“That’s it,” Xavier murmured, his hands sliding up to my breasts, pinching and rolling my nipples as Milo’s tongue worked between my thighs. “Let us hear you. Tell us how good it feels.”
“So good,” I moaned, one hand tangling in Milo’s hair, the other gripping Xavier’s forearm. “Oh god, please don’t stop.”
Milo’s tongue was relentless, circling and flicking, occasionally dipping lower to tease my entrance. Xavier’s mouth was at myneck, sucking marks into my skin, his hands continuing their torturous attention to my breasts. The dual assault of sensation was overwhelming, pleasure building with frightening speed. When Milo slid two fingers inside me, curling them just right while his tongue continued its assault on my clit, I shattered, crying out as the orgasm ripped through me.
Before I could fully recover, they were shifting again. Xavier rolled on a condom, positioning himself at the edge of the couch, guiding me to straddle him. I sank down onto his cock with a gasp, feeling him stretch me in the most delicious way. Behind me, Milo’s hands were at my hips, steadying me as I adjusted to the fullness.
“Fuck, you feel good,” Xavier hissed, his eyes closing briefly as I seated myself fully on him.
I began to move, riding him slowly at first, then with increasing urgency as the pleasure built again.
“Open your mouth for me, June. Let me fuck that pretty mouth while X fucks your pussy.”
I turned my head, opening eagerly as Milo guided his cock between my lips. I was being filled at both ends, just like in my fantasies. I moaned around his thickness, taking him as deep as I could while continuing to ride Xavier.
They spoke to me as they fucked me, and their praise washed over me like warm honey, making me want to be even better, to take them deeper, to give them as much pleasure as they weregiving me. Xavier’s hands gripped my hips, guiding me into a rhythm that had his cock hitting spots inside me I hadn’t known existed. Each thrust pushed me closer to the edge, had me moaning around Milo’s cock, had me forgetting everything but the sensations they were creating in my body.
When Xavier’s thumb found my clit, pressing and circling in time with his thrusts, I came again, the orgasm even more intense than the first. My inner walls clenched around him, my moans vibrating around Milo’s cock, and they both cursed, their movements becoming more erratic.
“Gonna come,” Xavier grunted, his fingers digging into my hips as he thrust up harder. “Fuck, June, you feel so good.”
Milo pulled out of my mouth, his hand replacing his cock as he stroked himself. “Me too. Want to see your face when you come around his cock.”
Xavier tensed beneath me, his head thrown back, jaw clenched as he pulsed inside the condom, thrusting up into me again and again. The sight of his pleasure pushed me into a third, unexpected orgasm, my body convulsing around him. Milo quickly rolled on his condom, nudging Xavier aside and sliding into me before I’d even finished coming, prolonging the pleasure until I was gasping, clawing at his back, begging incoherently.
It didn’t take long before he followed, his rhythm faltering, his face buried in my neck as he groaned my name and came. We collapsed together in a tangle of sweaty limbs, breathing hard, the room filled with the scent of sex and satisfaction.
I nuzzled into Milo’s shoulder, feeling boneless and utterly content. My hand found Xavier’s back, tracing the hard muscles there, massaging gently. He stiffened at my touch, then abruptly sat up, pulling away from me.
“Gotta clean up,” he muttered, standing and heading toward the bathroom, condom in hand.
Milo gave me a soft kiss on the forehead before reluctantly following suit. “He’s right. We should get cleaned up.”
They returned separately, dressing with quiet efficiency. I pulled a throw blanket over myself, suddenly conscious of my nakedness in a way I hadn’t been minutes before. The easy intimacy was gone, replaced by something awkward and uncertain.“That was...” Milo started, then paused, rubbing the back of his neck. “Really amazing, June. Thank you.”
Xavier nodded, his expression unreadable again. “Yeah. Thanks.”
They both leaned down to kiss me—Milo’s lips lingering a moment longer, Xavier’s barely grazing mine—before heading toward the door. No exchange of numbers, no promises to call, no suggestions for a repeat performance. Just thank you and goodbye, as if we’d shared a meal instead of the most intense sexual experience of my life.
They were moving too fast, and my brain couldn’t process why or where they were going quick enough to ask. The door closed behind them, and I sat alone on my couch, wrapped in myblanket, replaying every moment. The sex had been incredible, better than anything I’d ever experienced, better even than what I’d read in my books. So why had they left so quickly? Why hadn’t they wanted to stay, to talk, to hold me a little longer?
“Maybe I did sex wrong,” I whispered to my empty living room, a hollow ache replacing the fullness I’d felt just minutes ago. “Can you do sex wrong?”
I reached for my weighted blanket, hauling it over me, closing my eyes and shutting out the world, trying to force myself to focus on the pleasure they’d given me and not their abrupt departure.
Chapter 6
Milo
I woke with thescent of June still on my skin and a deep, stomach-lurching sense of dread building inside me. Because I knew too much about what Xavier looked like naked.
I put on my sweatpants and ran a hand through my hair, grimacing at how it stuck up in all directions. The smell of coffee brewing drifted up from downstairs—Xavier was already up. With luck, everything would be normal. It was just a little threesome. So what if he had a gorgeous cock and cum gutters I wanted to spend all day licking clean?
I froze halfway down the stairs, one foot suspended in mid-air. Xavier stood at the kitchenette counter, his back to me, shirtless in just a pair of low-hanging pajama pants. Morning sunlight slanted through the garage’s high windows, illuminating hisdefined shoulders and lean back muscles, drawing my eyes down his spine to the two dimples above his ass. My mouth went dry.
I’d seen X shirtless a thousand times, but all my attempts to compartmentalize my feelings for Xavier had vanished in one impulsive threesome. All these years, I’d told myself he was my brother, my ride-or-die, the one person I trusted completely. Not someone I fantasized about.
Except maybe I did. I couldn’t stop the fantasies flooding my brain, and soon I was imagining Xavier’s hands around my cock, his lips, usually set in that sardonic half-smile, stretched around me.
