Page 83 of Inextricably Tied

But Flint goes slow. Bottoming out until Agony’s tongue drags along the underside of his cock, spurring Flint to pump harder.

A whimper comes from the bathroom.

TWENTY-NINE

Agony

Flint pauses before he thrusts slowly again, fucking Agony’s mouth as Agony relaxes his throat. Helpless sounds spill from the other room, as if Harbinger can feel it. As if Flint’s using her too.

There’s a mental block, Agony knows. Flint’s never thought of her that way. Could never use her like that. Never do anything to harm her, but the sounds she makes through the wall drive his hips faster. In Agony’s mind, she’s between them. Letting Agony guide her mouth over Flint, showing her how to take him deep while Agony whispers filth into her ear.

Chest heaving, Flint pulls Agony off of him. Agony’s head swims with want. “Not so bad letting go, huh?”

Without warning, Flint turns Agony and smears him face-down against the comforter. “How about you take this dick like I told you too?”

Harbinger’s groan echoes Agony’s as he grinds his ass back against Flint. “Yeah, that’ll fucking do it…”

But Flint hesitates, hands hovering over Agony’s body. “Where do I…”

Agony’s a mass of shadows in the shape of man with no clear place for Flint to sink into — but Agony’s also impatient. “Pick a fucking place; I’ll make room. Put it anywhere you want, just put it in me.”

There’s a little vengeance when Flint thrusts forward, bottoming out between Agony’s legs, all three of their groans filling the room. Agony grips the sheets, winding back against Flint’s hips. Flint can’t help himself.

“Aw, it’s not that big.” He grinds into Agony, stretching Agony’s cunt around his shaft. “Don’t tell me it’s too much for you.”

Agony clenches around him. “I never fucking said that.” The headboard creaks under Flint’s hand, threatening to splinter, but Agony’s goading him. Always searching for more, reaching back to dig his fingers into Flint’s hips.

“Fuck me like you hate me, if you’re so sure of it.”

It shouldn’t be a challenge. Shouldn’t give Flint pause. Flint should hate the risk Agony presents, the person he was pulled from, the danger lurking beneath his surface. Being together like this is reckless for Flint, but when their eyes meet, memories come to Agony in bursts.

Pointing to Harbinger’s sooty helmet in the yard. Catching her around the waist when Flint couldn’t. Crushing their mouths together when she came apart atop the dais.

Flint should hate Agony. So when Flint bears down, Agony lets the lie hang between them, his teeth tearing into the sheets as he takes it.

“Gods…”

Both their eyes flash up to Harbinger, catsuit undone to her hips like she might combust. Flint slows the roll of his hips, hand tight in Agony’s hair. “You’re supposed to — “

“It worked.” Her chest heaves, fingers gripping the wall like she can’t keep her legs under her. “It fucking worked, ok, I’m telling you, so can I —”

She moves toward the bed, but Flint is faster.

“Stop.”

She freezes. Panic rushes through Agony as if Flint might pull out, send them to three separate corners of the room to consider what this means. But Flint’s jaw sets.

“Sit down.”

It surprises Agony. Harbinger blinks. “Are you —”

“I said…” Flint’s voice is low and controlled. Agony gives a muffled sound when Flint drags in deeper, never dropping Harbinger’s gaze. “Sit your rebel ass down.”

It knocks her off her feet, stumbling back to the TV stand, lifting one boot to perch against it. Blackened tips of her fingers trail down the skin of her chest.

“Don’t touch yourself.”

She gapes. Agony chuckles at Flint’s command, until Flint stirs his hips again. Harbinger looks like he’s smacked a treat from her hand.