Me? They wantwords? I’m not sure I have a voice left, not when they look like that together. They render me speechless, with no thoughts remaining. The words, when they come, are hoarse and sound nothing like me. “Handling good.”
I should just hand back my teaching licence now before anyone finds out about my word salads.
Xavier smiles and kisses Miles’ chin. There’s another flutter of his eyes, like he’s savouring the contact. “And you, Hunter?”
My head jerks to the side, where Hunter stands, observing quietly. He’s rolled up his sleeves, strong forearms on display. The dining light above him gives him an almost otherworldly glow. He’s so handsome that my chest clenches just looking at him. I didn’t know that I could feel even more attracted to him, but seeing him with these two men has somehow enhanced everything.
“What about me?” Hunter doesn’t look away from me when he answers, and I’m mesmerised.
“Do you like handling Miles?” Xavier says smoothly. He rotates his palm over Miles’ groin. Miles sucks in a breath, holding tighter to my leg.
“I like watching him handle Matthew.”
The two of them are trying to kill me. Cause of death: spontaneous combustion.
Xavier skims my stomach and chest, plucking at my sensitive nipple. His thumb brushes over my freckle, and he bites his lip as he takes in my reaction to him. “He’s ready and waiting for you, Miles. Aren’t you, duckling?”
That nickname. Why does it make my heart skip a beat? My hands clench at my sides, but I’m unsure if I can do anything. Am I allowed to touch now?
Xavier smirks, despite the fact I didn’t answer, and turns back to Miles, who’s staring down at me hungrily. “Your move, Miles.”
Miles licks his bottom lip, and my body lights itself on fire. I hope beyond hope that means he’s going to keep going.
He hooks my knee over his hip and lets go. I take the hint and squeeze, remaining in place. I like the way it opens me up. Xavier isn’t wrong. I’m definitely ready for him.
A shiver runs through me from head to toe when he takes my wrists and lifts my arms up above my head, stretching me out.
His gaze rakes over me, eyes darkening. Does that mean he likes what he sees? “Don’t move them,” he orders.
Oh, God.I can only nod. No moving. Got it. Twisting my hands together helps with the urge. What I really want to do is open his shirt and explore what’s underneath.
All thoughts disappear when he takes his glove off his left hand by dragging the index finger off… with his teeth. I squeeze my hands tighter together, as well as my thighs, though that’s less voluntary.Please. Please touch me. Please.
I swear his fingers are trembling as he reaches towards me. He places his entire hand, splaying it out, over my belly. It’s so hot I’m sure that he’s marking me, forever tattooed by his touch. He bites his lip, fixated at the spot where our skin meets. The stillness kills me, and yet I want it to continue forever, trapped in this moment with him.
“Do you like that?” I ask breathlessly, unintentionally mimicking his earlier words.
His eyes flare with heat. “Yes.” So matter of fact. Strangely reassuring. He doesn’t seem like the kind of man who worries about sparing someone’s feelings.
Out of the corner of my eye, I spot Xavier moving. Before I can follow to see what he’s doing, Miles starts exploring my skin, and he’s the only thing that I can see.
He trails his fingers across me unhurriedly, watching with sharp eyes, documenting my every reaction. He finds a spot just under my ribs that makes my body jerk and my toes curl. A smile flirts with his mouth, and he slides back over the same spot. Twice.
The curve of my hip gives him the same response, and he spends extra time there. On purpose.
“That’s—sensitive—” I gasp, arching into him.
“I know.” He brushes over me again. “Hmm.”
What was that noise fo— “Ah!” His mouth closes over the same spot, tongue flicking. Every nerve ending I have lights up, and my dangling leg lifts, bracketing either side of him. It brings me back in contact with his hardness. Even through the fabric of his slacks, he’s hot and firm, and I have to arch my hips to add pressure and feel more. He rubs back, rotating, all while he marks me with teeth and tongue. The sensations are coming at me from all directions.
And then I turn my head.
Xavier’s standing behind Hunter, with Hunter’s fly open, dick in his hand. Hunter has one arm up and hooked backwards around Xavier’s neck, and they’re watching us even as they enjoy each other.
The sight of them, coupled with Miles’ onslaught, pushes me into a sudden orgasm. It rips through me, pleasure bursting. I cry out, hips moving frantically, stomach quivering.Oh my God.I’m squeezing my eyes shut so hard that stars appear in the dark.
The intensity of it takes my breath away. I’ve never come from so little touch or so quickly. Most of my cum lands on my stomach, but there are spots on Miles’ slacks and the bottom corner of his suit jacket.
