She was right. My cock was hard as steel, and if I glanced down, I could see a clear bead of pre-cum glistening at the tip. The sight of it, the evidence of my arousal on display for both of them, sent a flush of heat through my body that was equal parts embarrassment and desire.
Milo worked his finger deeper, the initial discomfort giving way to a building pressure that radiated outward from my core. I’d never understood the appeal of this—had assumed it was something people endured for their partners rather than actively enjoyed. But as Milo’s finger moved inside me, stretching me, filling me, I found myself rocking back against his hand, seeking more.
“Look at you,” Milo’s voice was thick with wonder. “Taking it so well. Want to try a second finger?”
I nodded with a whimper. The first finger withdrew slightly, then returned with a second, the stretch more pronounced now, a burn that walked the perfect edge between pleasure and pain that I’d experienced when he’d spanked me. I hissed through my teeth, my eyes falling closed as I adjusted to the new intrusion.
Milo’s fingers worked deeper, stretching me, preparing me, and suddenly, all I could think about was taking his cock. The room felt too hot suddenly, sweat beading on my forehead, trickling down my spine.
Then Milo’s fingers curled inside me, brushing against something that sent a jolt of pleasure so intense it nearly buckled my knees.
“Fuck!” The word tore from my throat, raw and desperate.
“There it is,” Milo said, satisfaction clear in his voice. “Your prostate. Some men’s aren’t this sensitive, but yours...” He stroked that spot again, and another bolt of pleasure shot through me, making my cock jerk and leak. “Yours is perfect.”
I couldn’t speak, could only make a strangled noise as Milo continued his assault on that sweet spot inside me. Each brush of his fingers sent sparks shooting up my spine, pleasure so acute it bordered on pain. My cock throbbed in time with my racing pulse, neglected but harder than I could ever remember it being.
June reached out, her small hand cupping my cheek with a tenderness that made something twist painfully in my chest.Her thumb traced my lower lip, and without thinking, I opened for her, sucking the digit into my mouth. The taste of her skin, the way her pupils dilated at my action, combined with Milo’s relentless fingers inside me to create a perfect storm of sensation.
“Touch his cock,” Milo directed, his voice rough with desire. “He needs it.”
June shifted so she was kneeling beside me, and her hand slid over my side and down between my legs, wrapping around my aching cock. The first stroke had me groaning around her thumb, my hips jerking forward into her grip, then back onto Milo’s fingers in a desperate rhythm I couldn’t control.
“Look at you,” June whispered, her voice filled with wonder. “So beautiful like this. So needy.”
“Please,” I gasped as June’s thumb slipped from my mouth. “Milo, I need—” I couldn’t finish the sentence, couldn’t put into words what I wanted, but Milo understood.
“I know what you need.” His fingers withdrew slowly, leaving me empty, bereft. “Turn around. On your back.”
I straightened, my legs unsteady beneath me as I turned to face them. June stood and helped me, her hands gentle as she guided me down onto the couch, arranging pillows behind my head. Milo was already undoing his jeans, pushing them down his thighs along with his boxers, his cock springing free—thick, hard, intimidating.
I’d never looked at him like this before—never allowed myself to really see him, to want him, to imagine him inside me. I watched as he threw his shirt aside and kicked off his jeans, gorgeous muscles rippling with every move. And suddenly, I desperately needed to feel every inch of his hard body against mine.
“Lift your legs,” he instructed, kneeling on the couch between my spread thighs. “Hold them up for me.”
I hooked my arms under my knees, pulling them toward my chest, feeling impossibly exposed in this position. June handed him a towel, and they tucked a pillow and the towel under my ass. Then she settled by my head, lifting my head to rest in her lap, her fingers combing through my hair in a soothing rhythm.
“You good?” Milo asked, one hand on my thigh, the other guiding his cock to my entrance.
I met his gaze, saw the question there—not just about physical comfort but about all of it, about this line we were crossing, this change to our friendship that could never be undone. “Just fuck me already, Milo.”
He smirked, then pressed forward slowly, the blunt head of his cock stretching me wider than his fingers had. The pressure was intense, a burning fullness that had me sucking in a sharp breath, my body instinctively resisting the intrusion.
But the intrusion was his cock. My best friend’s cock was splitting me open, unmaking me. I knew I’d never be the same again. After this, I’d be his.
“Relax,” Milo murmured, his hand moving from my thigh to wrap around my cock, stroking slowly. “Let me in, X.”
I focused on his hand, on the pleasure it provided, willing my body to accept him. Gradually, the resistance gave way, and the head of his cock slipped inside me. We both groaned at the sensation.
“Fuck,” he breathed, his eyes locked on mine, pupils blown wide with desire. “You feel amazing.”
He pushed deeper, inch by agonizing inch, until he was fully seated inside me, his hips flush against my ass. The feeling was beyond anything I could have imagined—full, overwhelming, like he was touching parts of me no one had ever reached before. Like he was part of me, joined to me.
“Don’t leave me.” The words tore from my lips, tears pricking at my eyes.
“Baby, I could never,” Milo whispered. “We’re in this, whatever it is. You, me, and June. Okay?”
I met his eyes, then looked up at her, and she nodded, smoothing my hair with her fingers, her eyes a little glassy. “The three of us,” she confirmed. “I’m glad you admitted that you need his cock. You’re beautiful joined together.”
