Page 14 of Misfit (Starshine)

Arlon moaned against her lips before his muscles relaxed as he surrendered to them.

Garrett’s hands tightened on his waist before he slowly, carefully eased into him.

The stretch was more than he expected, and Arlon’s breath left him in a rush.

His arms trembled, but Bridgette was there to support him, her lips smiling against his.

“He’s thick, isn’t he?” she purred, and Arlon wordlessly nodded. “You’re taking him so well.”

The praise washed over him like a warm breeze, sending gooseflesh skittering over his skin as Garrett gave a slow, shallow thrust. Arlon let out a low moan as Bridgette kissed down his jaw.

Her voice was a breathy whisper by his ear.

“That’s it, big boy.” Her soft hand reached down to wrap around Arlon’s dripping length. “Let me hear you.”

“F-fuck,” Arlon gasped, skin rippling as Garrett’s hips came to rest against his ass, his cock sheathed fully inside of him.

“Still alright?” Garrett asked, his own voice breathless with desire.

Arlon’s head swam, lost in the high of pleasure. “Do you feel me tapping? ”

Bridgette smirked against his neck before her teeth nipped gently. The spark of pain made Arlon’s cock twitch in her grip.

“Sure don’t,” Garrett chuckled before he inched out, pulling back to the tip. “But I do want to hear you shout.”

Garrett’s hips snapped forward in one smooth motion, and Arlon’s breath left him in a guttural groan.

Bridgette’s hand sped up around his cock, and Arlon quivered helplessly, torn between trying to thrust into her grip even as Garrett fucked into him again.

It was a little rougher, a little deeper, and Arlon did shout then, his eyes flying wide as pleasure sparked through his body.

Arlon became aware of every way they were connected. From Bridgette’s hand on his cock, her body so close to him that he could smell the scent of cloves and apple blossom clinging to her, to Garrett’s hard length inside of him, his strong grip on his waist.

Arlon’s mind went blank between the two of them, all fear and doubt erased by their touch and mutual pleasure.

He rode the waves of sensation that seemed to ebb and flow with every thrust, every stroke.

A vague part of him realized he wouldn’t be able to finish like this, but he couldn’t bring himself to care.

The connection, the closeness, was somehow far more satisfying than his own pleasure.

Garrett’s pace sped up, and Arlon savored the feel of opening around him again and again. All the while, Bridgette’s hand never stopped as she murmured quiet praise and filth into his ear. “How does he feel, Arlon?”

Something like a whimper broke past his lips, a sound so out of place that he didn’t even recognize himself. “G-good,” he gasped. “ Fuck , he feels good.”

Bridgette chuckled as one hand slid through his hair before gripping hard. Arlon let out a shout of surprise as she pulled his head up, snapping him to attention. Her blue eyes were like the hottest part of a flame, alight with lust.

“Keep your eyes on me, big boy,” she said as she let his rigid cock fall from her grip. “I want to see your face when he finishes in you.”

Arlon felt like he was floating out of his body, his gaze drawn to her like a lodestone.

He didn’t think he could look away even if he wanted to.

Behind him, Garrett’s pace reached a fever pitch, his hips slapping against Arlon’s ass with each deep thrust. One arm snaked around Arlon’s chest before Garrett pulled him to kneel up, his pace never faltering.

The angle change made Arlon grunt, pulse roaring as Garrett’s thrusts got rougher, more desperate.

Tusks bit down on his shoulder, and Arlon shouted as his hand flew back to cup the other man’s head.

His hard cock bobbed with every jerk of Garrett’s hips, his tip red and leaking.

As much as he wanted to feel her grip around him again, Bridgette’s hand had found something else to do.

Arlon could only watch as Bridgette leaned back and spread her knees before her hand slid down between her legs.

She teased through pale curls until she reached the folds of her cunt and pressed one finger in.

Arlon’s length throbbed, a whimper of need escaping him as Garrett let out a low groan.

The other man tensed, and with how they were connected, Arlon could feel the way Garrett’s cock swelled before his end overtook him.

Garrett’s hips stuttered to a stop, and Arlon let out a gasp as the other man’s seed spilled into him.

Arlon quivered as lips pressed gently against the back of his shoulder, Garrett’s breath puffing against his skin.

It was both a relief and a disappointment when Garrett pulled out of him, and Arlon couldn’t help the full-bodied shudder that wracked him at the loss .

His vision swam into focus on Bridgette’s flushed face. Her lower lip was held between her teeth, two fingers buried deep in her cunt. The sight made Arlon’s hard cock bob, his need surging hot.

“Fuck,” Bridgette whispered, her voice shaky with desire. “I don’t think I could get tired of watching that.”

“Told you. Cuckquean,” Garrett chuckled before he pressed one more kiss to Arlon’s shoulder. When he gently pushed him forward, Arlon fell onto his hands and knees in front of her. “Your turn.”

Bridgette smiled as she pulled her fingers from her cunt to beckon Arlon closer. “Come on then, big boy.”

He crawled forward in a daze, closing the distance between them. Some of Garrett’s ample seed slid down his thigh, and Arlon shuddered as he wrapped his lips around Bridgette’s fingers. Her lips parted in silent, delighted surprise as Arlon sucked her clean.

Once he was finished, Bridgette wrapped her arms around him, drawing his head down to her chest. Arlon obeyed the silent order as he found one pink nipple and pulled it into his mouth.

Bridgette let out a breathy moan, her fingers gripped tight in his hair.

Arlon kissed across her pale chest, tongue darting out to taste her skin.

Bridgette squirmed, quiet sounds of pleasure escaping her until she put a hand against his chest. Arlon moved at the wordless command, falling back onto the mat so Bridgette could straddle his hips. Her silver hair fell over her shoulder as she looked down at him, her face flushed with pleasure.

“Is this alright?” she asked.

Arlon grabbed her hips, a sound of need leaving his lips like a plea for mercy. “ Yes .”

Bridgette hummed before she rocked her hips just so, and Arlon shuddered as his cock dragged across her entrance. His hands tightened on her hips, and Bridgette only teased him for a moment longer before she descended on him. The air left his lungs as her warm, wet heat enveloped him.

“Big boy, indeed,” Bridgette said around a moan.

She bit her lower lip as she settled fully onto him, her ass flush against his lap, knees resting on either side of his waist. He reached out almost reverently, his calloused hands stroking over her thighs, but he was distracted from the sight of her when Garrett came into his field of view.

Before Arlon had a chance to catch his breath, Garrett stole it all over again as he met Arlon’s lips in a gentle kiss.

The feel of his tusks added an extra level of sensation as the other man’s tongue explored his mouth.

Vaguely, Arlon realized he’d never been kissed by a man before, but he couldn’t deny how it made his pulse surge even as Bridgette started to move.

Her hands planted against his chest as she rode him, and the sound of her pleasure was only second to the feel of her rocking down onto him.

Arlon kept one hand on her hip even as his other reached up to cup Garrett’s head.

He deepened the kiss like he was starving, and Garrett groaned as he returned it in kind, tusks nipping and lips sucking.

Bridgette’s moans were like music to his ears, and when Garrett finally pulled up for a breath, Arlon was able to see her flushed grin.

“ Fuck , but that’s a sight,” she panted, hips never stilling.

“Could say the same about this,” Garrett said before his hand cupped Arlon's chin, thumb hooking into the corner of his mouth. Arlon moaned as he sucked gently, tasting the salt of sweat on the other man’s skin.

Between the two of them, Arlon couldn’t string a thought together, but it was a welcome sort of oblivion.

Arlon arched as Bridgette’s pace sped up. He felt like he was going to come apart, shatter at last between them. “Not yet,” Bridgette ordered, reading his body just as easily as Garrett did during a spar.

“Bri, please ,” Arlon begged, voice slurred around Garrett's thumb.

Bridgette slowed her hips as she smirked down at him. “I said, not yet.”

Arlon swore as his hands tightened around Bridgette’s waist. He held her still as he rolled his hips, trying to fuck up into her, desperately chasing his end.

Garrett chuckled as his thumb slid from Arlon’s mouth only to grab his wrists. He pulled them from his wife’s waist, his grip stern, before he pinned them on the mat beside Arlon’s head. It made him feel trapped, but for once, Arlon welcomed the cage.

“Is this alright?” Garrett asked, voice husky with pleasure.

“Please, please !” Arlon gasped. He rolled his hips again, but Bridgette rode the wave of his movements easily, her slow, steady pace never faltering.

“You look so good when you’re desperate,” Bridgette said. Her grin was sharp as she leaned forward, grinding her clit against Arlon’s pelvis as she said, “Almost, big boy. Hold out for me just a little longer.”

“F-fuck!” Arlon shouted, his arms straining against Garrett’s immovable hold. It was an order he didn’t know if he could obey, but godsdamn, he was willing to try for her.

Bridgette’s eyes closed, face scrunched as she upped her pace again. She rocked down against him, her back bowing as breathy sounds of pleasure broke from her lips. Arlon moved with her as best as he could until she doubled over with a shout of bliss.

“Let me see it, Arlon," she moaned as pleasure wracked through her body.

Arlon let out a shout of pure relief as his end crashed through him.

It felt so good it hurt, but he savored the ache that bloomed with every contraction.

Above him, Bridgette’s moan shuddered out of her as her walls rippled and squeezed in time with Arlon’s own heartbeat.

The pleasure seemed to last forever before it abated, leaving him breathless and panting on the mat.

He wasn’t sure how long he floated in the haze of bliss, unable to string a single thought together. He just savored it, feeling safe and warm and satiated. Gentle lips and tusks brushed his forehead, easing him out of it.

“Are you alright?” Garrett asked.

Arlon blinked his eyes open and found the two of them looking back at him. Garrett sat on the mat beside him, wearing a smile that he just couldn’t seem to get rid of. Bridgette had moved to rest her chin against the expanse of Arlon’s chest as she grinned up at him.

Something in their attention cut through his haze of pleasure. Bliss turned to panic in between heartbeats as he came crashing back into himself. Every fear, every uncertainty flooded him, suddenly making it hard to breathe.

Bridgette saw it first, her smile fading as she sat up. “Arlon?”

“I have to…” he started, but he didn’t know how to finish the sentence. His thoughts had ground to a halt, leaving him with nothing but the desire to flee.

“Hey, it’s alright,” Garrett said, but Arlon couldn’t even begin to understand how.

He’d just taken a step he couldn’t return from, and it felt like jumping into a pit without knowing how deep the bottom lay.

Whether it would be a short or long drop before he inevitably shattered at the end of it.

The thought of all the hurt that was bound to occur left him reeling, the fear squeezing tight around his lungs as he grabbed his discarded clothes, pulling his shorts back on.

“Arlon, talk to us,” Garrett said, worry coloring his voice, but Arlon was already on his feet. He took the stairs out of the dungeon three at a time before he emerged into Fawn’s office, but the Grandmaster wasn’t behind her desk.

He couldn’t stay here. Couldn’t wait for Garrett and Bridgette to come up and prove his every fear right. He fled the office, but his room didn’t feel safe either, not when it was so close to theirs.

Instead, Arlon went to the only truly safe place he knew and was grateful to find the door to Fawn’s quarters unlocked.