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“And like we told you on the weekend, we won’t be fucking anyone else, either,” Frankie adds.

“But what about you two when I’m with just one of you?” I question as Sam makes his way over carrying three cups.

The boys are quiet as they sip their coffees, neither of them responding.

“What, no one got anything to say? No one want to admit to getting their knickers in a knot? So, you’re both happy for me to fuck whichever one of you I’m with? Or should that only be happening when we’re all together, because I’m not having this pissing contest every time either of you think something might’ve happened with the other.”

“I don’t like it,” Frankie states. “But I get it. If I’m not around, I don’t expect you to wait.”

We both look at Sam. “I just thought you’d both slipped off and left me out when I woke up this morning,” he mumbles.

I reach out and tuck his bed-messed hair behind his ear, thinking how young and vulnerable they both look this morning. Despite both being practically naked—Sam’s wearing standardhot bloke, grey trackies, and no top. Frankie’s still basically naked. The stubble on their jaws, their insecurities over what we—the three of us—are, and our dynamics, makes them appear young, and it’s doing things to my insides.

“I’m sorry we hurt you,” I tell Sam. “It was never our intention. Now, if you’ve finished your tantrum, can we all kiss and make up?”

“I think he should be punished for calling me a snake and you a disappointment,” Frankie chimes in like a child.

“Fuck you!” Sam responds, sounding like a bigger child.

“How should we punish him?” I grin over the top of my mug, giving Frankie a Sammie style wink.

“Make him watch while I fuck you?” Frankie suggests.

“Mila’s the cause of all this. She’s the one who should be punished,” Sam states, and, weirdly, I like that idea.

“And how you gonna do that?” I ask.

“You can watch me fuck Frankie, but you can’t touch us, you can’t touch yourself, and you can’t join in.”

Desire unfurls inside me so rapidly it makes my head spin with the speed at which it courses through my veins.

I finish my coffee, and the boys do the same. We all remain silent as they put their cups on the floor then lean across me and kiss. No one took my cup from me, and I’m glad. It gives me something to hold on to as I watch these two beautiful men’s mouths assault each other. Sam is holding either side of Frankie’s neck, while Frankie obviously doesn’t want to hang around and instantly slides his hand inside Sam’s trackies.

They’re both up on their knees on the sofa until Sam begins to slide down to the floor, with Frankie following.

“Knees up, Mils. Legs apart,” Sam orders.

As I watch them kiss, Frankie slides Sam’s trackies down his hips before reaching for his cock and stroking it. I slide back intothe deep cushions of the sofa, pull my feet up to the edge, spread my legs wide, and expose myself to them.

My clit throbs, and I’m already desperate to touch myself. Instead, I grip my cup tighter and watch as Frankie moves his kisses to Sam’s chest and down his tight abs, not stopping until he flicks his tongue over the tip of his cock. He strokes, then licks. When he eventually takes him fully into his mouth, Sam’s eyes come to mine, which I can barely keep open.

Frankie makes a noise in the back of his throat as Sam grips the hair at the back of his head and forces his mouth onto him harder. My stomach cramps, my internal muscles pulling so tight.

Leaning down, Sam says something I don’t catch into Frankie’s ear. He pulls his head back and frees Sam’s cock before turning to face me, then drops to all fours.

Both of them have their eyes on me as Sam grips Frankie’s hips and thrusts forwards. Frankie’s mouth drops open. Sam bites down on his bottom lip, and both their eyes flare when I let out a groan.

“Again,” Frankie hisses, and I’m not sure if he’s talking to me or Sam, but we both oblige.

With every thrust of Sam’s, Frankie and I groan.

“Look at her cunt,” Sam says. “You ready to come, Mila?” he asks.

I nod.

“Need your words, baby!”

“Yeah.”

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