Milo burst out laughing. “Isn’t much? Fuck, girl. What kind of house would you consider big?”
I blushed as I swung my leg over the back of his bike and stood, eying my house. “I mean, I guess it’s kind of a lot for one person, but it suits my needs.”
“Don’t be embarrassed, June,” Xavier’s gruff voice came from behind me. “It’s nice.”
He removed his helmet, those storm-gray eyes locking with mine as he kicked down his kickstand and climbed off his bike, handing me my bag.
“So,” I said. “Inside?”
Milo smiled. “Whenever you’re ready.”
My hands trembled a little as I fumbled with my keys, the reality of what I’d just invited hitting me all at once. But when the door swung open and Milo’s warm gaze caught mine, everything inside me stilled. Suddenly, all that mattered was the heat in his eyes, the press of Xavier’s body just behind me. And maybe, for once, I could just want.
I let my bag drop to the floor. It thudded against the wood, but I barely heard it over the rushing in my ears. “Can I kiss you, June?” Milo asked, voice low, close enough that I could feel his breath. I blinked up at him, surprised by how quietly respectful the question was.“Thank you for asking. I like that,” I said.
He smiled. “She likes communication. Noted. So, a kiss? You can lead, if you like.” I didn’t think. I just stepped in, closing the gap, pressing my mouth to his. His lips were soft, sure, and the world shrank down to the dizzy, sweet ache of being wanted. He moaned softly, tilted his head, tongue tangling with mine, exploring how we fit as his arms slid around my waist. Xavier’s presence was a promise at my back as he stepped in closer, the soft warmth of his breath on my throat tickling in the most delicious way.
When I finally drew away, breathless and bold, I turned to Xavier.
“Your turn,” I said. His eyes dilated and he pressed his lips to mine. Where Milo had been gentle, Xavier was demanding, his mouth claiming mine with an urgency that stole my breath. His kiss was harder, deeper, his tongue fucking into my mouth in a preview of what was to come. I whimpered against his lips, my hands fisting in his leather jacket, pulling him closer as his big hand cupped my jaw, holding me where he wanted me.
Hands—four hands—were suddenly everywhere, sliding under my cardigan, skimming along my sides, cupping my breasts through my thin tank top. Milo’s mouth was on my neck, nipping and sucking at the sensitive skin, while Xavier continued todevour my lips. One of them pushed my cardigan off my shoulders, letting it fall to the floor.
“So fucking pretty,” Milo murmured against my skin.
“Bet she’s prettier naked,” Xavier growled, his fingers finding the hem of my tank top. “Can we see you, June? Take this off for us?”
I nodded frantically, desperate now, and raised my arms so they could pull the fabric over my head. Cool air hit my skin, raising goosebumps across my exposed flesh. I stood before them in just my skirt and simple cotton bra, feeling both vulnerable and powerful under their heated gazes.
“Fuck,” Xavier breathed, his eyes darkening. “Look at those tits.”
Milo cupped my breasts, his thumbs brushing over my nipples through the thin fabric. “Perfect,” he agreed, pressing a kiss to my collarbone. “Absolutely perfect.”
They undressed me slowly, each new inch of exposed skin met with appreciative murmurs and hungry touches. My bra hit the floor, then my skirt, and finally my plain cotton panties, until I stood completely naked before them, trembling with a mixture of nerves and desperate want.
“Your turn,” I said. “I want to see you both.”
They exchanged a glance, and then jackets were being shrugged off, shirts pulled over heads, revealing bodies that belonged on the covers of the books I devoured at night. Milo was all thick muscle and smooth golden skin, a dragon tattoo curling around his right bicep. Xavier was more defined, his body harder somehow, marked with scars that told stories I longed to hear. And when they finally pushed down their jeans, standing before me in just their boxers, the outlines of their erections made my mouth go dry.
“Bedroom?” Xavier asked, his voice rough.
“Couch,” I managed, not wanting to move any farther from them than necessary. “It’s big enough.”
Milo grinned, dimples flashing again. “Lady’s choice.”
They guided me to the couch, and I sank onto the cushions, watching as they removed the last of their clothing. Their cocks sprang free, both impressively hard, and I couldn’t help the small gasp that escaped me. Milo was thick, his cock curving slightly upward, while Xavier was longer, veins prominent along the shaft. They were beautiful, both of them, in their naked intensity.
“Condoms?” Milo asked, glancing around.
“In my bag,” I said, pointing to where I’d dropped it by the door. Xavier retrieved it, digging through until he found the small packet of condoms I kept there, more out of wishful thinking than any real expectation.
They moved with coordinated purpose, like they’d done this before, positioning me between them on the couch. Milo’s mouth found my breast, sucking my nipple into wet heat while Xavier’s fingers traced lower, parting my thighs with gentle but insistent pressure. I wanted to ask questions—if they’d done this before, how they knew what to do, if I should be doing something specific—but then Xavier’s fingers slipped into my pussy and all coherent thought fled my brain.
“Fuck, you’re soaked,” he growled against my ear, his fingers circling my clit with devastating precision. “You like thinking about this? About us fucking you?”
“Yes,” I gasped, arching into his touch. “God, yes.”
Milo’s mouth traveled lower, kissing down my stomach, until he was kneeling between my spread legs. He looked up at me. “Can I kiss you here?”I nodded frantically, beyond words now. His mouth replaced Xavier’s fingers, his tongue flat against my clit, and I cried out, my hips bucking against his mouth.
