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Eddie’s final shot. You and Volt had surrendered at this point.
Volt’s last tactic was dramatically glaring at Eddie while he’s affixed to the ball.
You glued your eyes to calloused, meticulous fingers bridging the cue stick on top of his hand.
At this point, you’d given up on winning and given up on focusing on the game entirely. Despite assisting Eddie all day with chores, you’re convinced he somehow magically communicated to Volt that torturing you in another game of Billiards would be more than entertaining.
Because, why, have they both been merciless in their advances, if not to torture you?
Eddie, continuously leaned in from behind you to correct your cue angle, “inadvertently” nudging his groin against your ass. Volt, who’d coaxed you into making the worst decisions of your life on whether to play it safe or shoot a bank shot, which you’d never even thought of until you started playing with them.
Eddie did a few practice jabs before making final contact with the ball, sending it flying. Beautifully accurate, as always. Volt barked out a laugh as the cue ball bumped the cushioned edge. He immediately stopped, upon watching the rest of the shot; watching the cue ball nudge the 8 into the pocket.
–
Which leads you to where you are now, sprawled out on your back atop the green cloth of the pool table while Eddie relentlessly thrusts his cock down your throat. The only noises that flood the room being Volt’s choked growls as he strains against the wires binding him to a chair with your panties as a gag; and your gargling, your desperate scratching at Eddie’s thighs as he twists one of your nipples.
“Go ahead, baby.” Eddie’s voice is strained as he tightens the grip on your neck, growling at the intoxicating feeling of his cock swelling your throat. “Scream all you want. Let Volt hear it; you two lost, after all. That’s what, the third time?” He turns to Volt, who’s reduced to an array of impatient, frustrated sighs.
Eddie sets his jaw before shifting his hand from your nipple to the back of your head, grabbing a fistful of hair. You’re continually reduced to a symphony of gasping and bubbling.
“Shit, you feel so fucking good, Spark. ‘M starting to think you’re letting me win, so you can drown in my fucking load. Maybe I take that from you, huh? Game that” thrust “fucking” thrust “pathetic, isn’t deserving of my seed.”
More aggressive, protesting whines are pulled from you & Volt. As much as you can, you try shaking your head whatever millimeters Eddie’s cock allows. Out of the corner of your tear-filled eye, you see Volt grinding whatever he can against the wood of the seat, saliva dribbling down either side of his chin. Eddie laughs in response.
“You’ll take whatever I give you, won’t you? You’re dripping like a needy whore, and I haven’t even touched your cunt yet. Fucking take it.” he grunts.
The hand on your throat shifts to your abdomen, and his fingers dig at the plumper soft spots of your skin. “Fuck, baby.” You notice his thrusts becoming more and more unsynchronized. His grip on your hair tightens as he sheathes himself entirely down your throat and warms your mouth with his cum.
You gasp for air as Eddie finally rips himself out, summoning a sort of hollowness in your chest that makes you want to scream. He steps towards Volt, grabbing him by the chin and yanking upwards to look at him. You can barely hear the words Eddie rasps in the curl of his ear.
“You throw the game one more fucking time I will fold you over and pump you full of cum ‘til you’re limping for a week, understand?” He snaps. Volt quickly nods his head and whines in return, biting down on his “gag.”
A wooden chair rattles to the ground. Before you can blink, you’re whirled around; one broad arm cages your ribs and leans you backwards until you’re angled at the edge of the table. Volt’s chest meets your back with a warm buzzing, like an old lightbulb ready to burst.
Volt had joined you on the fucking pool table.
He shakily guides you onto your knees until you’re both facing a very content Eddie, whose eyes have darkened further than you’d thought possible, and he looks famished.
Volt, who’s nearly gasping for air in anticipation, in desperation to fuck you stupid, sinks his teeth into your neck, ruts his cock against the top of your clit until you’re thrashing.
“Amp’s sake, fuck, thank you Eddie, thank you so much fuck, thank you for le–” Volt’s cut off by a sharp slap to his ass. He yelps at the stinging it brought on. Eddie halts his movements just as the tip of his cock finds your aching hole.
“Forgot you behave best when your ass is nice and red. I don’t remember saying you were allowed to move after I untied you,” Eddie circles the pool table until he’s inches from you & Volt’s face. Damp fingers wrap around Volt’s neck. “But I guess it’s in your nature to act like a fucking whore after losing. My toy to use how I want.” Volt presses his forehead into the side of your head and groans as Eddie sinks his teeth into his tender skin.
“Eddie, I– we–” you start.
“Shhh,” Eddie holds a gentle hand up, which is almost amusing adjacent to his rather stern face. “You are gonna stay right where you are.” Eddie points a finger at you.
“Darling, surely your rewar–”
“You, you.” He turns to Volt.
Eddie pushes down on your thighs until you’re enveloped Volt in your cunt, both of you nearly screaming. Volt twitches impatiently against the walls of your cunt, begging for you to move.
Calloused hands keep you pinned.
“You’re gonna sit there and take it while I worship their pretty fucking pussy. You alright, Spark?” Eddie states the first flatly, saving his sweet caution for you. Volt bows his head into the crook of your neck, like it’s unbearable news.
Volt still locked in place, Eddie dives head first towards your cunt, wasting no time lapping small circles around your clit. The resulting moans from you & Volt send him to cloud nine as he shifts between flicking his tongue across your clit and lapping up whatever slick leaks past Volt’s cock.
“Fuck, fuck Eddie please, yes, fuck,” you garble out. Volt nipping at your skin and kissing the corners of your mouth makes forming words tenfold harder. He’s resorted to nearly strangling you in a bear hug as he fights the urge to move, to pound into you. To look down at waiting, stormy eyes. Darkless dissipated, they’re alit with passion as he claims his prize. Should he see one split-second of a titanium glance, Volt is gone.
“You’re so sweet, wire,” Eddie pauses to adore your shaky legs, your current position between he and Volt. “Hate to drag you into hell with me, but I gotta have it.” You nearly melt into the floor.
Eyes toward the ceiling in concentration, you hear Volt murmur a quiet, "Eddie... can I-- Please let me cum in them, please please --"
Eddie grunts in response.
Volt’s back arches with grit determination as spots cloud his vision. The slow, cautious thrusts that come surprise you both, but Volt is determined to feel every inch of you around him. He whimpers out one last “Fuck,” before looking down past your shoulder to waiting eyes, still doing laps with his tongue.
The edges of Eddie's mouth curl into a sinister sort of smile as he’s ensnared Volt, finally. It’s all Volt needs.
Volt immediately trembles as he yells through his orgasm, and you’re quick to follow watching Eddie lick up the now mixture of Volt's and your cum.
-
Volt is the first face to bring you back to life, his hands cupping your chin as Eddie washes the three of you off.
“My darling,” he purrs. “I must confess.” Volt sighs dramatically, veering away from your own curious gaze. “I may have thrown the game in lieu of seeing you get split in half by Eddie.”
You feign exasperation. You and Eddie were painfully aware of Volt’s attempts to lose per his horrific aim and consecutive scratches. (Though, even at Volt’s best, Eddie would have won.)
“S’okay. Gave me more of a challenge to carry your heavy ass,” you giggle.
“Baby, I don’t even think I could carry Volt,” Eddie mumbles while bending to clean your legs.
You cackle at Volt’s returning “hey!” before eyeing them both. Loves of your life, yin and yang.
“Same time next week, brand new show?” you ask curiously.