Xavier let out a surprised bark of laughter, and I felt my own lips curve into a grin. Only June could make catching us sucking each other off sound like a nice lunch break.
“You want to watch?” Xavier asked.
“Yes,” June said simply. “Very much.”
I didn’t need more permission than that. I returned my attention to Xavier’s cock, taking him deep again as my finger pressed inside him, finding that spot that made him lose control. His moan vibrated around my own length, and I felt his thighs trembling on either side of my head.
I added a second finger, stretching him while my mouth worked his shaft with renewed purpose. His taste flooded my senses—salt and musk and something uniquely him that I was already addicted to. The wet sounds of us sucking each other filled the space, obscene and beautiful.
Xavier’s hips started moving in shallow thrusts, fucking my mouth while I fingered him deeper, faster. His cock was iron-hard on my tongue, leaking steadily now, and I knew he was close. I crooked my fingers just right, stroking his prostate with each thrust, and felt his whole body go rigid above me
I sucked harder, my fingers relentless on that sweet spot inside him, and Xavier came with a choked cry. His cock pulsed on my tongue, flooding my mouth with his release, and I swallowed it down, drinking him in, savoring the taste of his surrender as he sucked desperately on me. The intimacy of it—of taking him inside me this way—sent me spiraling over the edge.
My own orgasm hit like a freight train, pleasure tearing through me as I came down Xavier’s throat. He took it all, swallowing convulsively, his throat working around my sensitive cock until I was shaking with overstimulation.
We stayed locked together, trembling in the aftermath, until he remembered my injury, and rolled off me, breathless and dazed. June’s soft, needy sound drew my gaze—she was flushed, watching us hungrily, hand buried between her thighs.
“June,” I said, sitting up. Xavier moved, joining me. We flanked her, and I leaned in, kissing her. She moaned, arching up into me, and I wondered if she tasted Xavier on my tongue.
When I pulled back, her eyes were glazed, her breathing ragged. I turned her face toward Xavier, offering her mouth to him like a gift. “Kiss her,” I said, my voice rough. “Let her taste what you taste like after sucking me to orgasm.”
Xavier didn’t hesitate. He captured her lips with a desperation that made my chest ache, one hand tangling in her hair while the other braced against the couch arm behind her. June whimpered into his mouth, her body arching toward him.
My hands moved to her waist, finding the button of her khakis and working it open. She lifted her hips without breaking the kiss, helping me slide the pants down her legs along with her sensible cotton panties. Her thighs were slick with arousal, her pussy glistening in the afternoon light streaming through the windows.
I slipped my hand between June’s thighs, my fingers finding her clit and circling it until she squirmed and whimpered. She broke the kiss with a gasp, her head falling back as pleasure washed over her face.
“We’ve got you,” I murmured against her neck, my free hand working to unbutton her polo. “We’re going to make you feel so good, baby.”
Xavier helped me strip away her shirt and bra, his mouth immediately finding her breast, sucking her nipple between his lips. June’s hands flew to his hair, holding him there as I worked her clit faster, feeling her body tensing beneath our combined attention.
“Please,” she gasped, her hips rocking against my hand. “I need—I need—”
“We know what you need,” Xavier said, releasing her nipple with a wet pop. He dropped to his knees in front of the couch, his hands gripping her thighs and spreading them wider.
I kept my fingers on her clit as Xavier’s mouth found her pussy, his tongue sliding through her folds with obvious enthusiasm. June cried out, her body jerking at the dual stimulation, and I felt her getting closer with each passing second.
“That’s it,” I encouraged, my lips against her ear. “Let go, June. Come for us. Show us how good we make you feel.”
She came with a broken cry, her hands clutching at both of us, her thighs trembling on either side of Xavier’s head. We worked her through it, prolonging her pleasure until she was pushing weakly at our hands, oversensitive and gasping.
“Fuck,” she groaned. “What inspired that?”“Therapy,” Xavier said, grinning. “Turns out I’m fixed.”June snorted. “Yeah, right.” “Okay, not fixed. She wants me to come at least once a week. But she does have some pretty good ideas.” I laughed. “I really don’t think that’s what she meant by that idea.”
Chapter 22
June
The wind whipped mybraid out from under the collar of my motorcycle jacket as Xavier took the last curve of the canyon road, his motorcycle leaning at an angle that would have terrified me a month ago. I knew his skill now, trusted him, and the rush of the turn sent a delicious thrill up my spine. I clung to his back, my thighs gripping his hips, the vibration of the engine between my legs creating a persistent, pleasant hum that reminded me of other, more intimate vibrations.
He slowed as we approached an overlook, the one where we’d come weeks ago, where Red and his crew had found us, where Xavier had defended me and Milo had soothed me.
“This is where you wanted to shoot?” I asked as Milo pulled his bike up next to Xavier’s. “Didn’t you get enough footage lasttime?” Xavier helped me off the bike, my legs wobbly from the ride, watching as Milo pulled out a tripod.
Milo didn’t answer, just continued framing his shot, positioning their bikes against the spectacular backdrop of mountains and sky. The golden hour light cast long shadows and rimmed everything with a perfect glow that made even the gravel beneath our feet look somehow magical.
“Trust me,” Milo said finally, his eyes meeting mine with an intensity that made my breath catch. “This is different.”
Xavier took my hand, leading me to his bike. He straddled it smoothly, then patted the seat behind him. “Come here.”
