Embarrassment heats my cheeks. “I—” I have no words. That’s the theme of the night, but this feels infinitely worse. A quick trigger. Just what everyone likes. Not.
Except that Miles’ nostrils flare, and then he’s running his fingers through the mess I made, spreading it around. My stomach swoops when he lifts a finger to his mouth, tasting it. Christ, that’s way hotter than it has any right to be.
Would it be too awkward to ask how it tastes? He gives an extra lick, so maybe instead it’s redundant to ask.
My mouth dries up when he opens his pants one-handed and pulls himself out. He’s leaking, his head slick and pointed up. Iknew he was turned on, of course, but seeing the truth of it is something else.
My nails scratch at the table, still needing something even after finding release.
Miles gathers more of my cum and uses it as slick, coating himself with a few long strokes.
That’s—it’s—my ass clenches, my dick twitching as if to bring itself back to life.
“I don’t need to ask if you like that.” Miles caresses my thigh with his still-gloved hand. The friction from the leather is enough to drive me wild. I shudder under his touch, sensitive skin tingling. A shaky breath that’s half moan slips out when he goes lower, towards my ass. At the same time that he reaches his destination, Hunter moans to my left. A finger slips inside as I turn my head, finding Hunter’s green eyes instantly.
Miles’ finger hooks and finds my prostate like a homing beacon. I jerk in pleasure and surprise.
“There?” Miles asks with a slight arch of his eyebrow.
“Thought—thought you were new to this,” I say shakily. He presses on the bundle of nerves and stays there, not giving me a moment of reprieve from the streaks of intense pleasure. The stimulation borders on too much, and I squirm, heels digging into Miles’ ass, toes curling. My dick is hardening again, which I didn’t even know was possible so soon.
“Miles has had a little practice,” Xavier says in a low voice, nuzzling Hunter’s neck. His hand moves fast over Hunter’s dick, wrist snapping, the head rapidly appearing and disappearing. It’s obscene and mouthwatering. Hunter’s dick. Right there. In front of me for the second time. A dream come to life.
Oh.Practice.Images flash in my mind. Memories of my first time meeting these men. Was that Miles’ only experience? How can that be? That can’t be right. He’s… him. Just looking at him is enough to get my heart racing. From the long hair that hecurrently has half up and looking so silky, to those dark bedroom eyes. That smoulder. The finger he’s using to stroke me from the inside with perfect precision.
My hips roll needily on their own in some kind of attempt to ease the ache, stroke the flames. “I’m—I’m close to—” How can I be so close again? What are they doing to me?
Miles doesn’t stop moving, sliding in and out of me. My cum isn’t enough to be an effective lube, so there’s friction, and somehow that only makes it more intense. It’s too much, not enough, everything.
“Don’t stop—don’t stop—please—” Random words keep streaming from my mouth. Begging. Prayers. Pleading. He doesn’t say a word, focused entirely on where he’s penetrating me, not even blinking. His hand speeds up on his dick in time with his fingering, like we’re completely in sync. All I can do is writhe and moan and take it. Reaching down to fist myself is pure instinct, matching Miles’ rhythm. Does this count as touching, when it’s not other people? I don’t care anymore. I just need to come again. And I need them to come with me. Hunter and Miles.
What is Xavier doing? Is he going to come too?
I can’t think—I can’t—I turn my head to see them—Oh my God,Xavier is lifting his cum-covered hand—Hunter’s—and coaxing Hunter to lick it off. Then they’re kissing. That isn’t an adequate description. They’re consuming each other. It isn’t just lust riding them. The love between them is so easy to see.
My vision blurs as the sight of them builds the pressure inside me impossibly high until— “Ah!” My hips lift from the table, body tensing. Miles groans deeply, his release mixing with mine, over my hand, dick, and stomach.
Miles throws his head back, neck stretching beautifully. He rides out his orgasm, still stroking himself, like he enjoys thatuncomfortable overload. I slump against the table, completely spent, and turn my head to the side.
Hunter is leaning back against Xavier, who’s resting his nose at Hunter’s temple, soaking him in. Hunter watches Miles and me with half-lidded eyes, looking every bit the cat that caught the canary. He’s so unbelievably sexy.
I lick my lips, imagining what it would be like to taste him. All of them. Will I ever find out?
Miles retreats from me, finger sliding out as he takes a step back. His gaze sweeps over me, and he visibly swallows. Despite the space between us, he still feels close to me. Sharing orgasms can do that. I’ve never been one to share them with people I don’t care about.
Even so, I suddenly feel self-conscious, lying here messy and debauched. Also completely naked while they’re all still dressed. None of them have even removed so much as a watch. The need to cover myself is strong, and I definitely would if I had anything to do it with. I don’t know where my clothes are.
“I think I—I need a shower.” And a minute to myself to process all of this. And visualise it all again. What if this is the only time it happens? I need to commit the experience to memory.
“Of course,” Hunter says smoothly. His pants are done back up, sleeves rolled down to his wrists. Completely put back together, not a stitch out of place. No one would guess he’d just come all over Xavier’s hand or licked off the evidence.
Wait. Xavier. My eyes meet his. “What about you? You need—” I glance down.
“Very sweet of you, duckling.” He rests a possessive hand on Hunter’s hip and kisses his shoulder. “Don’t worry, I got everything I needed.”
Hunter briefly touches his hand. “Let me show you the guest room and where the bathroom is.”
I nod, unsure what else to say as I awkwardly slide off the table.
