Heat exploded through my chest. I’d never heard Xavier submit to anyone, never seen him yield control. But here he was, trembling above us, his cock hard and leaking inside June, calling me Daddy like it was the most natural thing in the world.
I slipped a hand between June’s legs, finding her clit swollen and slick. She jerked against me, a sharp cry escaping her lips as I circled the sensitive bundle of nerves with my thumb.
“That’s it, baby girl,” I murmured, keeping my rhythm steady as Xavier continued his slow, deep thrusts. “You’re going to come for us again. Going to squeeze our cocks so tight while you fall apart.”
“Milo—Daddy—please,” June whimpered, her whole body trembling.
“Please what?” I pressed harder against her clit, feeling Xavier’s cock pulse against mine as her pussy clenched around us both. “Tell Daddy what you need.”
“Need to come,” she gasped. “Need—oh god—need you both.”
I looked up at Xavier, whose face was tight with concentration, sweat beading on his forehead as he fought to maintain the slow pace I’d demanded. His eyes met mine, dark and desperate, and something passed between us—an understanding, a promise.
“X, you’re going to make our girl come,” I commanded. “But you don’t get to come until I say so. Understand?”
“Fuck,” Xavier breathed, but nodded. “Yes, Sir.”
The words sent electricity straight to my cock. I increased the pressure on June’s clit, timing my circles with Xavier’s thrusts,building her pleasure higher and higher. She was sobbing now, incoherent sounds of need spilling from her lips.
“That’s our perfect girl,” I praised. “Taking both of us so well. You were made for this, weren’t you? Made to be stretched around our cocks.”
“Yes,” she gasped. “Yes, yes, yes—”
“Then come for us, baby. Come all over our cocks.”
June shattered with a scream, her pussy clamping down on us with devastating force. I felt every spasm, amplified by Xavier’s cock pressed tight against mine. Xavier groaned, his hips stuttering, but he held himself back like I’d ordered, his whole body shaking with the effort.
“Good boy,” I told him, my voice rough as I reached around and grabbed his ass, pulling him tighter against June’s fluttering cunt. “Such a good boy for me. You want to come, X?”
“Please,” he choked out. “Please, Daddy, I need—”
“I know what you need.” I thrust up into June, feeling Xavier match my movement. “You need to fill our girl up. Need to coat my cock with your cum while you fuck her.”
Xavier made a broken sound, his control fracturing.
“Come for me, X,” I ordered. “Now.”
He came with a shout, his cock pulsing against mine, heat flooding June’s pussy as he emptied himself inside her. The sensation—feeling him come, feeling the evidence of his pleasure coating my shaft—pushed me over the edge. My orgasm hit like a tidal wave, pleasure exploding through every nerve as I slammed up into her and emptied myself against his twitching, spent cock.
In that moment, as we trembled and gasped in the aftermath, I admitted the truth to myself for the first time. I was addicted to this—to June’s soft warmth, to Xavier’s hard strength, and the connection between us that transcended anything I’d experienced before.
This wasn’t just about sex. I’d found a space where I could want what I wanted, have both of them, and blur the boundaries between friendship and desire blurred into something new.
And as June collapsed against my chest, Xavier’s weight settling partially on top of her, both of them breathing hard, I clung to them both, not wanting to lose this connection. But everything in life was temporary, wasn’t it?
“Thank you,” June whispered, kissing my pectoral muscle as our cocks softened and slid out of her.
Xavier let out a shaky breath and rolled onto his back beside us, breathing hard. I turned my head and found him watching me, hugging her close as I reached out, took his hand, and squeezed. “Do you need decompression time?” I asked, reaching for June’s water bottle and handing it to her. “Or do you want cuddles?”
She beamed at me as she sipped her water. “Amazing sex and you’re going to get me a snack and a weighted blanket if I ask? What did I do to deserve this?” I laughed. “Refer back to the amazing sex. After that, you deserve all the things, June-bug.”
Chapter 10
June
I examined the neatpiles of papers on my kitchen table, frowning. My boss had tasked me with figuring out why the company’s electric motorcycle, Project Helios, was flopping with test riders, and I hadn’t been brave enough to admit to him that feedback forms are my kryptonite.
Why couldn’t people just say what they meant on these forms? What was the point in speaking in metaphor? That was why I was working on a Saturday. I chewed the my pencil, scanning another complaint form. “Feels synthetic,” this rider had written. “Like riding a vacuum cleaner.” Flipping through the stack, the comments only got worse. “No soul.” “Sterile.”
