Page 68 of Ballads of Lines Blurred

“I’m not,” I mumbled.

Slater’s chest vibrated with a laugh. “Good, because I got hard on the way home, wondering what we were going to do. Milo mentioned fun. It was all I could think about.”

“We’re going to cuddle after,” Cody said. “Show Milo how much we love him.”

“That I can do,” Slater murmured. He pressed a soft kiss to my head. “I love you both. I want you on tour with me. If there’s a way to work it out so you two can go…”

Cody squeezed us tighter. “We’ll figure it out. I don’t want to be away from you for that long. I’d go out of my mind.”

“Me too,” I mumbled, inhaling Slater. He smelled like comfort and home. It was partly his fabric softener and partly him. I wanted to burrow against him.

“Inside,” he said. “I can only take so much of you rubbing against me with our clothes on.” He hit the button on the wall for the garage door. It slowly lowered, closing us in. “Get through the door and start taking off clothes. I want you upstairs in my bed.”

First Cody leaned away, then me. “You don’t have to tell me twice.” I pulled my shirt over my head, not giving a fuck if the door was open or if the front windows weren’t frosted. If someone wanted to look, they were going to see me in all my glory.

The three of us pushed through the door, into the kitchen in a race to see who could get naked first without tripping over our clothing as we went. I won by the way. My prize was the two of them lying in bed, waiting for me to take them.

31

CODY

Milo stood at the foot of the bed with his cock in his hand as he lazily stroked it. Laid out side by side, Slater and I were naked as well, shoulders touching. I was nervous. Sure, I’d played with myself before, had a dildo in my ass, but that wasn’t a person. I’d never had anyone fuck me. This wouldn’t be that, not with the way we loved each other. We’d make love today. There were no better hands for me to be in than theirs.

“Which one of you will I take apart first?” Milo contemplated. “Or should I take turns being buried in you? Line you up with your asses in the air and go from one to the other. I think I’d like that. Cody, can you get on your hands and knees with your hand in a splint? I wouldn’t want to hurt you.”

“I can make it work. I’ll put my arm on a pillow and push my upper body down so my weight isn’t on my hand.”

“If it hurts at all, tell us, and we stop to reposition.”

I nodded. My hand was the last thing I was worried about. The pain was gone in it. All that was left was for it to heal.

The more Milo told me what to do, the more I liked it. When I first proposed sleeping with Slater, the idea of bossing him around in bed made me hard as hell. I still wanted to do that sometimes. With Milo being the one in charge, I was all for that too.

Slater reached into the nightstand and grabbed the lube. The thought of us being bare with each other was hot. There would be no condom separating us. This was going to be as close as I could get to them. He tossed it to Milo, who easily caught it while I got into position.

Thankfully, I was flexible and could keep my ass up, legs slightly spread, as I took the weight off my hand. My chest pressed down on the bed and my arm and head were on a pillow. Slater was in a similar position beside me, except not as far down as I was. He turned his head so we could see each other, a smile forming on his lips.

The bed dipped behind us. Milo didn’t speak but I could see him out of the corner of my eye as he spread lube over his fingers, warming it, before reaching for us. “I’ve never done it like this before. Stretching you at the same time. Both of your asses in the air for me, ready and waiting. So beautiful.”

He traced around my rim, soft strokes to get me used to his touch. I tried to relax but my nerves got the better of me. When he attempted to dip his finger inside, I resisted him.

“Easy, honey, I’ve got you,” Milo whispered. “I won’t hurt you. If it’s too much, tell me and I’ll stop. You don’t have to do this.”

“I want to,” I told him while watching Slater. His eyes fluttered closed the more Milo worked his hole. “I want to give you both all of me.”

Taking his time, Milo kept putting pressure against my hole until I finally relaxed, and he was able to get his finger to breach me. When I played with myself, I could easily pull back if it was too much. I also used a smaller dildo out of fear it would hurt. Milo was bigger than what I had.

Long minutes stretched out as I melted against the bed. He didn’t rush us or push me to take more before I was ready. Once his finger was all the way in me for a bit, he added a second one. The burn was there but not bad. When he went to three, I tensed again, the bite of pain was not my favorite. Him being inside me was what I desired so I didn’t give up. I didn’t tell him to stop. Soon enough, the pain melted away and I felt nothing but him and the way his fingers moved inside me.

Milo leaned between us; his finger still buried. “I’m going to be with Slater first since he’s looser, but I’ll keep my fingers in you, okay?”

I nodded. Now that he was in there, I didn’t want him to leave, especially when he crooked his finger just so and lightning zapped through my body. I knew this would be good if I gave it the chance to be.

Milo moved to the side, withdrawing from Slater, asking him to slide to his left a bit so Slater was closer to me. The sides of our asses touched. Our breath mixed. I would have kissed him if I could have moved.

A deep breath left him as Milo entered him. Slater’s eyes closed, giving himself over to the pleasure Milo provided.

“God, you’re so hot, Slay. Your body was meant to be ours.”

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