Chapter 16
Xavier
I’d never felt more exposed, more vulnerable, more fucking terrified of what I was about to let happen. But I needed it. Needed him.
“Spread your legs a little wider.”
I complied, shifting my stance, and arching my back more, instinctively wanting him to think I was pretty.
“Gonna make you into a little slut,” he murmured, slapping my ass.
Fire raced through my veins and I arched up into his touch, my cock hardening.
“More,” I whispered. He slapped me again and again.
“Is that good, baby?” I dropped my head to the couch, moaning as I closed my eyes and let the pleasure-pain of his spanking wash over me, calming me, grounding me.
Making it clear who I belonged to. After a few minutes he stopped and I heard the snap of the lube cap.
“I’m going to go slow,” Milo said, his voice lower now, a rough edge to it that sent a shiver down my spine. “Tell me if you need me to stop.”
“I don’t want you to stop,” I whispered. “Not ever.”
The first touch of his slick finger against my entrance made me flinch, not from pain but from the newness of the sensation, the intimacy of being touched in a place I’d never let anyone touch before.
“Relax,” June’s voice floated to me, gentle but direct. “Push back against his finger a little. It helps. Speaking of someone who has had your dick inside her ass.”
I shot her a look, she just smiled that calm, knowing smile of hers. Her eyes never left mine as Milo’s finger circled my hole, spreading the cool lube, teasing but not yet pushing inside.
“I’ve got you,” Milo murmured, his free hand settling on the small of my back, warm and grounding. “Breathe, X.”
I pulled in a shaky breath, then let it out slowly, consciously willing the tension from my muscles. As I exhaled, Milo’s finger pushed forward, breaching me for the first time. The sensation was strange—a pressure, an invasion, but not painful. Different from anything I’d ever felt before.
“Jesus,” I breathed, my fingers digging into the back of the couch. “That’s... fuck.”
“Too much?” Milo asked immediately, his finger stilling.
“No,” I managed. “Just... different.”
He laughed softly. “Different good or different bad?”
I opened my mouth to answer, but then he pushed his finger deeper, and whatever words I had evaporated in a rush of sensation. “Good,” I gasped. “Definitely good.”
“Look at his cock. It’s dripping,” June said. “He likes being joined to Daddy Milo.”
She was right. My cock was hard as steel, and if I glanced down, I could see a clear bead of pre-cum glistening at the tip. The sight of it, the evidence of my arousal on display for both of them, sent a flush of heat through my body that was equal parts embarrassment and desire.
Milo worked his finger deeper, the initial discomfort giving way to a building pressure that radiated outward from my core.
I’d never understood the appeal of this—had assumed it was something people endured for their partners rather than actively enjoyed.
But as Milo’s finger moved inside me, stretching me, filling me, I found myself rocking back against his hand, seeking more.
“Look at you,” Milo’s voice was thick with wonder. “Taking it so well. Want to try a second finger?”
I nodded with a whimper. The first finger withdrew slightly, then returned with a second, the stretch more pronounced now, a burn that walked the perfect edge between pleasure and pain that I’d experienced when he’d spanked me.
I hissed through my teeth, my eyes falling closed as I adjusted to the new intrusion.
Milo’s fingers worked deeper, stretching me, preparing me, and suddenly, all I could think about was taking his cock. The room felt too hot suddenly, sweat beading on my forehead, trickling down my spine.
Then Milo’s fingers curled inside me, brushing against something that sent a jolt of pleasure so intense it nearly buckled my knees.
“Fuck!” The word tore from my throat, raw and desperate.
“There it is,” Milo said, satisfaction clear in his voice. “Your prostate. Some men’s aren’t this sensitive, but yours...” He stroked that spot again, and another bolt of pleasure shot through me, making my cock jerk and leak. “Yours is perfect.”
I couldn’t speak, could only make a strangled noise as Milo continued his assault on that sweet spot inside me.
Each brush of his fingers sent sparks shooting up my spine, pleasure so acute it bordered on pain.
My cock throbbed in time with my racing pulse, neglected but harder than I could ever remember it being.
June reached out, her small hand cupping my cheek with a tenderness that made something twist painfully in my chest. Her thumb traced my lower lip, and without thinking, I opened for her, sucking the digit into my mouth.
The taste of her skin, the way her pupils dilated at my action, combined with Milo’s relentless fingers inside me to create a perfect storm of sensation.
“Touch his cock,” Milo directed, his voice rough with desire. “He needs it.”
June shifted so she was kneeling beside me, and her hand slid over my side and down between my legs, wrapping around my aching cock. The first stroke had me groaning around her thumb, my hips jerking forward into her grip, then back onto Milo’s fingers in a desperate rhythm I couldn’t control.
“Look at you,” June whispered, her voice filled with wonder. “So beautiful like this. So needy.”
“Please,” I gasped as June’s thumb slipped from my mouth. “Milo, I need—” I couldn’t finish the sentence, couldn’t put into words what I wanted, but Milo understood.
“I know what you need.” His fingers withdrew slowly, leaving me empty, bereft. “Turn around. On your back.”
I straightened, my legs unsteady beneath me as I turned to face them.
June stood and helped me, her hands gentle as she guided me down onto the couch, arranging pillows behind my head.
Milo was already undoing his jeans, pushing them down his thighs along with his boxers, his cock springing free—thick, hard, intimidating.
I’d never looked at him like this before—never allowed myself to really see him, to want him, to imagine him inside me.
I watched as he threw his shirt aside and kicked off his jeans, gorgeous muscles rippling with every move.
And suddenly, I desperately needed to feel every inch of his hard body against mine.
“Lift your legs,” he instructed, kneeling on the couch between my spread thighs. “Hold them up for me.”
I hooked my arms under my knees, pulling them toward my chest, feeling impossibly exposed in this position.
June handed him a towel, and they tucked a pillow and the towel under my ass.
Then she settled by my head, lifting my head to rest in her lap, her fingers combing through my hair in a soothing rhythm.
“You good?” Milo asked, one hand on my thigh, the other guiding his cock to my entrance.
I met his gaze, saw the question there—not just about physical comfort but about all of it, about this line we were crossing, this change to our friendship that could never be undone. “Just fuck me already, Milo.”
He smirked, then pressed forward slowly, the blunt head of his cock stretching me wider than his fingers had. The pressure was intense, a burning fullness that had me sucking in a sharp breath, my body instinctively resisting the intrusion.
But the intrusion was his cock. My best friend’s cock was splitting me open, unmaking me. I knew I’d never be the same again. After this, I’d be his.
“Relax,” Milo murmured, his hand moving from my thigh to wrap around my cock, stroking slowly. “Let me in, X.”
I focused on his hand, on the pleasure it provided, willing my body to accept him. Gradually, the resistance gave way, and the head of his cock slipped inside me. We both groaned at the sensation.
“Fuck,” he breathed, his eyes locked on mine, pupils blown wide with desire. “You feel amazing.”
He pushed deeper, inch by agonizing inch, until he was fully seated inside me, his hips flush against my ass. The feeling was beyond anything I could have imagined—full, overwhelming, like he was touching parts of me no one had ever reached before. Like he was part of me, joined to me.
“Don’t leave me.” The words tore from my lips, tears pricking at my eyes.
“Baby, I could never,” Milo whispered. “We’re in this, whatever it is. You, me, and June. Okay?”
I met his eyes, then looked up at her, and she nodded, smoothing my hair with her fingers, her eyes a little glassy. “The three of us,” she confirmed. “I’m glad you admitted that you need his cock. You’re beautiful joined together.”
“So beautiful,” Milo said.
Then he leaned down and kissed me, his lips claiming mine with a possessiveness that shocked me. This wasn’t a performance for June, or soothing me after a rough spanking. This was real—Milo kissing me like he’d wanted to for years, like he couldn’t get enough, like he was staking a claim.
He pulled back a little. “If you think I’m going to let you go after this, you’ve lost your goddamn mind.”
I lifted my lips and kissed him back with equal hunger, my arms releasing my legs to wrap around his back, pulling him closer, arching to get as close to him as I possibly could.
It wasn’t just sex, it was our bodies fusing together, becoming one, like maybe I’d always craved.
His cock shifted inside me with the movement, sending a fresh wave of pleasure spiraling through my body.
“I got you,” Milo whispered against my lips, echoing the words he’d said a thousand times before—when I’d crashed my bike, when I’d lost my job, when I’d been too drunk to get home alone. “I always got you, X.”
The words broke something open inside me, some wall I’d built so carefully over the years. I felt a suspicious wetness at the corners of my eyes, blinked it away furiously, refusing to acknowledge it.
June’s hand stroked my cheek, drawing my attention to her. Her expression was soft, understanding, free of the judgment I’d feared. “It’s okay,” she murmured, bending to press her lips to mine in a kiss that was gentler than Milo’s but no less powerful. “It’s okay to want this. To need it.”
As if her words had granted permission, Milo began to move, drawing his hips back before pushing forward again, establishing a rhythm that had me gasping against June’s lips. The initial discomfort had faded, replaced by a pleasure so intense it bordered on overwhelming.
“You were right,” I admitted to June, my voice breaking as Milo hit that spot inside me that made stars explode behind my eyes. “My hole is fucking needy.”
She laughed, the sound bright and delighted, her hand reaching between us to wrap around my cock again, delicate fingers contrasting with Milo’s brute force in the most delicious way. “I usually am right,” she said, her tone teasing. “But I’m especially glad to be right about this.”
Milo’s pace increased, his strokes becoming deeper, harder, each thrust pushing me further into the cradle of June’s lap. The dual stimulation—Milo’s cock hitting my prostate with unerring accuracy, June’s hand stroking my shaft—quickly pushed me toward the edge.
“Fuck, I’m gonna come,” I gasped, my hips working helplessly between them, seeking more of both sensations at once. “Shit, Milo—June—I can’t—”
“Let go,” June whispered, her hand moving faster on my cock. “Come for us, Xavier.”
The orgasm hit like a freight train, tearing through me with an intensity that stole my breath. I came in thick pulses over my stomach, my ass clenching rhythmically around Milo’s cock, wringing a low groan from him.
“That’s it,” he gritted out, his hips snapping forward with renewed vigor as I trembled through the aftershocks. “Fuck, X, you feel so good.”
June continued stroking me, gentler now, drawing out every last drop of pleasure until I was shaking from oversensitivity. Only then did she release me, her hand coming up to stroke my face instead, brushing sweat-damp hair from my forehead with tender care.
Milo’s rhythm faltered, his strokes becoming erratic, desperate. He gripped my thighs hard enough to bruise, using them for leverage as he pounded into me like he was trying to reach something deep inside. I lay there, spent and boneless, letting him use me, watching the pleasure build on his face.
“Gonna come inside you,” he warned, his voice strained. “Can I—”
“Yes,” I cut him off, surprising myself with how much I wanted it. “Do it. Fill me up.”
The words pushed him over the edge. He slammed deep one final time, his cock pulsing inside me as he came with a deep, guttural groan that I felt in my bones. The sensation was strange but not unpleasant—a warmth spreading through me as his release filled me.
For a long moment, we stayed like that, frozen in tableau—Milo buried inside me, June cradling my head in her lap, all of us breathing hard in the aftermath. Then slowly, carefully, Milo withdrew, the sensation making me wince slightly.
“Sorry,” he murmured, his hand gentle on my thigh. “Did I hurt you?”
I shook my head, not trusting my voice yet. The truth was, it had hurt—a little—but in a way that I already knew I’d want again. In a way that felt right, necessary, like something I’d been missing without realizing it.
“You’re both beautiful together,” June said softly, her fingers still tracing patterns on my skin. “I knew you would be.”
I met Milo’s eyes, saw the question there, the uncertainty beneath the post-orgasmic haze. I reached for him, pulled him down to lie beside me on the too-small couch, his body half-covering mine in a tangle of limbs that should have been uncomfortable but wasn’t.
“That was...” I searched for words that could encompass what had just happened, what it meant, and came up empty. “Fuck, Milo.”
He laughed, the sound vibrating against my chest. “Eloquent as always, X.”
I rolled my eyes, but there was no heat in it. June shifted against us, adjusting to make room, her small body somehow fitting perfectly into the spaces between us.
As I lay there, sandwiched between the two people who’d somehow broken through every wall I’d ever built, I knew with absolute certainty that Milo was the only man who would ever be allowed inside me like that.
This wasn’t about my sexuality, it was about him, about her, about the way we were together.