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They’re quiet again, both staring at each other.

“Then it became a thing. We’d go out looking for girls who were only interested in coming home with both of us. Then we started going to clubs where it was easier to do that kind of thing. Then we decided to open our own club,” Frankie explains. “And here we are.”

“Now, answer my question. Is it turning you on, us talking about this?” Sam asks, not letting me off the hook. My cheeks are already burning from the heat of the water so hopefully they don’t notice how my flush deepens.

“Yes,” I admit.

“Does it turn you on when we touch each other while we’re fucking you?”

I nod.

“When we kiss? When I fuck him? What part turns you on most?”

“All of it, but I think it’s the kissing. You’re both so male, but still so beautiful in your own very individual ways. Watching that masculinity collide…” I shrug this time. “That turns me on, but also, when Frankie sucks your cock, the way you look, so lost in the moment, in the sensation, and the same when you fuck him. The expression on both your faces means I’m not sure if you’re experiencing pleasure or pain.”

“Both,” they say in unison.

“It’s like neither of us are sure if we’re supposed to like it, but we do, and then doing it in front of you, and until now, not knowing how you felt, just heightened our arousal,” Sam explains.

“Does it matter what I thought? What Ithink?” My heart is racing as we have this conversation, and I don’t know why. Am Ithataroused I wonder?

“It didn’t—it never has with anyone before—but then after that first time with you, I think we both knew it was different. We both felt different,” Frankie says.

“How was it different? Why?”

“I’ve never felt so accepted, Mils,” Frankie admits. “You know me, know me from my old life, but you accepted everything we sent your way last weekend. You were open and honest, you trusted us with your secrets and with your body, and I just felt a connection. I knew Sam did, too. I watched it happen. I watched the fucking ice man melt.”

Sam’s brows rise as he looks my way. “Gorgeous girl, we all know who the cold, heartless fucker is around here.”

“I thought I did, but now I’m not so sure.” I don’t want to embarrass Frankie and call him out on his feelings for Sam in front of him, so I leave it at that.

“So, you like watching Frankie suck my cock?” Sam turns the conversation right around, and I’m here for it.

“When he sucks your cock, you suck his, when you bury yourself inside him, when you kiss. I like all your interactions, sexual or otherwise.”

As I talk, Sam stands, and Frankie moves towards him on his knees. They’re just centimetres from my face when Sam begins to stroke himself, eventually guiding his long, thick dick into Frankie’s mouth.

Frankie’s hands go to Sam’s hips, and he grips them as he moves his head backwards and forwards. Sam grips the back of his head and forces his face into him harder.

“Sit up on the edge, Mils. Spread your legs and play with your clit. I wanna see your cunt,” Sam orders.

I set my glass down, then realise I can’t get up safely without putting my weight on both wrists, which is impossible right now.

“I can’t. I can’t get up there with one hand. You two carry on and let me enjoy the show. I think I’ve earned it after the week I’ve had.”

Frankie stares at me wide eyed, his mouth still full of Sam’s cock, while Sam just grins, grips the back of Frankie’s head tighter, and fucks his face.

Half an hour later,I’m on my back in Sam’s bed. After witnessing my very up close and personal male on male blow job, we all made a quick exit when Sam blew in Frankie’s mouth, and Frankie blew in the bath.

Thankfully, both boys were gentleman and helped me out, towelled me dry, slathered me in lotion, and brushed my wet hair, which is now spread out all around me.

I thought I was going to be out of luck with the way the pair of them exploded earlier, and left to supply my own happy ending, but until the boys are ready to go again, Sam has his head buried between my legs, his tongue and fingers pushing inside me. Frankie has a middle finger circling my clit, and his tongue, mouth and teeth, lapping, licking, and biting at my nipple.

Sam kisses the inside of each of my thighs, then my belly.

“What do you need from us, Mils? Tonight’s all about you,” he asks while looking up at me.

“Both of you. I want both of you inside me.”

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