Page 69 of Ballads of Lines Blurred

His words built the need stirring in me. The way Slater looked, how his breath punched from him on every forward thrust of Milo, I couldn’t wait until it was my turn. Milo’s fingers stayed in me until he brought Slater to the edge and withdrew. Slater let out a whimper. It was the cutest and hottest sound. I’d hear it in my dreams.

Gentle hands went to my hips. “You ready for me?”

“Yes, please,” I told him.

With practiced ease, Milo slid into me inch by inch. The pain was there, the fullness, but I didn’t try to force him out. I was able to relax and sink in to what he did.

“So tight, honey,” he murmured and leaned over my back, warmth encompassing me. Milo pressed a kiss to my shoulder. “I’m lucky to be your first.”

“Love you,” I whispered. Slater opened his eyes. “I love you too, baby.”

With Milo no longer in him, it was easier for him to move. He pressed his forehead to mine. “I love you, Cody.” Then his lips were there, soft against my mouth. His tongue snuck out to flick at my bottom lip. There was no resisting him, either of them. My lips parted and my tongue met his.

Milo sat up, taking my hips into his hands, and started thrusting harder, likely testing what I could take. Now that he was fully in me, I wanted it all. He kept going, without me doing anything more than kissing Slater, who lay on his side so he could thread his fingers into my hair.

“Can I be inside you, Cody?” Slater asked against my lips.

“Yes, I want to feel you too.”

“Jesus,” Milo muttered. “You two talking is enough to make me come.” He slowly withdrew from me, leaving me empty and aching. “Slater can take my spot then I can be inside him, keeping us all connected.”

With one last kiss and lube on his cock, Slater positioned himself behind me and sank home without resistance. My legs finally gave out, unable to hold me up from the pleasure coursing through me, knowing that my first was Milo but Slater was right behind him, sharing in this moment, owning me as well.

Slater stayed with me, lowering his body onto mine, giving me shallow thrusts. I knew the moment Milo entered him because Slater moaned long and low, this sexy sound that ruffled my hair as it left him.

Every punch of Milo’s hips pushed Slater into me, leaving Milo to do the work and us feeling the benefits from it. Sweat built on my forehead, chest, and back, making Slater’s body slick against mine. We were going to be a mess when we were done. Luckily, Slater had a big shower to accommodate us.

“So close,” Slater panted against my ear. “I can’t… Fuucckk,” he moaned and stiffened behind me, his orgasm finally cresting.

“The way you tighten around me,” Milo said. “So good. So… fucking… good.” I couldn’t see or feel him, but by the sounds he made, he was coming too.

Me, I was a ball of need beneath them, trying to hump the bed, anything to get myself relief.

The weight slowly lifted from my back and I was carefully turned over. I couldn’t open my eyes, too close to the edge. I was about to fist myself when a wet mouth took over and brought me to the back of their throat. A loud cry left my lips. My good hand reached down, finding Milo’s mohawk and gripping it tightly with my fingers. It was mere seconds before I spilled into his mouth, my release crashing through me, draining every bit of cum and energy from my body.

I relaxed onto the bed, tired, and thoroughly fucked. Milo gave me one last lick, causing me to shudder.

“We did a good job,” Milo said.

Slater hummed. “Think we can coax him into the shower? We’re covered in sweat and cum.”

“Just a minute,” I mumbled, sleep trying to take over. How could something so good, where I literally did nothing, wipe me out so much? Sex hadn’t drained me like this before. Then again, I’d never been made love to by one let alone two people. “Cuddle with me,” I begged.

“Not yet.” Milo chuckled. “We really do need to clean up, but don’t worry. You can stand there while we take care of you. We’ll dry you off and tuck you into bed with us when we’re done.”

“That sounds nice.”

Strong arms went under me. I opened my eyes finally to see Slater lifting me from the bed. My arm went around his neck to hold on.

“You don’t have to carry me.” I didn’t even convince myself with that sentence. My cheek went to his chest so I could nuzzle my nose over his skin.

“Sure, I don’t.” The smile in his voice was easily heard.

Slater kept me in his arms while Milo got the water running. A bag was placed over my splint and secured with a rubber band. God, they were really taking care of every part of me. The way they did so without me saying a word had my heart beating faster again, this time for a different reason. The love I felt for them was beyond measure.

People might say I was too young to be this deep in a relationship. They could say I didn’t live enough of my life or hadn’t experienced all there was. The thing about that was I would, with these two men. I was going to figure out a way to go on tour with them, to travel the country and the world while staying exactly where I was meant to be. I didn’t care what it took to make it happen, I’d get it handled.

They kept to their word and cleaned me thoroughly, ensuring every inch of my body was soaped except for my hand. Even my hair was washed, and my head was massaged. I was too tired to return the favor, but I would another day.

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