Luke’s entire body shuddered, his cock twitching. “Yes,” he breathed. “God, yes. Please.”
I frowned, turning to the side table as reality crashed down. “Do we have condoms?”
Luke froze. Mioko blinked, then started laughing—a wild, reckless sound that shot straight to my cock.
“You didn’t bring condoms?” she asked.
Luke blushed. “This wasn’t exactly the plan.”
“You locked me in an apartment with you, told me all about your threesome fantasies, but fucking me wasn’t exactly the plan?” Mioko asked, smirking at both of us.
“Apparently, neither of us believed you’d go for it,” Luke said, blushing.
She huffed out a breath, eyes dropping to our cocks. “Oh, never mind. It’s fine.”
“What’s fine?” I asked.
“I’m on the pill. And I trust you both. I want you to fuck me. I want to feel everything. I want you to fill me up. Both of you.”
Jesus fucking Christ. When did she get so bold?
“Isn’t that a little reckless?” I ask.
“So? Let me be reckless,” Mioko said, palming my cock.
Luke blushed. “I mean, I get tested regularly, and it’s been a while since I’ve been with anyone.”
I nodded. “I get tested, too, for the BDSM clubs. And my sex life is… pretty nonexistent lately. But are you sure? We can wait.”
Mioko blinked at me. “We’re going to come back to that BDSM club comment later. But right now I need sex.”
“You’re sure?” Eli asked again.
“Fuck. After all this, you can’t let a little lack of condoms get in your way?” She pouted. “I need your cocks. Now. I want to feel what it’s like to be dripping with two men’s cum.”
The thought of burying myself in her, filling her up while she was still dripping with Luke’s cum, branded itself into my brain. Fuck. My dick went from half-hard to aching in a heartbeat.
Chapter 12
Mioko
Luke crawled up mybody, stopping to kiss my nipples again, eager to please, his cock jutting forward and bumping my thigh. My body was on fire, nerves singing with anticipation as I felt the blunt head nudge against my entrance.
“Please,” I whispered, looking towards Eli, knowing he’d want to be the one to make the final move. “Oh fuck, please. Can I have him?”
Eli reached between us, dragging Luke’s cock against my slit, spreading my moisture and teasing me for a moment before pressing him forward, guiding the fat head of Luke’s cock inside me.
Eli’s hand slipped away as Luke entered me slowly, inch by delicious inch, his jaw clenched with the effort of restraint. I could feel my body yielding, opening for him, slick and ready from his tongue. The sensation was exquisite—a burning stretch that bordered on too much but never crossed that threshold.
“That’s it,” Eli murmured from beside us, his voice a dark rumble that vibrated through me. “Give it to her, pet. Show her what that gorgeous cock can do.”
Luke shuddered at Eli’s words, his hips jerking forward involuntarily, driving him deeper into me. I cried out, my back arching off the bed as he bottomed out, filling me completely. For a moment, we stayedfrozen like that, connected in the most intimate way, my inner walls pulsing around his thickness.
“So fucking beautiful,” Eli whispered, his hand trailing down Luke’s spine before cupping my breast. “Both of you. Perfect together.”
Luke began to move then, pulling back slowly before thrusting forward with careful control. Each stroke sent sparks shooting up my spine, pleasure building in waves that threatened to drown me. His body was a work of art above me—lean muscle shifting beneath golden skin, sweat beading along his collarbones, his face a mask of concentrated pleasure.
I wrapped my legs around his waist, pulling him deeper, urging him on. “More,” I gasped, the word barely audible. “Harder, Luke. Please.”
