Page 21 of Bender

“Okay. Not scared. You’re tense, and I can feel it. You can’t tell me I’m wrong about that.” Konrad’s patience is endless. Part of me wants to push back against it to see what happens when he loses it, but the bigger part of me is happy just leaning in to his calm energy.

“What’s your color, Blu?” Grey asks, and then he giggles when he realizes how silly it sounds. We’ve given ourselves color names, we either don’t remember the ones given to us by the families or we’re desperate to forget them. I giggle, too.

“Yellow? I think,” I say.

I don’t want to stop, don’t want to end this perfect moment between all of us. I’m afraid if Konrad lays me down to touch me the way he touched Grey, with his hands and his mouth, I’ll freak out and destroy everything.

“Then you have to use your words, Blu. You have to tell me what you need in order to move forward, if you don’t want to stop.” Konrad’s warm and kind as he says it, but there’s no ignoring the command in his tone. If I want more, I’ll have to be the one asking for it.

My hips rock over the bulge that’s notched between my butt cheeks. Every roll presses my center against his hardness, and I can’t help but chase the feelings that spark with each nudge.

“I can’t be… I can’t be normal. Like, beneath you. I can’t. I’m sorry I—” The words rasp out around the painful lump in my throat.

“Oh, Sweetheart, you have no reason to be sorry. You’re in control here. I can give you pleasure without holding you down. If you want me to. Do you trust me?” Konrad’s forehead meets mine, our faces so close we must be cross-eyed.

I don’t have to think about it. I do trust him. More than I think I trust myself. Grey slides to his knees in a breathy sigh and flops his head into my lap. His too-long hair covers his eyes, and his skinny arms wrap around my calves.

“I do. I trust you, Konnie.” My head nods with my words until Konrad cups my cheek in his hand and turns my mouth to his.

“Then I’m going to kiss you, Blu. After that, I’m going to sit you on this table and spread your legs wide and lick you until you feel better than you’ve ever felt before. And Grey’s gonna help me, right?” he promises.

“How will I help?” Grey asks, a shy smile overtaking his handsome face. The two men are a study in opposites. Grey’s delicate and sweet faced despite all the horrors he’s endured. Konrad, for all his rugged good looks, wears the hardships of his journey in the set of his firm lips, and the flinty expression he gets in his eyes with other people.

“Like this, okay?” Konrad lifts me onto the table and slides his hands under my shirt until it’s rucked up beneath my chin. “You play with these sweet little tits while I give our precious girl special kisses like the ones you got.”

Konrad holds Grey’s hands in his and wraps his fingers around the tight furls of my nipples. The bumpy nubs of them barely stab up from my ribcage with me lying on my back. Konrad keeps promising to feed us until we put meat on our bones, but for now, Grey and I are both super skinny. Too skinny.

My lack of boobs would probably embarrass me if I couldn’t see the lust on both of their faces as they watch the way their attention on them makes me squirm.

“Like this?” Grey asks Konrad.

“Yes!” we both answer. My hips twist and wiggle at the edge of the table, one of my arms twisted above my head to help me crane my neck to watch them. Konrad takes his hands away, and then it’s just Grey tweaking and tugging at my nipples.

“You…you can kiss them, too,” I suggest, shocking myself with my own forwardness and bravery.

“Good to know,” Grey says, a bit of confidence turning his words smug as he watches the way arousal makes my body writhe for him.

“Now, I’m gonna take these sleep shorts down, pull off your panties, and use my mouth on the perfect pussy I know they’re hiding. Right?” Konrad asks.

“R-right,” I say back.

“And if you get scared or you need either of us to stop, you’re going to…” Konrad trails off, waiting for me to finish the sentence, even as his strong fingers pull my shorts and panties down and off.

“Say red to stop or yellow to slow down,” I gasp just when he bows his head to blow hot breath over my mound.

“What color are you, right now, Jellybean?” he check in.

“Green, Konnie. So, so green.” I want to feel his mouth on me way more than I’m willing to let the past control me. Konrad and Grey won’t hurt me. I believe it clear to my soul.

Chapter

Nineteen

BENDER

Blu’s eyes meet mine above Grey’s bent head. The younger man is so intent on toying with her nipples I’m unsure he’s even aware of how his fingers and mouth on them is making her writhe. Her soft smile is strained, the lust in her eyes making it clear she’s fighting to stay still.

“You with me, Sweetheart?” I ask.

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