Fed, they began to fight and argue on who could sleep with her over huge glasses of alcohol which she sipped on from a tinier cup. The liquid was spicy on her tongue and burned as it went down. She sat out on the snappy drinking games as the prize, laughed as they slapped at palms and hissed at one another through the shots.
They were mostly drunk when they eventually decided on a king size with her, Ezra and Oliver. The winners were smug, parading around with her cuddled in their arms as they turned on a movie. It was a good one with a lot of fighting, and a lot of noise.
Eventually she stood, extracted herself from the sticky grasp of MinJae's arms and Ezra's legs. Then moved to the kitchen for a glass of water to clear the alcohol from her system. Her head was not overly cloudy from the wine that lit up her insides. She moved to stare aimlessly out through the windows. It was large revealed the city skyline painted in their pastel colours to welcome their tour, and oh so breath-taking.
But she didn't think about the size of the galaxy as she stared at nature drinking from the cup. God no she wasn't that kind of astrology girl, although her mind did however drift to her baby girl for a moment of innocence. In fact, she was thinking about sex.
Amber rubbed a hand through her face, felt herself grow warm with how stupidly horny she was being. Her mind darted, mouth empty as she reflected on her day. Her mind soared as it searched for memories of thick, girthy cocks that were pink, pretty and heavy on her tongue. It flew towards dreams of a thick, long length that would pound into her insides so much better than fingers and silicon could.
It was kind of a let down that she couldn't fuck her boys, but she wouldn't mind sucking cocks.
"You want to suck a cock?"
She jumped, spilling water down her front, choked on her spit as Sieon revealed himself from the darkness of the doorway. He grinned, the angles on his face made sharper by the shadows. Outside, the sound of explosions continued.
"Shh, baby," he smirked, "don't worry won't judge you from wanting to suck dick. I'm flattered." He pressed a hand to his chest. His voice was husky, feet huge and obnoxious as he flounced to her side not giving a damn about being quiet.
"How do you—I wasn't—"
"Your soul bond's being really receptive today," he answered her, fingers drifting over her skin, "words are on your neck."
"It's on my neck?" she blushed, felt redness drift across her cheeks. "Oh god, kill me now." But her eyes darted down just as he shifted with long legs to stand beside her, leaning against the kitchen island with a graceful slide. "What else is it saying huh?"
"You want more than a cock in your mouth." Sieon murmured then blew out a breath. "You know what? I don't care if your body switches mid-fuck I'll pull out in time. I think I'm fast enough." He made a face, lips pressed together almost in resignation. "And if I were to end up fucking JieMi in the ass, who cares? He doesn't. I don't. We're good."
"What?" her eyes fluttered, "Sieon." She noticed now the boner in his sweat pants, noticed the tent of his arousal as he brushed back long brown locks from his eyes. It strained against the soft grey, outlined and dipped into the mushroom head. And she gulped when she noticed quite quickly as his lover that he was not wearing any underwear. "You planned this."
He laughed. "Come here, let's have a quickie before the others know. Before they get mad and tell us this is wrong and we should wait until your soul is settled and safe." He pressed a kiss to her shoulder. "I'm your soulmate, I know exactly what you want."
"You're serious," she gasped as he pulled her close, pushed her body against the counter top, trailing kisses down her spine from behind. His hand caught hers against the counter and they laced with her fingers, pressing her tight against the marble.
But her heart was soaring, and her smile was spreading across her lips. Finally. Her fingers traced down his muscles, tugged at his sweatpants and he allowed her to touch him, hard, warm, velvety and weeping in her palm. His penis jerked and he let loose a groan, muttering expletives.
"Yeah, and I miss you?" His fingers twisted down, sank deep into the warmth of her, then began scissoring as a thumb rubbed against her clit. She gasped as he fondled, felt wet flesh that squeezed around his fingers. "Got a rubber, don't worry." She heard the crackle of a wrapper, and pleasure build as he pumped at her most sensitive parts. "This will be quick enough, in and out. We both cum and then we go back. No one has to know."
"You don't want them to know." He pressed a kiss to her lips with a ferocity that she didn't realise he had, and dug his free hand into her hair, his touch scalding her flesh as he tasted her. But he left just as quickly, turned to whisper against her ear, his breath tickling her neck.
"Of course, if they knew they'd whip my ass. I'll be kneeling on the floor, begging for mercy."
"And mine."
"They might spank it," he cursed as she shuddered against him, "orgasm denials always Minnie's thing."
"Mmmm," she hummed as he nudged his tip against her slit, his hands strumming her clit with skill he'd learnt from his time with her. He was true to his words, quick acting as his cock positioned and then sank, slowly but surely into her. He went in deep without warning, slow but not slow enough.
The first taste of his cock after months away from him and her soul seemed to know that the connection snapping into heightened pleasure. Her body releasing all of its desires and needs for companionship.
"Fuck," she hissed, felt the discomfort of the stretch. On a better day, he'd spend an hour eating her out before they got to this point. He choked back a moan against her throat, and she felt the need to see him, but he kept her there facing the door. He feathered kisses down her throat and a quick glance back had her eyes on his expression—fucked out and filled with wonder.
"Sorry, and shhh don't want them knowing." He groaned as he bottomed out completely, and her eyes rolled as she felt him still. "If someone walks in, I'm just kissing your neck." She was more sensitive than ever with the sound of her boys in the living room screaming at the television to the sounds of gunshots and she grew choked. This couldn't be happening.
"Goddamn it Sieon."
"Isn't this fun?" he chuckled, slapping his hips into her, rolling carefully so that he would hit all the right places. He hissed a moan against her flesh when her insides squeezed, and suckled on his cock as he pulled out and slammed back in. His eyes were dark, a void of the galaxy with a million stars. "I won't last, what about you?"
"I'm going to cum," she answered truthfully, felt it rush up to her so quickly she was panting.
"Can feel you quivering around me, squeezing, I—"
"Sieon." The voice from before them called and they both froze as Oliver stepped into the kitchen eyes darting to them. Her heart stuttered and her tongue flopped about for an excuse. It felt as if they were kids, caught with a cookie each far past bedtime. "Oh, baby," his head turned, a dazed look in his eyes. He didn't notice their conjoined bodies, not with the island blocking his view but Amber was sure that in his right mind he would know. "Needed water?"