“So beautiful,” Milo said.
Then he leaned down and kissed me, his lips claiming mine with a possessiveness that shocked me. This wasn’t a performance for June, or soothing me after a rough spanking. This was real—Milo kissing me like he’d wanted to for years, like he couldn’t get enough, like he was staking a claim.
He pulled back a little. “If you think I’m going to let you go after this, you’ve lost your goddamn mind.”
I lifted my lips and kissed him back with equal hunger, my arms releasing my legs to wrap around his back, pulling him closer, arching to get as close to him as I possibly could. It wasn’t just sex, it was our bodies fusing together, becoming one, like maybe I’d always craved. His cock shifted inside me with the movement, sending a fresh wave of pleasure spiraling through my body.
“I got you,” Milo whispered against my lips, echoing the words he’d said a thousand times before—when I’d crashed my bike, when I’d lost my job, when I’d been too drunk to get home alone. “I always got you, X.”
The words broke something open inside me, some wall I’d built so carefully over the years. I felt a suspicious wetness at the corners of my eyes, blinked it away furiously, refusing to acknowledge it.
June’s hand stroked my cheek, drawing my attention to her. Her expression was soft, understanding, free of the judgment I’d feared. “It’s okay,” she murmured, bending to press her lips tomine in a kiss that was gentler than Milo’s but no less powerful. “It’s okay to want this. To need it.”
As if her words had granted permission, Milo began to move, drawing his hips back before pushing forward again, establishing a rhythm that had me gasping against June’s lips. The initial discomfort had faded, replaced by a pleasure so intense it bordered on overwhelming.
“You were right,” I admitted to June, my voice breaking as Milo hit that spot inside me that made stars explode behind my eyes. “My hole is fucking needy.”
She laughed, the sound bright and delighted, her hand reaching between us to wrap around my cock again, delicate fingers contrasting with Milo’s brute force in the most delicious way. “I usually am right,” she said, her tone teasing. “But I’m especially glad to be right about this.”
Milo’s pace increased, his strokes becoming deeper, harder, each thrust pushing me further into the cradle of June’s lap. The dual stimulation—Milo’s cock hitting my prostate with unerring accuracy, June’s hand stroking my shaft—quickly pushed me toward the edge.
“Fuck, I’m gonna come,” I gasped, my hips working helplessly between them, seeking more of both sensations at once. “Shit, Milo—June—I can’t—”
“Let go,” June whispered, her hand moving faster on my cock. “Come for us, Xavier.”
The orgasm hit like a freight train, tearing through me with an intensity that stole my breath. I came in thick pulses over my stomach, my ass clenching rhythmically around Milo’s cock, wringing a low groan from him.
“That’s it,” he gritted out, his hips snapping forward with renewed vigor as I trembled through the aftershocks. “Fuck, X, you feel so good.”
June continued stroking me, gentler now, drawing out every last drop of pleasure until I was shaking from oversensitivity. Only then did she release me, her hand coming up to stroke my face instead, brushing sweat-damp hair from my forehead with tender care.
Milo’s rhythm faltered, his strokes becoming erratic, desperate. He gripped my thighs hard enough to bruise, using them for leverage as he pounded into me like he was trying to reach something deep inside. I lay there, spent and boneless, letting him use me, watching the pleasure build on his face.
“Gonna come inside you,” he warned, his voice strained. “Can I—”
“Yes,” I cut him off, surprising myself with how much I wanted it. “Do it. Fill me up.”
The words pushed him over the edge. He slammed deep one final time, his cock pulsing inside me as he came with a deep, guttural groan that I felt in my bones. The sensation was strangebut not unpleasant—a warmth spreading through me as his release filled me.
For a long moment, we stayed like that, frozen in tableau—Milo buried inside me, June cradling my head in her lap, all of us breathing hard in the aftermath. Then slowly, carefully, Milo withdrew, the sensation making me wince slightly.
“Sorry,” he murmured, his hand gentle on my thigh. “Did I hurt you?”
I shook my head, not trusting my voice yet. The truth was, it had hurt—a little—but in a way that I already knew I’d want again. In a way that felt right, necessary, like something I’d been missing without realizing it.
“You’re both beautiful together,” June said softly, her fingers still tracing patterns on my skin. “I knew you would be.”
I met Milo’s eyes, saw the question there, the uncertainty beneath the post-orgasmic haze. I reached for him, pulled him down to lie beside me on the too-small couch, his body half-covering mine in a tangle of limbs that should have been uncomfortable but wasn’t.
“That was...” I searched for words that could encompass what had just happened, what it meant, and came up empty. “Fuck, Milo.”
He laughed, the sound vibrating against my chest. “Eloquent as always, X.”
I rolled my eyes, but there was no heat in it. June shifted against us, adjusting to make room, her small body somehow fitting perfectly into the spaces between us.
As I lay there, sandwiched between the two people who’d somehow broken through every wall I’d ever built, I knew with absolute certainty that Milo was the only man who would ever be allowed inside me like that. This wasn’t about my sexuality, it was about him, about her, about the way we were together.
Chapter 17
