Time freezes when his lips find mine. They’re surprisingly soft, and he’s unexpectedly gentle, blowing all of my expectations completely out of the water. It’s nothing like I thought and better than I could have dreamed up.
My hand is already reaching out when I remember that he doesn’t like being touched. Before I can retract it, Xavier clasps it and directs me to Hunter, twisting me so that I’m comfortably resting my palm over his stomach. His rock-hard stomach. That’s—that’s—Fuck.
Miles nudges my nose, encouraging me to tilt my head. I’m too enthusiastic and accidentally break the kiss. I could swear he’s smiling when he uses a hand on my cheek to bring me back where he wants me. It melts me until I’m a puddle on the floor. I’m burning up. Do I have a fever? His hand is hot, radiating through his glove. How is the leather not on fire? Can leatherbeset on fire? I can’t—I can’t think.
“Open,” Miles murmurs, so low I almost don’t hear it.
Open? Oh.Oh.My lips are parting before I can register embarrassment. He doesn’t give me a chance to switch my brain on, sliding into my mouth and stroking at the deepest parts of me. He crowds closer, his body heat pouring over me like molten lava. He’s so much taller than me that I’m forced to lift my head further so that we don’t separate.
The urge to touch him, to grasp any part of him, almost overrides me again. “I want—” I gasp. “Can I—”
Miles cuts me off, dragging me back in, teasing my tongue with his own.
“No, duckling,” Xavier murmurs, hot breath against the back of my neck. A shiver runs over my skin, all the waydown my back. At the same time, a hand sneaks under my shirt, overloading my system. “You don’t get to touch. Just experience.”
There’s a lot of touching going on, so the restriction seems unfair. At the same time, I don’t remember how to breathe, let alone move multiple body parts in any kind of coordinated effort.
The sound of kissing behind me has my heart skipping a beat, and I press harder against Miles’ mouth, silently asking for more. I need something to soothe the ache building inside me. The way they feed off each other, are so in tune, the attraction like a beating pulse, is intoxicating. The fact that they’ve brought me into it, included me in whatever this is, has to be a dream. A really, extremely, very vivid dream.
My shirt is lifted, and Miles leaves me bereft for a moment as it’s taken off, my hair sticking on end from the friction. I don’t even have to beg for Miles to come back before he’s kissing me again, making my heart flutter and lust burn low in my belly.
A soft whisper of lips glides over my bare shoulder, and I clutch tighter at the two men on either side of me. I’m glad that’s allowed because I need it to anchor me even if I so badly want to explore Miles and learn everything.
Xavier’s hand slides into my pants, grasping my erection. I gasp at the sudden touch, and Miles leans even closer, using it to map out more of the inside of my mouth.
Everything blurs together, my focus so captured by Miles that it’s hard to pay attention to anything else. My socks are slowly peeled off—who is kneeling at my feet?God—and my pants are tugged down, and suddenly I’m naked in front of them.
Miles breaks the kiss and steps back, gaze sweeping over me, taking it all in. My fingers twitch with the urge to cover myself and hide. I’m not like them. I don’t have muscles. My belly is soft, showing my love of chips and chocolate-covered almondsamong other sweets and snacks. There’s only a barely there sprinkle of hair on my chest. I have a freckle above my left nipple that makes it look like I have a second one there at first glance.
They’re so put together, and the suits they all wear should be illegal. Not to mention the fact that they’re still fully dressed in their immaculate suits, and I have nothing on. Together they’re a magazine shoot, and I’m a “before” photo.
I’m too scared to look around at all of them, to see what they think. My insides are a weird mix of sexual hunger and fear. That shouldn’t be as appealing as it feels.
Hunter slides a hand down my back, and Xavier kisses my shoulder, moving up to my neck, my throat, my chin. He sucks a spot just underneath as Hunter latches onto my opposite shoulder, using teeth and tongue to mark me. Together they overwhelm my senses, and all I can do is lean back and enjoy, eyes closed. I’m so hard I’m throbbing, and I badly ache to touch them, to dosomething.
The air shifts in front of me, and my eyes shoot open, locking onto Miles. He’s so close and too far away. I still don’t know if I can touch, and I don’t want to break whatever spell they’re all under. WhatI’munder.
Hunter and Xavier lift away from me, and Miles plants a hand against my chest, pushing me onto the table until my legs are over the side. He moves between them, sliding a gloved hand up my thigh.
He stretches out over me, and then he’s kissing me again. A lance of pleasure races down my spine, and I moan, unable to hold it in. He’s slow, and deliberate, and I can’t think. Can’t breathe. What is he doing to me? What are they all doing to me?
He takes hold of my hip and pulls me forward, until my hard dick finds his. This time it’s his moan, deep in his chest. My stomach clenches, the ache inside spreading.
I arch my hips, pressing harder in an attempt to get some kind of relief. It’s so, so good. It’s not enough, and it’s too much, and I want more.
With a hand under my thigh, he lifts my leg, changing the angle. “Oh.Yes.That’s—” Whatever I thought to say, whatever that was, devolves into a low whine when Miles rolls his hips.
“Do you like that?” he asks huskily. Something about the way he asks makes me pause. It sounds more genuine than simple dirty talk. As though he really wants to know.
I pull back so that I can see his face and raise myself up onto an elbow. He looks… self-conscious. That can’t be right. I should say something. Anything. Even a simpleyes.It’s an inefficient way to convey just how much I like it, but it’s at least an answer. My erection, rubbing against him like I’m in heat, has to give him some idea, though a verbal response is good, too, I’m sure.
Xavier’s hand curls around Miles’ shoulder. “Don’t worry, he’s more than enjoying it,” he says, voicing what I mean to say. He teases the tip of his fingers up my side. “Miles is new to this; do be gentle with him.”
I—what?
Miles gives Xavier a sardonic look. “I don’t need handling.”
“No?” Xavier’s hand snakes down to palm Miles’ dick, knuckles brushing against mine and making it twitch in needy anticipation of more. “I quite enjoy handling you.” He nudges Miles’ cheek with his nose, and his eyes briefly flutter closed at first contact. “What do you think, Matthew?”
