucking love it, too, don’t you, baby? You love being worshipped like the queen you are.”

“Empress,” Tiger moans out to correct him, and Tate grins salaciously while his eyes light with increased desire and excitement.

“Empress, huh? Yeah she is,” he groans, large hand tightening on the back of her head. He thrusts himself into her with a few jerky pumps of his hips before they slow, like he can’t decide whether he wants to simply fuck her face or enjoy the sight of her lavishing him. “Our empress. Soon, we’ll make you the ruler of the world, Havoc.”

Hips subtly grinding, his eyes roll to the back of his head at whatever Ezla’s tongue does to him in reward, and her muscles grip me tighter in time with Tiger’s wanton keen to tell us all how much she likes the sound of his words.