“He’s Daddy?” Xavier asked, voice tight as he pushed a little deeper.
“Of course he is,” June grumped, glaring at him. “Don’t you dare—oh god. Don’t pretend otherwise. After that kiss, Milo owns you.”
Xavier said nothing as he continued his slow, relentless push forward until I felt him fully seated alongside me, our cocks pressed together inside June’s tight, slick heat. The sensation was indescribable—June’s pussy stretched around both of us, and Xavier’s cock hot and hard against mine. I could feel every twitch, every pulse of his shaft pressed against my own.
My mind short-circuited, overwhelmed by dueling sensations—June’s silky walls clenching around me, and the rigid length of Xavier’s cock sliding against mine with each small movement. It was too much. It wasn’t enough. I wanted to thrust, to move, to claim, but I was pinned beneath them both, at the mercy of Xavier’s rhythm.
He began to move, pulling back slightly before pressing forward again. Each drag of his cock against mine sent sparks shooting up my spine. June cried out, her body jerking between us, her pussy fluttering around our joined lengths.
“Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck,” she chanted, her voice breaking on each repetition. Her entire body trembled, caught in the throes of pleasure that seemed to border on pain. “You’re both so deep. I can feel everything.”
I couldn’t form words, could only moan as Xavier established a rhythm, his thrusts pushing me deeper into June, his cock dragging against mine with each movement. The dual sensationwas maddening—the wet heat of June’s pussy and the hard friction of Xavier’s cock.
My brain finally caught up to what was happening—I was essentially fucking my best friend. Or he was fucking me. Both, maybe. Using June’s body as the connection between us, but connected nonetheless. And I loved it. Loved the weight of them both above me, loved the look of stunned pleasure on June’s face, loved the feeling of Xavier’s cock sliding against mine.
This was it. This was what I’d been trying not to want, trying not to imagine. Xavier and I, joined in the most intimate way possible, sharing June between us, our bodies connected through hers.
June came with a sudden, sharp cry, her pussy clamping down on both of us with almost painful intensity. The pressure was too much—I felt my own orgasm building, unstoppable, a freight train of pleasure thundering through me.
I gripped June’s hips harder, feeling the way her body trembled between us, feeling Xavier’s cock pulse against mine with each thrust. Something shifted inside me—a primal need to take control, to guide them both through this overwhelming intensity.
“Stop,” I commanded, my voice coming out rougher than I’d intended.
Xavier froze mid-thrust, his breath harsh against June’s shoulder. June whimpered at the sudden stillness, her pussy clenching around us both.
“Milo—” Xavier started, but I cut him off.
“I said stop.” I shifted beneath them, adjusting my angle. “You’re both going to do exactly what I tell you. Understand?”
June nodded against my chest, her glasses digging into my collarbone. Xavier was silent for a beat too long, and I reached up, finding his jaw with my hand, forcing him to meet my eyes.
“I asked you a question, X.”
His pupils dilated, his lips parting slightly. “Yeah,” he breathed. “I understand.”
“Good boy.” The words slipped out before I could think about them, but Xavier’s cock twitched against mine, and I filed that reaction away for later. “June, baby, I want you to stay still. Don’t move unless I tell you to.”
“Okay,” she whispered, her voice breathy and desperate.
I turned my attention to Xavier. “And you’re going to fuck her—fuck us—exactly how I tell you to. Slow and deep. No rushing. I want to feel every inch of you dragging against me.”
Xavier swallowed. “Fuck, Milo.”
“That’s Daddy to you right now,” I said, surprising myself with how natural it felt. “Now move. Slow.”
Xavier obeyed, pulling back with agonizing slowness. The drag of his cock against mine was exquisite torture, every ridge and vein creating friction that made my vision blur. June gasped, her fingers clawing at my chest as Xavier pushed back in, filling her completely alongside me.
“That’s it,” I praised, my hands still gripping June’s hips, holding her steady. “Just like that. You feel so good, X. Your cock feels so fucking good against mine.”
Xavier groaned, his rhythm faltering slightly. I tightened my grip on June, reminding him of my instructions.
“Did I say you could speed up?”
“No,” Xavier ground out, forcing himself back to that torturous pace.
“No, what?”
A pause. Then: “No, Daddy.”
