Page 85 of Inextricably Tied

Her hand darts between her legs, but it can’t be that easy. “With me,” Flint instructs. “No faster. No slower.” His hips keep working into Agony as he adds a thumb into the shadows above. “Touch yourself like I’m touching him.”

A groan stifles between her teeth. “I can’t reach —”

“Do it, Harbin.”

She obeys, sinking three fingers deep inside her pussy and grinding the heel of her palm against her clit. She’s hypnotized when Flint rocks forward as she wets her other fingers in her mouth. Pitiful. Pathetic. But she follows Flint’s command, dragging her slick thumb beneath her ass, whining when she rocks into both holes.

Flint hums. “That’s a good girl.”

A thought crosses Agony’s mind. A product of him or Harbinger, he doesn’t know, but with Flint grinding into him, Agony’s voice takes a wicked tilt.

“Call him ‘Daddy’.”

Harbinger shudders still. Flint grips the back of Agony’s hair. “Are you fucking…”

But Agony doesn’t miss the way Flint’s body tenses. It takes a moment for Harbin to recover, but she notices, too. How Flint hasn’t moved, sweat slipping down his throat.

“Do you like that?” she asks. Flint doesn’t respond. A slow grin creeps up her face, eyes meeting Agony’s. Organized sabotage. Agony makes a figure-eight with his hips.

“Is it green, Daddy?”

For a moment, Agony wonders if he got it wrong. If this will make Flint pull away and leave space between them. Instead, Flint shuts his eyes. Grits his teeth. “Yes.”

“I need to hear the color, Sir.” Agony stirs his hips until Flint’s claws dig in.

“Fuck.”

“That’s not a color.”

Flint tries to retract, but there’s no chance now. “Tell me, Daddy,” Agony purrs. Flint jerks Agony’s head back until his throat is bared to Flint’s mouth.

“It’s green.”

Harbinger whines, trying helplessly to fuck herself on her fingers.

“You need more, baby?” Agony pouts. “Then tell Daddy all about it.”

Whimpers fall from her mouth, body arching and desperate, and Agony wants to run his tongue over every inch of her. She’s close to slipping off the TV stand, needy for it, teeth scraping her lip as Flint tries to regain control.

“Look at me,” he demands.

She can’t keep her eyes open, torn apart with moans.

“If you look away, I stop.”

That gets her attention. Agony’s already groaning at the stillness of Flint’s hips.

“Gods, please look at him,” Agony begs. By some divine fortitude, she meets Flint’s eyes until he starts fucking into Agony again.

“Take your hands away,” Flint adds cruelly. It pains her to obey. “Good girl. So you do know how to listen.”

Harbinger curses under her breath. Flint slams into Agony. “I don’t even know if he can come.” Flint turns Agony’s face in one hand. “Can you, little terror?”

Right now, Agony can’t do anything but groan. Flint smirks. “You might not get to come, Harbinger. Might edge both of you.”

Pitiful sounds split her lips. “Gods, please don’t…”

“Then beg me.”