She's trying to keep up with my mouth but her focus is fracturing, her kisses becoming sloppy and desperate as Milo hooks his fingers into the waistband of her pants and pulls them down her legs.
I feel the exact moment Milo's mouth finds her because her entire body tenses against me, a gasp tearing loose that I swallow with my kiss. Her hips lift off the mattress as Milo's hands press her thighs open, settling between them with a groan that vibrates against her skin.
I pull back just enough to watch her face. Her eyes are squeezed shut, her lips parted, every exhale punched out of her as Milo works between her legs. One hand is buried in his hair, holding him against her. The other grips my forearm like she needs the anchor.
"Look at me," I tell her.
Her eyes open, struggling to focus. I hold her gaze and brush the braids away from her neck, lowering my mouth to the spotbelow her ear. Milo must do something with his tongue because her whole body jerks, a moan catching in her throat as her nails rake down my arm.
"Good?" I murmur against her skin.
She hums a response, her head tilting up a little as her hips rock against Milo's mouth in a rhythm that borders on desperate, her thighs clenching around his head. Her scent is everywhere, vanilla and sandalwood and something deeper underneath it, mixing with my brother’s.
"Let go," I tell her, my lips against her throat. "We've got you."
Milo hums against her, and the vibration is what does it. She comes with her face pressed into my neck, her teeth sinking into my shoulder, a broken sound muffled against my skin as her whole body shudders. Her thighs clamp around Milo's head, her fingers tightening in his hair and on my arm. He doesn't stop, working her through every aftershock, his hands stroking her thighs as she shudders and shakes and finally goes boneless between us.
"Your turn," she breathes against my lips.
Before I can respond, she sits up, her hand finding Milo's chest, pushing him back against the pillows. He goes willingly, his eyes wide, his breath coming fast as she swings a leg over him and settles on his thighs. His hands find her hips immediately, fingers pressing into her skin like he needs something to hold onto.
"Hi," she says, looking down at him.
"Hi." His voice cracks on the single syllable, his scent surging so sweet it coats the back of my throat.
Iris leans down and kisses him, as Milo makes a sound against her mouth that's close to a whimper, his hips shifting beneath her. She pulls back just enough to smile at him, her fingers working his belt open before tugging his pants down his legs.He helps, kicking them off with zero grace, nearly taking out a pillow in the process.
Then her hand wraps around him and his head drops back against the pillows, every muscle in his body going taut. She strokes him once and then again, before lowering her mouth to take him in, his whole body jerking off the mattress.
"Fuck— Iris—" His hand flies to her hair, his fingers tangling in her braids before catching himself and loosening his grip. She hums around him and his hips buck, a broken groan tearing out of his chest.
She takes her time with him, pulling back to drag her tongue along the length of him before swallowing him down again. Milo is falling apart in real time, his stomach muscles clenching with every pass of her mouth. He keeps trying to hold still and failing, his hips rolling up to meet her, small desperate sounds escaping through his teeth.
She pulls back, her lips swollen, her eyes dark, and looks over her shoulder at me. The challenge in her expression is unmistakable. "Go ahead and take control." A smile tugs at the corner of her mouth. "Like I know you want to."
I reach for my jeans and pull a condom from my back pocket. Iris catches the motion, her eyebrows lifting as a laugh escapes her. "You came prepared."
"I was hoping."
Her laugh deepens, her head tipping back. "At least one of you planned ahead."
"Hey," Milo protests weakly from beneath her, his voice wrecked. "I planned. Emotionally."
Iris is still laughing as I move behind her, my hands settling on her hips. The laughter fades into a sharp breath when I pull her back against me, her spine pressing flush to my chest. I take my time rolling the condom on, making her wait as the tension in her body builds with every second. She pushes back against meimpatiently, her hand still wrapped around Milo, stroking him in a rhythm that has him gripping the blankets beneath him.
When I finally push into her, we both go still. Her head falls back against my shoulder, a low sound leaving her throat, her fingers tightening on Milo hard enough to make him gasp. I hold there, letting her adjust, my mouth against her ear, my hands gripping her hips.
"Move," she says, the words coming out like a command.
I don't take commands. But I move anyway, because the sound she makes when I do is worth every concession. She rocks forward with the motion, her mouth finding Milo again, taking him in as I set the pace from behind.
The rhythm builds between the three of us, Iris caught in the middle, giving and receiving at the same time. Every thrust pushes her forward onto Milo, and his hands find her hair again, gentler this time, his fingers trembling as she works him with her mouth.
Milo goes first. His scent spikes so sweet it's almost overwhelming, sunshine and honey flooding the room. His back arches off the mattress, his hand fisting in the blankets, a sound leaving him that's somewhere between a sob and a moan. Iris stays with him through it, her hand replacing her mouth, stroking him through the aftershocks as his body shakes and his breathing comes in ragged gasps.
"Good," she murmurs against his hip, pressing a kiss to the bone. "You're so good."
Then Iris straightens up against me, her back pressing to my chest, and her hand reaches behind her to grip the back of my neck. The angle shifts and my grip on her hips tightens as I continue to fuck into her. She twists her head to find my mouth, kissing me hard, biting my lip when I thrust deeper. Her other hand braces against Milo's chest, his fingers lacing through hers.
