Chapter 23 Chloe
Chloe
This is not how I thought this night was going to go. Not even close, and now I’m standing between Jamie and Miles, my heart pounding like it’s trying to escape my chest.
My damp blonde hair clings to my neck under the hood of my hoodie, and I feel exposed even though I’m fully dressed. Their eyes on me—Jamie’s soft and pleading, Miles’s intense—it’s too much.
I should walk away.
I need to walk away. But my feet won’t move.
Miles’s gray eyes locking onto mine with that steady gaze that always unravels me.
He cups my face gently, his thumb brushing my lower lip, and before I can protest, his mouth is on mine.
The kiss starts slow, tentative, like he’s testing the waters, but then it deepens, his tongue slipping past my lips to taste me.
I gasp into it, my hands fisting the front of his shirt. He tastes like whiskey and regret, and it sends a shiver down my spine. This isn’t right. This can’t be happening. But God, it feels like everything I’ve been holding back.
Jamie presses in from the side, his blonde hair falling into his eyes as he watches us for a beat, hunger flickering across his face.
“You like that, baby?” he murmurs, his voice low and rough, like he’s savoring the sight.
I pull back from Miles just enough to catch a breath, my cheeks burning, but he doesn’t let me go far. His hand slides to the back of my neck, holding me there as Jamie leans in, capturing my mouth next. Jamie’s kiss is different—hungrier, more insistent, his teeth grazing my lip until I whimper.
They’re sandwiching me now, bodies close on either side, heat radiating through my clothes.
Miles’s hand trails down my back, firm and possessive, while Jamie’s fingers tangle in my damp hair, tugging just enough to make me arch.
“Tell us what you want, Chloe,” Miles whispers against my ear, his breath hot. “We can make you feel so good tonight. Memories to take with you.”
His words hit me like a punch—memories. That’s all this can be. One night to burn into my brain before I leave for good.
“I... I don’t know,” I breathe, but it’s a lie. My body’s screaming for it, thighs pressing together as arousal pools low in my belly. I’ve never done this—never even imagined a threesome—but they’ve done it before, I can tell from the way they move in sync, like they know exactly how to share.
Jamie chuckles softly, his hand slipping under my hoodie to caress my bare skin. “We do, baby. Let us show you.”
He drops to his knees in front of me, eyes dark with intent as he looks up.
Miles keeps kissing my neck, his lips trailing fire along my collarbone, one hand steadying me while the other pushes my hoodie up.
Jamie’s fingers slide over my thighs making me shiver. Oh fuck! This is really happening.
“You gonna let us take care of you, won’t you Chloe?” he asks, voice husky.
I nod, biting my lip, and he tugs my panties down in one motion, exposing me to the cool air.
My breath hitches as Jamie’s hands grip my thighs, spreading them apart.
Miles’s fingers find my chin, tilting my face back to him. “Open up, princess,” he says, and when I do, he spits into my mouth—wet and dirty, the act making my core clench. I swallow, tasting him, feeling filthy and wanted all at once.
Jamie’s mouth is on me then, hot and insistent, his tongue flicking over my clit before he sucks it into his mouth. I cry out, the sound muffled against Miles’s lips as he kisses me deeply, swallowing my moans.
“Fuck, you taste good, baby,” Jamie groans against my pussy, the vibration sending sparks through me. His fingers rub circles on my clit, rough and precise, while his tongue slides inside, lapping at my wetness like he’s starved.
Miles pulls back just enough to watch, his hand wrapping lightly around my throat with just enough pressure to make my head spin.
“You like him eating you out while I watch, princess? Like knowing we’re both here for you?
” His gray eyes bore into mine, making it hotter, like he’s getting off on the show.
“Yes,” I gasp, hips bucking against Jamie’s face.
It’s overwhelming—their attention solely on me, no jealousy, just pure focus. Jamie’s tongue works faster, two fingers sliding inside me now.
Memories flash—lazy mornings with Jamie’s head between my legs, Miles’s rough hands pinning me down—but this? This is new, amplified, both of them worshipping me.
“That’s it, baby, come for us,” Jamie urges, his free hand spanking my ass lightly, the sting blooming into heat. I whimper, tears pricking my eyes from the intensity, but it feels so good, building that coil tighter.
Miles tightens his grip on my throat just a fraction, his other hand pinching my nipple through my hoodie. “Beg for it, princess. Tell us how bad you want to come.”
“Please,” I sob, voice breaking. “I need it—please, make me come.” The words tumble out, desperate, and it’s like flipping a switch.
Jamie sucks harder, fingers thrusting deep, and I shatter, crying out as waves crash over me. My legs shake, but Miles holds me up, kissing away the tears on my cheeks. “So fucking pretty when you come,” he murmurs.
They don’t give me time to recover. Jamie stands, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand, grinning like he just won something. “Your turn to taste us, baby.”
He and Miles guide me to the couch, positioning me on my knees between them as they shed their clothes. Jamie’s cock springs free first—thick and hard, pre-cum beading at the tip. Miles is next, longer, veins prominent, both of them watching me with that hungry gaze.
“Suck him, princess,” Miles says, guiding my head toward Jamie.
I wrap my lips around Jamie’s cock, tongue swirling the head, tasting the salt of him. He groans, hand in my hair, not pushing but encouraging. “Just like that, baby—fuck, your mouth feels amazing.” I take him deeper, gagging a little as he hits the back of my throat, tears welling up again.
Miles strokes himself beside us, eyes locked on the scene. “You look so hot choking on his dick.” He says to Jamie, “I bet she feels amazing.”
Jamie nods, thrusting shallowly. “Hell yeah. But I want more.”
They switch, Miles’s cock now at my lips. He’s rougher, fucking my mouth with controlled thrusts, his hand choking my throat lightly from the outside. “Take it all, princess—gag on me.”
I do, choking and whimpering, saliva dripping down my chin as I hollow my cheeks. The tears come freely now, mixing with the mess, but the ache between my legs only grows.
“Enough,” Miles growls after a minute, pulling out with a wet pop. “We need to fuck you proper.”
They maneuver me onto the couch, Jamie grabbing a condom from his pocket and rolling it on quickly. Miles does the same, their experience showing in the seamless way they prepare.
Jamie lies back, pulling me onto his lap. “Ride me, baby.” I straddle him, sinking down onto his cock slowly, the stretch burning so good. He fills me completely, hands on my hips as I start to move.
Miles kneels behind me, his hands spreading my ass cheeks.
“Gonna play with you while he fucks that pretty pussy.” His fingers rub my clit again, slick from my earlier orgasm, while Jamie thrusts up into me.
I moan, head falling back against Miles’s shoulder.
“You like being sandwiched like this, princess? Both of us making you feel good?”
“God, yes,” I cry, the voyeurism hitting harder as I imagine how we must look—me impaled on Jamie, Miles’s fingers working me over. He spanks my ass again, harder this time, the slap echoing. “Beg for more.”
“Please, Miles—touch me, fuck.” My voice is wrecked, body trembling as Jamie’s cock hits deep with every roll of my hips.
Miles spits on his fingers, rubbing them over my back entrance teasingly before focusing back on my clit, circling fast. The dual sensation—Jamie’s thrusts, Miles’s rough touch—pushes me toward the edge again.
“Switch,” Jamie says after a while, voice strained.
They move me like I’m theirs to position, experienced hands guiding without hesitation.
Now Miles is beneath me, his cock sliding into my pussy with a groan.
“Fuck, princess, you’re so tight.” He’s thicker inside, stretching me differently, and I ride him hard, chasing the friction.
Jamie stands in front, feeding his cock back into my mouth. “Suck while he fucks you, baby.” I do, choking on him as Miles thrusts up, one hand choking my throat lightly, the other spanking my ass in rhythm. “You crying again? So fucking pretty—love seeing you like this.”
Tears stream down my face, whimpers muffled around Jamie’s dick, but it’s ecstasy, their focus solely on pleasuring me, making me feel adored in the filthiest way.
“Come on my cock, princess,” Miles demands, his free hand rubbing my clit now. Jamie pulls out of my mouth, spitting into it again before kissing me messily. “Yeah, baby, let go—give us that.”
I shatter a second time, walls clenching around Miles as I scream, body convulsing between them.
They don’t stop.
Jamie flips me onto my back and pounds into me with the condom still on, Miles jerking himself over my chest.
“Gonna come on you, baby—mark you as ours for tonight.”
His words send me spiraling, another orgasm ripping through as Jamie follows, groaning as he fills the condom deep inside me.
Miles comes last, hot spurts landing on my tits and stomach, his hand milking every drop while he watches me with those intense eyes. “Look at you, princess—so beautiful covered in us.” I lie there panting, spent and sticky, their hands gentle now, wiping me clean with a nearby shirt.
Jamie kisses my forehead. “You okay, baby?”
Miles nods, brushing my damp hair back. “We made you feel good, right?”
I nod, tears of a different kind now—overwhelmed, sated. “Yeah. So good. Memories... I’ll remember this.” It’s just one night, I tell myself. But as they pull me between them on the couch, holding me close, I wonder if leaving will be as easy as I thought.
The afterglow lingers, their touches turning tender—Jamie’s fingers tracing lazy patterns on my arm, Miles’s hand resting possessively on my hip. We don’t talk much, just breathe together, the weight of what’s happened settling in.
I’ve never felt so wanted, so utterly consumed.
My body’s sore in the best way, echoes of their cocks and mouths still pulsing through me. Flashes replay of Jamie’s tongue on my clit, Miles’s hand around my throat, the way they switched seamlessly, always focused on me.
“You’re incredible, Chloe,” Jamie whispers, pressing a kiss to my shoulder. ‘Don’t forget that.”
This night wasn’t what I planned, but it’s etched into me now—rough edges and all. A memory to carry, even if it’s the last.
But as sleep tugs at me, sandwiched safe between them, part of me hopes it’s not.