Page 64 of Virgin Skin

Milo digs his fingers into my shoulders and rolls his hips, dragging the hot, silky length of his cock against mine, his hole squeezing around my fingers with every thrust, relaxing to let me fill him, then doing it all over again. The wetsquelchof my lubed fingers fucking his hole is almost as obscene as the moans he’s doing his best to muffle against my throat, sucking and biting my skin as he becomes more and more desperate.

I crook my fingers, brushing against his prostate for the first time. His eyes fly open, and he lets out a guttural cry. His cock jerks against mine and his hole clenches around my fingers again. The first hot splash of his cum against my cock is all it takes to shatter my own control. My balls pull up tight and I slam my mouth back into his, working my fingers in and out of his hole to the rhythm of his pulsing waves of pleasure.

Every clench of his rim around my fingers tugs another rope of cum from my own cock to join the mess between us. We grunt and gasp our way through endless shockwaves, humping, thrusting, grinding, doing everything we can to devour each other because nothing seems to be enough.

I shudder into the last aftershocks of my orgasm, our kisses slowing, my fingers stilling in his finally relaxed, lube-drenched hole. He slumps against me, and I bury my nose in his messy hair, breathing him in, letting his scent surround me and calm my racing heart.

I don’t think I’m going to be able to stop.

How can I when everything about Milo feels so damn right?

“Hey, Piston?” he slurs, sounding even more drunk now than earlier, although I think it has more to do with his orgasm now than alcohol.

“Yeah?”

“I liked you calling me ‘baby.’” He says it so quietly, like he’s not sure he even wants me to hear it.

I finally slip my fingers out of him, and he winces at the sudden loss. Tightening my arms around him, I pull him closer, tangling our legs, crushing him to me until I’m sure I’m going to hurt him. But he doesn’t complain. He sighs happily and kisses my collarbone.

“Sleep, baby,” I murmur.

And he does.

Chapter 21

MILO

“Hey, come on in.”I swing the door open and step back to let Zeke and Luther inside.

The snow from the blizzard melted to nothing over the past week of unseasonably warm weather, which I’m told is ‘very Wisconsin.’ When Piston told me this morning that the guys were going to come over tonight for another bonfire before winter actually sets in, I figured it was the perfect chance to hang out with Zeke and Luther again.

“We weren’t sure if we should come to the door or go around back. It sounds like there’s a party in full swing back there,” Zeke says.

“Well, there are a bunch of hot, mostly single bikers back there, so…”

Luther’s eyes light up and Zeke grins.

“Then clearly we made the wrong choice coming to the door,” Luther jokes.

“We can go out there if you want.” I chuckle, then rake my fingers through my hair to get it out of my face. I’m overdue for a haircut. “But it’s kind of… weird.”

“Because Piston has to act all cold and distant so no one catches on to the fact that you’re fucking?” Zeke gives me an understanding look.

I’ve been texting with both of them over the past couple of weeks since we met at The Grind, so they’re fully up-to-date on my love life drama. I figured I owed them the truth about the whole thing after they helped me out like they did at the club. If they hadn’t made Piston jealous, fuck knows how long it would have been before he’d given in to his feelings for me. It’s been helpful to have friends to vent to about it as well.

After I crawled into Piston’s bed last week and he fingered me within an inch of my life, he’s given up trying to pretend he doesn’t want this as badly as I do. I’m sleeping in his bed every night and sharing orgasms with him at least twice a day, but we don’t talk about it. I haven’t asked him if he wants to tell Hero, I haven’t asked him if he sees this as something we’re getting out of our systems or something potentially long term, and I definitely haven’t asked if he’s falling for me the way I’m falling for him.

I’m not sure I’m ready for any of the answers, especially when he looks like he wants to vomit every time Hero says something nice to him, which makesmefeel guilty too. It’s a fucking mess. A beautiful, sexy, complicated mess.

“We’re not fucking,” I grumble while they both take off their shoes. I guess we’re staying in the house for now.

“Making each other come regularly,” Luther amends, waving the distinction away like it doesn’t matter.

My face heats a little and I smile. We’re definitely doing that. Humping each other and sucking each other as often as we can. In the shower, in Piston’s bed, on the couch, in the kitchen…

Zeke laughs and snaps his fingers in front of my face.

“Must be some highlight reel you’ve got running in your head right now.”

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