Page 72 of Inextricably Tied

“Yes,” Harbinger strains, but Flint keeps himself out of reach.

“Show me, then. Show me why I should fuck that tight little pussy instead of my hand.”

Frustration arches through her body. “Fucking…” But she keeps circling her hips, chasing his skin against hers and lifting onto her elbows. It makes Flint’s dick twitch. That same determined look she had their first night together, trying to envelop him completely before he’d even spread her over one finger.

“Aw, he’s making you work for it, huh?” Agony coos into her ear, but she grits her teeth, focused on the tight circles her hips are making. It’s the unstoppable force of Harbinger’s need meeting the immovable object of Flint’s determination.

He could keep her there for hours. Make her beg. Make her sweat.

A whine builds in Harbinger’s throat. She’s slick against him, frantic for friction, grinding out her desire while Agony laughs in her ear.

“You’re making a mess,” Flint chides. The words tighten the circles of her hips.

“I want your dick,” she growls, but there’s so little fight in it when she keeps working herself against his thigh.

Agony leans closer. “I don’t know if you want it bad enough. Maybe he should make you get off on his thigh and never let you have it.”

“That’s right, baby.” Flint’s eyes meet Agony over Harbinger’s body, Flint’s palm spreading over her chest, giving her another shot of contact. “Show me how bad you want it. Show me the thought is enough to make you come.”

She doesn’t slow, reaching back to grip the slab and fumbling for Agony’s hand. There’s a flicker on his face, desire to twine their fingers together, but he withdraws. “Don’t touch me, baby,” he murmurs against her neck, eyes cutting to Flint as Harbinger cries out her frustration.

“You’re almost there.” Flint drags his hand down to her waist, tilting her up toward him. When the angle shifts, she groans, finding more leverage she can chase against him. Flint’s voice never changes. Never grows louder, a low rumble as she spirals. “Convince me.”

That’s when she breaks. When the tight groans slip between her lips, hips stuttering out of time, only getting what she’s after because Flint holds her against him. Her legs give out, but Flint keeps giving her what she needs until she comes apart, nails digging into his fingers.

“So good.” Agony mouths the curve of her shoulder. “That’s it. Let it out.” Harbinger gasps through her orgasm, sounds swallowed by his mouth. The sight of them together stokes heat in Flint’s stomach.

“Good girl.” He rakes claws gently down her chest while she writhes against him. “Such a good girl for me.”

“So good I get what I want?” Harbinger stares breathlessly up at him. With a talon, he circles her nipple, humming in thought.

“You want me to take that pussy raw?”

Even as Harbinger groans at the filthy way he says it, anxiety spikes in Flint’s chest — until he looks at Agony. Those eyes beside Harbinger’s head, next to the pitiful need on her face, and Agony nods once.

Reassurance.

“If I do,” Flint’s claw dips around her navel, “you have to be so good for me. Let me take care of you. Do exactly as I say.”

Agony sucks in a skeptical breath. “I don’t know if she can do it…”

“Fucking bastard.” She grits her teeth, a feral flare in her eyes. Her hips rock closer to Flint, her eyes glaring up at Agony. “I can be good.”

Flint huffs a laugh. “So good when you want something, huh?” But he slides the pad of his thumb against her entrance, drawing slow circles as she gasps. “But we don’t have any lube.”

“Like hell we don’t.” She almost tips off the edge of the dais, kept out of the water by Flint and Agony’s hands. She reaches for the closest edge of the pool, a metallic pitcher sitting next to a matching bowl.

“Holy oil?” Agony shakes his head, but he moves through the water to retrieve it, returning beside them with a grin. “We’re definitely going to hell now.”

“Worth it.” She reaches for the pitcher before Agony swats her hand away and pours it into the bowl. Harbinger dips the black tips of her fingers inside, but then she stops, looking up at Flint beneath her lashes.

“Can he help me?” Her fingers glide over Flint’s cock until his eyes slip shut, slick and hot and tempting all his control. After a moment, he nods, trying to focus past Harbinger’s fingers around him.

Agony hesitates. But he trails his fingers through the oil, dipping both palms into the bowl, smearing them together until there’s no mistaking the slickness. Then he reaches his cuffed hands to meet Harbinger’s.

The first touch makes Flint twitch. His mouth presses in a thin line as Agony’s eyes flash up to him, Harbinger’s teeth digging into her lip. They both work over Flint, cock slipping between their fingers, so thick they barely make their hands meet on either side. The sight is risky. Perilous. Enough to drive Flint to distraction as he grips the edge of the slab, fighting the urge to fuck into their fists.

“Gods, it’s so fucking big,” Agony breathes.