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I can't take it anymore. They are actually driving me insane.
It was cute at first. Sweet. And sometimes a bit funny. A welcome distraction from everything going on in the quadrant. But once I joined their squad, it became. Way. Too. Much.
Before, it was every other class, and maybe sometimes when we crossed each other in the halls that Ridoc's thoughts would invade my brain space. They were loud and I'm pretty sure that even if I could control my inntinnsic abilities, it would still be impossible to ignore. His thoughts bully their way into my head no matter what I do.
But it was fine, I didn't mind. Ridoc was funny and being in his head was, for the most part, quite pleasant. It was easier to focus on one person's mental traffic than it was to block out everyone else's. It was especially easy to focus on Ridoc's, purely because of how loud and obstreperous it was.
This however, was just... overwhelming. It was no longer 'every now and then' it was Every. Single. Day. Obviously, being in his squad meant we shared all our lessons. To make matters worse, that also means I share every lesson with Violet AND Sawyer. I quickly learned that while Sawyer is quiet, he has a sharp tongue that is politely kept under wraps. It doesn't help that he seems to share Ridoc's sentiments about me, even if they are quieter.
Violet makes it onto the list of annoyances, not because of who she is, but because her thoughts are a whirlwind. This woman thinks at a hundred miles a minute and if I get caught in the currants, it's easy to be pulled under. What happens when you get pulled under, I don't know, and I don't intend to find out.
But, she's not too bad. Her mind is unobstructive. It's not that her thoughts are meek, they're just... easy to step around, if that makes sense.
The absolute worst part about being on Violet's squad, is that Xaden is constantly popping up. I know, I know. I'm a marked one, he sacrificed a bunch for us, I should be grateful, blah blah blah. And I am, don't get me wrong, but he scares the shit out of me, and I've so far done an excellent job of avoiding that man like the plague. If I really need to get word to him, I will talk to his cousin, or Garrick, thank you very much. (Not Imogen. She also scares me.) That becomes really hard when he is now everywhere Violet is. I know that's an exaggeration, but still.
But that's not my biggest problem. Violet? Fine. Xaden? My abrupt and shit excuses to be anywhere he isn't gets me weird looks, but it's manageable. Ridoc and Sawyer on the other hand? I am one stray hair from throwing myself off the parapet.
At this point, it's more distracting than just letting everyone's thoughts clamour over each other in my head.
For example, we were taking a test the other day. I had made the grievous mistake of sitting in front of the two boys and it was just a constant stream of me. You can't be telling me that you think my hair is absolutely gorgeous, and that you bet it would be so soft and nice to play with. Like, what do you mean you're certain I'd look amazing kneeling for you and begging? I'm not about to disagree with you, but could you not think about it during our physics pop quiz? I'm trying to calculate the specific heat capacity of dragon scales over here.
Now, you might be thinking, 'Why not tune into Sawyer's thoughts or anyone else's?'
Great question! Allow me to explain, Sawyer, is a 45/45/10 gamble. 45 percent chance he's thinking: 'I want to brush her hair back and kiss her forehead', another 45 percent chance of: 'I want to bend her over the desk and use her hair as a handle', —there is no in between— and a 10 percent chance of: 'Oh, I know this formula'
Not good odds. As for someone else, my telepathic abilities only reach so far and I did not trust the theoretical physics knowledge of the people who sat around me. It is safe to say, that was the last time I ever sat in front of Ridoc and Sawyer. Never. Again. I'm pretty sure I failed that test because not even 5 minutes past, and I was in desperate need of a cold shower.
I would really love to go one day without feeling an incessant need to take care of myself at the end of every lesson. If it's not Ridoc, it's Sawyer, and vice versa. One thing I learnt very quickly in the first few days of my signet manifesting, is that any thoughts people have about you present louder than any others.
I need to change squads direly, and I am about a hairs breadth away from murdering half of another squad just for the slightest chance to make it happen. Or I could ask Garrick if he could do anything, but that conversation would get very messy, very quickly. No one knows I'm an inntinnsic, not even another marked one. We have to do some illegal shit to get by, but this? This is another level.
I just hope that my second signet presents soon like my dragon says it will, because the length of time I've gone with no signs of signet manifestation and yet simultaneously no signs of spontaneous combustion either is starting to raise some eyebrows. Especially with the other marked ones.
'You know you are missing the most simple solution with you're boy problem, right?'
I'm not going to bed them, I insist for the umpteenth time. It is not the first instance my green scorpion tail, Nyalahrahck (Nyla for short), and I have had this argument.
'Why not? You want it, they want it, either of them would be a fine choice for some release. It's one night, not marriage.'
It's not about that. It's the principal of it
'You know what I like the principal of? Not having a rider so riddled with need that she falls off mid-flight'
That happened one time!
'Yes, and that is one too many'
She blocks any attempt I may have had as a come back, leaving me to stew in my thoughts. For most people, this would be a bad thing, but here, in my dorm, is the one place where I can actually hear myself think, and I revel in it.
All five seconds of it.
*knock knock knock*
What now?
I reluctantly get up to check who it is. Classes are done for the day, and the marked one meeting isn't for another four-ish hours.
Opening my door reveals Violet and Rhiannon standing there.
"Hello?" I ask, it's not in an unkind way, we're just not very close. I was only added into their squad under a month ago, so it could still change.
"Hi Y/n. We have an impromptu training session, Aetos's orders. Sorry," Violet says, grimacing.
I give her a tight-lipped smile in return. I think she's figured out I hold my alone time close to my heart, and she respects that, which I appreciate, "Not your fault, just give me a moment. You guys can go on so long if you want, I'll be there in a bit"
They nod and I close my door again to quickly get ready. I grab a few daggers and braid my hair then pin it firmly into a bun. When I walk out, they are still there waiting for me. I can't help but smile a little at them. It's a shame that I'll need to find a way to switch squads. I'm really starting to like them.
When we all get to the training room, the rest of the squad is already there. Sawyer and Ridoc are sparing while Aetos takes mental notes, and Liam looks extremely concentrated on the match, but he's actually thinking about the meeting tonight.
Just as we enter, Sawyer pins Ridoc, and he yields.
"Nice one Sawyer!" Rhiannon comments. He nods his head in thanks before helping his sparing partner off the ground.
"Perfect," Aetos starts, "Sawyer with Rhiannon, Liam with Y/n, and Ridoc with Violet"
No hello? No 'sorry, I know it's late and this is completely unexpected, but I think that the squad could benefit from some extra training', nothing? Asshole.
We all move to a mat nonetheless. I face down Liam, staring into his eyes, trying to get a read on his next move. You'd think being a mind reader would make that easy, but Liam's been training for a while, so his moves are pretty much second nature to him. He is almost always thinking about anything other than the fight at hand unless he's facing a second or third year. It makes it even more difficult to fight him.
What was on his mind during today's sparing match was my least favourite topic: "Why has Y/n not manifested her signet yet?"
The concern is sweet, but the thoughts themselves gives me anxiety. How long can I keep this up? When are they going to find out? Who will figure it out first, the marked ones, or the other riders? What happens to me when they do?
Liam strikes first, feigning a hit to my right and quickly redirecting to my left. I duck, and using his direction of motion to my advantage, I grab his arm, and pull him forward. It only sets him off balance for a second, but that's all I need.
I kick at the back of his knees, the small hiss of pain as they hit the mat does admittedly bring about a wave of satisfaction, but the feeling is soon erased. Liam is back on his feet in an instant, guard up as he circles me.
Light shining in from the window skews my vision, exactly what he planned, I should have seen it. He chooses that moment to throw a strong punch to my kidney. I barely get away fast enough, the air around his fist moving with the force. My heart is racing, and in a lapse of attention, I miss his non-dominant hand coming toward me.
Liam lands the blow to the bottom of my jaw, it hurts like a bitch, as well as knocking me down onto my back. In a moment fueled by pure adrenaline and luck, I manage to hook my foot around his leg and yank, hard, so he too comes toppling down. Admittedly not the best choice of action, as he almost fell on top of me.
The second his back hits the mat, I'm on him, pressing my forearm to his throat despite the spots still dancing in my vision from the previous impact. He bucks his hips to get me off, but the dragon riding must help because his efforts are futile. After a few more seconds slip by with no change in odds, he taps out.
I get off and help him up. He gives me one of his smiles, but he is still worrying about when I'll manifest. To be honest, so am I.
Sparring rotates until we have all gone up against each squad member. Twice. The urge to smack Aetos upside the head is strong, but the urge to not have cleaning duty is stronger.
Our Squad Leader finally calls it a night, and I was just about to go straight to my dorm and collapse into my bed before Dain asks me to clean up.
Should've smacked him
The rest of the squad leaves. All accept for Ridoc and Sawyer.
"You guys really don't have to help me"
"We know," Ridoc replies.
"But we want to," Sawyer finishes for him.
I decide I'm too tired to argue, and let them help me wipe down the mats to put them away.
Unfortunately, in the silence their thoughts invade my head way too easily. They're filled with their fawning over my fighting style, and I swear it's like they share a brain, because they both obsess sullenly over how Liam got to be under me, and how good his view must have been. It all becomes too much, too fast.
"Oh my gods, will one of you please just fuck me!" I freeze instantly. There is no way I just said those words. I slap my hands over my mouth, eyes wide.
Sawyer just looks guilty, a light pink dusting his cheeks. Ridoc on the other hand, smiles from his inconvenient position by the door.
"What was that, sweetheart?"
"Nothing," I squeak, rushing to put the last mat away and get out the hell out of this room, away from them so I can ridicule myself in private.
'That's certainly one way to get them into bed with you'
Shut up!
Ridoc catches my arm before I can bolt out, pulling me in and pinning me to his chest.
"Did you say you wanted one of us to be your bed mates? Getting lonely in your dorm, hmm?"
"I-"
"How about both of us?" Ridoc has a salacious smile painted across his face while I stand there short circuiting because what the hell did he just offer me?
He scans Sawyer who, despite his blush deepening, looks very much intrigued. Ridoc's rich brown eyes dart back to me once he's sure he's got Sawyer's interest and consent.
"Well?"
My gaze bounces between the two, unsure if this is even real. This is a dream. It has to be.
"Yes? Or no?" he drawls, head tilting from one side to the other. It's like he's taunting me, and it shouldn't be hot, but it is. I can already feel the slick gathering between my legs.
My heart is beating faster than it was during sparring. They can't be serious, they just can't be.
"You're joking," I say, but it sounds more like I'm trying to convince them —and myself— more than an actual statement.
"We're not," I almost jump out of my skin at the sound of Sawyer's voice so close. I was too distracted by Ridoc to notice the other rider had gotten right behind me.
I stare up at Ridoc, my chest heaving as if I'd just run a marathon.
"I- Yes. I want—," I gulp, "I want both of you."
He wastes no time, lifting me over his shoulder and eating up the distance from here to Amari knows where in long strides, Sawyer hot on his heels.
"Whose room are we going to?" the older boy questions.
"No one's"
It takes me a while to notice we're on the second year floor. I don't get the opportunity to say anything before I'm whisked inside a random dorm, and the door is shut behind Sawyer, leaving us in darkness.
One of them activates a mage light, casting a warm glow over the room.
"Whose dorm is this?" I ask.
"Like I told Sawyer, no one's"
Oh. It was someone's, but said someone died, and all their stuff has since been cleared out. I try not to think about it. It's kind of a mood killer.
The breath is knocked out of me as I'm basically tossed onto the bed. Ridoc practically leaps into action, kissing up my neck, caressing my sides while simultaneously —albeit very slowly— undoing our leathers.
My hands find his chest, frantically scrabbling for anything to grip so I can get these clothes off of him. It doesn't help that they are specifically designed to be impossible to grip.
I can feel him smirk against my skin. He's enjoying my struggling. Asshole. I'll show him.
I reach for the back of his head, tugging harshly on his curls. He grunts, but any complaints are silenced when I crash my mouth against his. He sinks into it, grinding down onto nothing, his body hovering too far above mine.
He emits a small whine and I smile. Ridoc loses his patience with our clothing, ripping himself away to grapple with the tough material. We must look ridiculous.
After an embarrassingly long time flailing to get out of our confines, we set eyes on each other. Both breathing heavily and gloriously bare. Ridoc begins another onslaught of kisses rapidly moving down. I buck my hips up, begging for him to put himself where I really need him.
Annoyingly, he does not. In fact, it feels like the closer he gets, the slower he goes.
"Ridoc," I grit out.
"I know, I know, love. Patience"
I want to smack him upside the head. What do you mean 'patience'? You dragged me here. You're the one who has been fantasising about me for months, I've been fucking patient.
An idea comes to mind. I can barely smother the smirk.
"Fine. If you're not going to do anything," I trail off and turn my gaze to the other cadet, "Sawyer?"
Immediately he rips his shirt off, as if he was waiting for an invitation before now. He practically shoves Ridoc away from me and clambers onto the bed to connect our mouths. The ice wielder yelps at being displaced and stares slack-jawed at his friend.
Sawyer doesn't seem to notice at all, too occupied with me to concern himself with anything else. I smile against his lips, letting my eyes flutter closed.
My nails scrape lightly over his back, drawing oblong patterns across the pale skin. Out of the corner of my eye, with my tongue still entangled with Sawyer's, I meet Ridoc's gaze, and smirk.
His mouth falls open as if I've offended his ancestors. I just might have, actually. Who knows what reputation the Gamlyn's have back home? The man above me still seems entirely oblivious to everything around him, and peeking into his thoughts, I can confirm he's thinking of nothing but me. It warms my body in a way I'm unfamiliar with, but completely open to. It feels good. Amazing even, to have two gorgeous men entirely enamoured with me unconcerned with anything else.
It isn't until Sawyer finally comes up for air to start fiddling with the clasp of his belt that Ridoc is shaken from his outraged stupor. He crawls back over to us and begins fondling my boobs from the side, thumbs stimulating the nipples. He slowly brings his mouth back to mine, balancing precariously on his haunches at my side.
Sawyer lets out a small disgruntled sound when he has to temporarily get off the bed to remove his pants and boxers. The ice wielder seizes the opportunity in record time, using to climb on top of me once again. The metallurgist looks positively distressed when he returns to the mattress, and he no longer has access to me.
He tries to shove Ridoc off me a second time, but the other rider is prepared this time, and doesn't budge. "Ridoc, move. You're hogging her," Sawyer complains.
Ridoc responds in true childlike fashion, "You did too. It's my turn."
"I barely had any time at all," he retorts, reaching an arm across my body and under Ridoc, then leaning sideways to make room for himself. They fight each other like that, and if I wasn't so needy and wet, I'd laugh. But that was not our current reality.
"Stop fighting," I whine, dragging out the syllables, "Need you"
This immediately grabs their attention.
"You need who, sweetheart?" Ridoc asks in a quiet, almost patronising voice.
"Both. Need both of you," my breathy words are emphasised by the arching of my back, tempting them further. As if they weren't already tempted enough.
The riders look at each other, then back to me, seeming to have made a silent agreement. Ridoc shimmies down while kissing every inch of skin he can reach. Sawyer goes back to kissing me, but this time it's slow. Full of worship.
His hands dance over my chest, caressing the skin with the same reverence as his tongue laved at mine.
Ridoc's fingers were dangerously close to where I needed him most, skimming the entrance but never dipping inside. I almost cried out when he removed them, however I was quieted by him adjusting his position so that his warm breath fanned over my centre. He used two deft fingers to spread open my folds for his viewing pleasure, and smirked.
He was about to dive in. Like, he was literal milliseconds away from plunging his tongue inside of me when Sawyer pulled away from my mouth, and reached down to yank Ridoc back by the hair with more force than what was strictly necessary.
"How come you get to eat her out first?"
He responds while his hair is still held in Sawyer's firm grip "I'm the one that got us in this situation, it's only fair I get to—"
"Stop! Please just— please," I don't even care how whiny I sound right now, I just need someone to give me an orgasm before I combust.
Sawyer reluctantly relinquishes the other man's curly locks, while Ridoc sports a mocking grin. He is finally, finally allowed to drag a long swipe through the gathered slick. The air is pushed out of my lungs, my eyes rolling back slightly.
It definitely has been way too long since I've gotten laid if just this is rocking my world.
Once he collected as much arousal as humanly possible, he retracts the muscle, savouring the taste of me. A low rumble emanates from his chest.
"You know, you're really missing out, Sawyer. She tastes—"
Ridoc's taunt is abruptly cut off due to his hair being grabbed roughly once again. He is shoved right against my heat, nose sitting between my lips.
"Either eat her out, or I'll show you how it's done"
The challenge sparks something within Ridoc, eyes igniting at the prospect of losing this new contest. Their gazes stay intertwined while the ice wielder makes a meal of me with renewed vigour.
It feels like no time at all has passed before I'm dangling off the edge. Ridoc has his tongue working away whilst his thumb rubs little circles on my clit. Despite Sawyer's earlier complaints, he appears to have no problems just watching his friend devour me. I can't say I blame him. Ridoc has turned into a performance. Not only is he playing my body like a fiddle, but his is moving fluently with him. Almost like he's more liquid than solid. If I could actually lift my torso long enough to really see him, I'm sure I too would be mesmerised.
Release crashes down upon me with no warning. Ridoc doesn't mind though, dutifully lapping up every last bit.
Both of their arousals' are prominent and on full display. I'm breathing hard, Ridoc is donning a dazed smile, his chin glistening, and Sawyer is rubbing circles with one hand on my stomach, and the other on Ridoc's back to help calm us down.
We bask in the stillness for a moment. A very short moment, of course. Ridoc doesn't really do silences after all.
His thumb is back inside of me, just barely penetrating. My walls flutter around the intrusion nonetheless, causing the corners of his lips to curve.
"So eager. So insatiable. What do you want, hmm? Tell us."
At this point, my mind is still muddled. Forming full sentences is daunting. And they'd have to be somewhat coherent too! Fuck that.
"Both"
"You have us, both of us," Ridoc says, like he's trying to console a child, which, honestly? It's not an unfair comparison right now.
"No! Both," I reiterate.
Realisation dawns on them simultaneously.
"At the same time?" Sawyer asks, surprise and shock evident in his tone.
I merely nod, not being able to manage much more. (I could, but I don't want to. Being taken care of feels nice.)
Once more, they communicate with each other, assumedly asking if the other consents and is on board. An eternity passes before the riders subtly nod. First at each other, then me.
"I don't have lube," Sawyer states, addressing a problem I hadn't even thought of. Not that I'm doing much thinking.
Ridoc rushes to his leathers and begins rifling through the pockets, cock swinging between his legs at each jerky movement. We could see him getting increasingly frustrated, but eventually he ripped out a small one use tube of lube and two condoms with a face splitting grin.
"uh uh, no condoms. I'm on the fertility blockers. I wanna feel all of you"
"Fuck me, I was hoping you'd say that," Ridoc groans. However, the ice wielder and I glance at Sawyer to garner his opinion.
He shrugs, "Fuck 'em"
Ridoc throws them down and clamours toward us.
"I was expecting tonight to be fun, but I had no Idea it would turn into this," he says, his eyes appraising my body head to toe.
He connects our mouths, his hands wrap around my waist, lifting me so our bodies are pressed together. Only once we've run out of oxygen does he stop and look to Sawyer.
"Have you ever done anal before?" he turns to me, "Have you?"
Both of us chorus different forms of no.
"Alright then, Sawyer, you take the front, I'll take the back," they move to their positions in tandem. We're all lying on our sides; Sawyer gently starts nudging a finger in, quickly upgrading to two just because of the sheer amount of wetness already there.
They both coo at me as small whines escape. After at least a good five-ish minutes of stretching me out with his long fingers, Sawyer props the bulbous head of his flushed cock at my entrance. Despite our compromising positions, he still has this boyish innocence about him. At least in terms of looks. Inside his head is complete filth, shattering the shy-boy act.
Ridoc's thoughts are no better, but he's never tried to hide it.
Sawyer pushes in just a bit, likely relishing in the sharp exhale it awards him. Gently, he coaxes the rest of his length inside. It fills me perfectly that I have to take a moment to just breathe before commenting.
"So big," it's nothing more than a breath, lighter than mesh, however their sharp hearing, honed for battle, pick it up anyway.
His chest swells almost imperceptibly. The smug look he shoots Ridoc —to which the rider in question no doubt rolled his eyes at— on the other hand, was less so.
"Yeah yeah, whatever, you just keep her still, okay?"
Ridoc squeezes about half the small tube of lube out onto his hand. He warms it up and then fucks it into me, starting right off the bat with two long fingers. A breath is punched out of me, the stretch unfamiliar, yet not unpleasant. His voice is right beside my ear, quietly praising me.
"Good girl, that's it. You can take it," the warm air tickles my neck causing shivers to run down my spine.
After he's satisfied, fitting four digits inside the tight ring of muscles, he squeezes the rest of the tube's contents directly onto his erect dick. Ridoc pumps himself in a way that seems like he's trying to tease me, but is too impatient to actually do so.
"You sure you wanna do this?"
"Uh huh, I'm sure. Promise"
He notches his tip between my cheeks, then stops momentarily to whisper in my ear: "Deep breath for me, okay sweetheart? It's gonna be a big stretch"
Sawyer rolls his eyes so hard, he moves his entire head in an attempt to fully convey his exasperation.
"If we weren't having sex right now, I'd hit you"
"You should do it anyway. I might like it," Ridoc counters.
With that, he thrusts his hips forward, enveloping at least four inches into me.
"Fuck!" I exclaim, scrunching my eyes shut.
"Shit, was that too much at once?"
"No... no, I just. I need a minute"
He accepts my answer, burying his face in the crook of my neck to cover the area in kisses. Sawyer plays with my hair, and mumbles affirmations I can't truly hear, but I like the sound of his voice either way.
I calm down enough to think somewhat clearly. Usually their thoughts would be annoying, but right now, it's just a steady stream of infallible devotion coming from both of them. It's almost too much. Like I need a distraction before the warmth suffocates me.
"Okay, keep going," I murmur.
His hands reposition themselves to curl around my waist. This time, he eases himself in little by little. Even then, sharp exhales escape me periodically causing him to pause. He helps me take him in further by encouraging me to inhale deeply every time he's about to sink in another inch.
It's not long until Ridoc is fully sheathed. He sighs in relief, his body melting into the coverlets as his grip on me tightens. It's grounding in a way I haven't felt since before the executions.
Sawyer leans forward, pressing our chest together and I think he's going to kiss me, but instead his arm snake behind my head to grasp Ridoc's jaw. He pulls him forward so that my back is flush against his chest and their lips collide in a searing kiss. They've crowded me in and I've never felt safer. This is what I want to be waiting for me when I meet Malek.
Sawyer pulls away and his eyes soften as they land on me.
"You ready angel?"
I bite my lip, the anticipation of what's to come roiling around and wreaking havoc on my insides.
Sawyer mimics Ridoc's earlier ultimatum, "Yes, or no?"
I'm tempted to tease them with silence, but decide otherwise.
"Yeah. I'm ready"
"Alright, we'll start with what's familiar," Ridoc declares, signaling Sawyer to move first. He begins with a slow rock and yet even those small movements make me want to moan like I'm being paid to be on camera.
They both try to make it so I just feel Sawyer for now, but it's impossible not to notice Ridoc's girth prodding at my insides, even if it is just by a minuscule amount.
One of my arms reaches for the metallurgist, nails leaving red marks streaked across his freckled skin as I try fruitlessly to bring us even closer. My other arm reaches blindly behind me toward the other man. I hook my fingers around the back of Ridoc's neck to coax force his head down, and turn my head to the side so I could kiss him.
He puts up a net force of zero newtons to dissuade me, eagerly allowing my tongue access. He groans, and I can feel the vibrations reverberate through my skull. He separates us, a thin string of saliva stretching across the distance created.
"Please. Please say I can move, I need to move. Need to feel you," he begs, face pressed against the underside of my jaw. It comes out in pants, as if the act of restraining himself was more strenuous than his daily work outs.
I scan his expression, taking note of the undiluted need in his eyes. I don't know if I'm ready for the pace he'll set. And if I asked him to slow down? I'm not sure he could.
So, I make a compromise.
"Stop," I command. My voice isn't loud, but Sawyer hears it, and obeys without question.
"Keep still. Both of you," Ridoc lets out a whimper. It sounds like he's about to cry; if his face was in view, I think I might actually be able to see tears forming.
"Shh, it's okay, it's okay," Sawyer consoles his friend, "I know you're desperate, but we gotta be patient for her."
I can't help but smile to myself. I mean really, the dichotomy of the Ridoc before entering me —suave, confident, the picture of a sex god taken form— and this puddle of desire is truly priceless.
I put them both out of their misery and start rocking back and forth. It feels heavenly. Constantly being filled and empty at the same time is an experience I never knew I needed. The best part? The very evident struggle on Sawyer's face which I'm sure Ridoc mimics ten-fold from having to remain motionless.
Sawyer's hand on my waist trembles with the effort not to leave bruises. Ridoc has thrown caution to the wind, he has one arm under me that curls up just under my breasts keeping our upper bodies together, while the other has a death grip on Sawyer's shoulder.
I want to turn the tables, want to tease them. I want to tell them how well behaved they're being for me but the sensations pouring throughout my body from my own ministrations render me speechless.
"Oh fuck, FUCK! Ple-please don't stop moving. Sweetheart, please, 'm begging you," Ridoc rambles under his breath while Sawyer has his eyes scrunched in effort not to make any sounds. If it weren't for my inntinnsic abilities, I'd think he's in pain, but no. He's just trying really hard not to cum too fast. I'd smile if I wasn't fighting off an orgasm myself.
I can feel them pulsing inside me. Mine and Ridoc's moans synchronise, filling the room's air with a symphony of sounds.
The coil inside me tightened unbearably. Every second that ticked by was a fight to hold on. I could practically hear Ridoc's teeth grinding, both of them clenching their jaws in restraint.
More helpless pleas fell from the ice wielder's lips, however unnecessary they were; I had no intention of stopping.
I couldn't take it anymore. I clenched around the both of them, loud, lewd moans ringing out across the room as I came. I can only manage slight rocking as I come down from my high. Breath still uneven, I realise neither had cum with me. My brows pull into a furrow until I feel warm air skitter along the sensitive skin of my neck, causing shivers to run down my spine.
"You didn't think we were done, did you sweetheart?" Ridoc questions. His voice is taunting, almost cruel, but still sends heat shooting through me.
Fuck. That's the kinda shit I'm attracted to? Oh well, I guess I did always fall for the villain in books.
"Now it's your turn to stay still," Sawyer chimes in, and the gravely tone to his voice surprises me. Who knew he had it in him?
A whimper escapes me, and my thighs clench. Sawyer takes one hand, placing it under my chin to lift my head. He plants a gentle kiss on my nose before whispering; "Hold on darling, this is gonna be a lot, but I know you can take it, huh," he uses his grip to nod my head for me, "Yes, you can. Our good girl"
"Your good girl," I echo dumbly.
"That's right. Nice and loud for us now. Let everyone know"
I didn't get to process that comment before they both pushed in to the hilt simultaneously, effectively rearranging my insides. I (unintentionally) do as told. I let them know, let everyone hear it. Amari, I hope no one finds out it's us. Sex is one thing, no one'll blink an eye at that, but news of a threesome just might pique some interest, and I really don't need extra attention on me.
I shudder at the image of all those thoughts bombarding me. Would it hurt? Would I finally crack? Would people find out I'm a—
My line of thinking is rudely interrupted by them pulling out and Fuck, I think they took my soul with them. Sawyer and Ridoc are so in sync with each other and it's absolutely ruining me. I can't breathe with the practically inhuman pace they've set. It's impossible.
My moans don't have the chance to be loud with the way I can't take a full breath. Lewd wet clapping sounds take their place, along with the other rider's groans.
Their movements are becoming frantic, less precise; they're close.
"Ridoc. Ridoc!" Sawyer gasps in between gulps of air with increasing urgency.
"I know, Sawyer. Believe me, I know. Me too. Are you ready?"
The question clearly isn't for me, yet I scrape together an answer in spite of it, "Wai- wait for me. I'm almost there," I pitch roughly two octaves higher than my usual tone half way through, I am, however, unable to find a fuck to give.
"Help her," Ridoc commands, and yet before he even opened his mouth, Sawyer got the memo to reach down, rubbing my clit in tight figure eights. I thought I was the mind reader.
Everything is too much, as it often is with them. I bite down on the metallurgist's shoulder, hard, certainly much harder than I'd meant to. Sawyer and I are the first to fall, Ridoc following just seconds after.
Gradually they slow their thrusts. helping me come down from the high gently. I watch them kiss each other reverently through bleary eyes, and smile. This really was the best night ever.
I try to fight sleep. Try to find the energy to go again because I don't know what will happen once we leave this room. If the spell will be broken. And if so, I want this to last as long as possible. Unfortunately, I am bound by my own physical limits, and by the looks of it, so are they. We drift off just like that. Still huddled together, gripping each other like it's the last time.
In here, it just might be.