Page 53 of Bartender Mate

He hummed in pleasure at hearing my harsh, demanding tone–so rare to make an appearance–and got to work. My hands tightened in his hair as I lost myself in Radon’s unrelenting rhythm, my knot inflating with each rock and roll of his delicious mouth.

The lust which had dusted the room started to dig into me. My bones softened and the raging fire that was coming from Tess and Asteroid finally rolled down my spine. Every groan from the bed behind us seemed to only spur Radon on.

His mouth was a forbidden fantasy, all wrapped around my cock like this, sucking and licking and fucking me so good, until I couldn’t see straight. Just as the rush of blood was filling my veins and a roar of ecstasy was building on my lips, Radon pulled off with a sultry pop, leaving me panting in shock.

My eyes flew wide. I’d been so fucking close…

“I’m going to fuck you so good, mate,” Radon growled, fisting my protesting cock and holding it steady until I came down from my almost release. Then he reached for the waiting lube on the nightstand while I fought to catch my breath, still reeling from the sudden cessation of motion and pleasure. “Don’t you dare cum until I’m inside of you.”

“Shit,” I hissed as he hefted me off the chair and shoved me toward the bed. Landing face down, I was suddenly folded over the soft surface with my knees braced on the cold floorboards and my ass in the air. Radon kicked my feet apart and settled between my legs. A lewd moan escaped my lips as I wriggled my hips back and forth, seeking his warmth. “Need you, mate.”

My hips bucked as Radon slicked up my crack with a healthy dose of the slippery liquid. It dripped down, coating my balls and knot, drawing a needy snarl from my lips.

“Yeah?” Radon let loose a throaty chuckle which tightened my balls and made my dick throb painfully. He loved edging me like this, all boneless and filled with wanting. “You want it good, mate?” he taunted, two fingers spearing into me as he worked my cock with the other hand. “How do you want it, Rad. Hard and fast, or slow and deep?”

“Deep,” I groaned, working my ass against the invasion of his fingers as they twisted and scissored inside of me, just shy of hitting the sweet spot. “No,” I growled impatiently as he began teasing me with some shallower thrusts, adding a third finger to ensure I was good and ready for him. “I said deeper, Rad. Give me all of you. I need your knot. Right fucking now.”

“So demanding,” he mock-admonished. However his breath was just as ragged as my own as he repositioned himself at my entrance.

A hand caressed my cheek, the soft fingers tracing over the dips and rises of my face.

“Look at me, mate,” Tess purred.

Unable to deny my female anything, I turned to take in the sight of her face slack with pleasure and absolutely radiant with its soft sheen of sweat. The lewd smack of Asteroid’s hips against her ass filled the room, making the wooden frame shudder beneath us.

“You’re so beautiful like this, Q,” she cooed, dipping her hand under the curtain of my hair to find my horn ridges. I groaned in pleasure again, shivering from the erotic caress. “I fucking love seeing your face all twisted with want.” She shifted her eyes to Radon. “Feed him your cock, mate. Make sure he feels your knot all the way down to his toes.”

With a grunt, Radon obliged. His magnificent cock was thicker than Asteroid’s. The stretch was sharp and soothing all at once. I loved every moment of burn as my body was forced to accommodate his girth. While our mates worked us over, urging us both to impossible heights, Tess’s hand tangled with mine. Our eyes were locked tight as the heat of my next release rippled and bubbled beneath the surface, promising a reckoning like no other.

With each sure stroke, Radon found that sweet spot inside of me, setting off the fireworks.

“I’m gonna cum, Rad,” I panted, my body going tense to accept the bone melting pleasure my mate was determined to wring from my soul. His fist tightened around my inflating knot. At the same moment, Tess’s fingers gripped mine as she arched, screaming her joy to the stars as she thrashed out her own release.

I shattered under the weight of her orgasm as the power of her pleasure hurtled me out of my body–free of any worldly cares or woes–and into the great beyond, tasting the vast expanse of space.

Radon grunted behind me, squeezing my knot as hard as he could, making my vision white out and forcing another orgasm to rocket through my body. I clenched down around his cock, hard, convulsing in place as I roared. One final thrust and I felt the shift in our positions. My heart soared at the little pop of his knot fitting past the thick ring of muscles in my ass, tying us together. The sensation of my mate filling me up to bursting and beyond was brilliant, like sunlight ripping through the clouds. Each tiny shudder and twitch of his release as Radon spent his seed deep inside me sent delicious shock waves through my body.

“Fuck, Q,” Radon sighed, nuzzling the back of my neck. “You rip me apart every time and then put me back together.”

All I could do was grunt in agreement.

That was exactly what we did for each other. None of our pieces really fit together in isolation but together the tapestry which came together was fucking glorious.

As we all floated down from the collective high–collapsed in a sweaty, hot mess of limbs–Tess’ lips found mine for a gentle kiss which stole my breath away.

“Thank you, Q,” she whispered.

“For what?” I mumbled, only half awake.

“For teaching me what it means to be someone’s fated mate.”

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Soft fingersin my hair woke me. The delicate touch called to me from the depths of sleep, along with the gentle whisper of my name. Blinking, I stretched. We’d made a habit of sleeping in a tangle on Tess’s small bed. She argued that it was a queen size, but no queen I knew slept in a bed that small.

“Q? Wake up, my mate,” she hummed in my ear, her touch light and playful. “Wanna show you something.”

“Is it your pussy?” I mumbled, still half in dream land. “‘Cause I could definitely use a refresher.”

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