Chapter 13 #2
I approached, drinking in the sight of her. I eased her legs apart, exposing the pink, glistening flesh between her thighs. She was drenched and needy, and the knowledge sent a surge of possessive hunger through me.
“Beautiful. You’re a fucking daydream come to life.” I straddled the bike facing backward, my clothed body between her spread legs. I unzipped my fly, freeing my aching cock, giving it a few slow strokes as she watched, her eyes dark with desire.
“Please.” She lifted her hips, inviting me in. “Need you inside me.”
I lined myself up with her entrance, the head of my cock pressing against her slick heat. Then, in one smooth thrust, I buried myself inside her, feeling her tight walls stretch to accommodate me. She cried out, her back arching off the seat, her hands gripping the edges of the bike.
“Fuck, June.” I was overwhelmed by the sensation of her around me, hot and tight and perfect. “You feel so good.”
I began to move, establishing a rhythm that had the bike rocking slightly beneath us.
Leaning down, I braced my weight on one arm, bringing my face close to hers. She gasped, her hips rising to meet mine, her hands finding my shoulders, pulling me closer.
A movement to my left caught my attention. Milo stood beside the bike, his phone in hand. “Can I take a photo? Just for us,” he said. “For the nights when we’re alone and missing this.”
June shivered, eyes widening as her pussy fluttered around me.
“You like being photographed on my cock, baby?” I asked.
“Yes,” she said. “But only if you send it to me, too.” “Done.” Milo pocketed his phone, then stroked her hair.
“You look fucking beautiful on his bike, like a goddess.” I shifted, driving deeper into her, making her moan.
“Do you want to suck my cock?” Milo’s voice dropped into that commanding tone that made my own cock throb inside June’s heat.
“I do.” June tilted her head to the side, her cheek pressing against the seat as she reached for him. “Please, Daddy. Need to taste you.”
Milo stepped closer, unzipping his jeans and freeing his cock—thick and hard.
I wondered what he tasted like, watching as June opened her mouth, sticking out her tongue just a little.
I couldn’t tear my eyes away from the sight of him sliding between her lips, her throat working as she took him deeper.
The visual was obscene, electric—June taking both of us, my cock buried in her pussy while Milo’s disappeared into her mouth. My hips jerked, driving deeper inside her, making her moan around Milo’s length.
I met Milo’s eyes over June’s body. An unspoken communication had been building since that night in the barndominium, since he’d put me over his knee and made me come with just his voice and his hands on my ass.
He leaned forward, one hand on the bike, the other guiding his cock in and out of June’s eager mouth. And then his lips were on mine, kissing me over her body, his tongue sliding against mine in a mirror of the ways our bodies were connected through her.
“This is what we are,” he whispered against my lips. “Bound through her.”
The words sent a shock of recognition through me. Yes, this was what we were—three bodies, three hearts, connected in ways I was only beginning to understand. My pace increased, driving into June with renewed urgency, my hand sliding between us to find her clit, circling it with my thumb.
She writhed beneath us, caught between our bodies, taking us both with desperate enthusiasm. Milo’s hand found mine on her hip, our fingers intertwining as we moved together, finding a rhythm that had June trembling, her body tightening around my cock, her moans vibrating around Milo’s.
“That’s it, Junie.” Milo’s voice was strained as he approached his own release. “Come for us. Show us how good we make you feel.”
I pressed harder against her clit, feeling the way her inner muscles clenched and fluttered around me. “Come on, let go, baby. We’ve got you.”
She came with a muffled scream around Milo’s cock, her body convulsing beneath us, inner walls pulsing around me with enough force to trigger my own release. I groaned, burying myself deep inside her as I came, filling her with pulse after pulse of hot cum.
Above me, Milo tensed, his hand tightening on mine as he found his own release, spilling down June’s throat, her name a ragged sound torn from his lips. She swallowed, her throat working, taking everything he gave her.
We stayed connected and breathless, the only sounds our harsh breathing and the distant call of birds in the trees. Milo withdrew from June’s mouth, tucking himself away. I eased out of her as well.
June caught my breath, her eyes narrowing. “Are you okay?”
I felt heat rise in my cheeks, embarrassment warring with the strange pride I felt at the memory of submitting to Milo. “I’m fine.”
“He’s lying,” Milo said, extending a hand to help June sit up. “His ass is bruised to hell and back.”
June looked between us, confusion giving way to realization. “What happened?”
I cleared my throat, finding it difficult to meet her eyes. “Milo spanked me. Like, um, sexy but not? For being rude to you.”
Her eyes widened, pupils dilating. “That’s... that’s hot.”
Milo laughed, pulling her into his arms, kissing the top of her head. “Thought you might think so.”
Her gaze fixed on me, hungry and curious. “Did you cry? Did you come?”
Her direct questions made my cock stir again despite having just come. “Yes,” I said simply. “To both.”
She made a sound between a whimper and a moan. “I want to see next time,” she said. “I want to watch him spank you and see you come from it.”
The image her words conjured—June watching as Milo bent me over his knee, as I came from the pain and surrender—sent a shiver through me that had nothing to do with the mountain air on my sweat-damp skin.
“We can replay last night. Just for our girl,” Milo said with a wink.
I wanted to crawl into his lap and offer him my ass right there.