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“You can do whatever you like. You’re the crazed, sex-obsessed son and considering all the photographers on standby to witness your relapse, you selfishly haven’t tried to rape anyone yet.”

Running a finger across Sebby’s shaven jaw, he plays along, placing a kiss on my neck. We’ve seen each other naked and done enough together now for the impulse not to be uncomfortable. In fact, as the amber highlights in Myles’ eyes sparkle with mischief, Sebby eases my shawl from my shoulders, his fingers toying with the straps of my dress. I bite my bottom lip, playing up to how the cold pebbles my nipples.

“So Myles, what do you want?”

Chapter 35

Stumblingalong,myheelsscrape against the stone path, Myles’ grip on my wrist bound to bruise. Turns out, Sebby and I are better at teasing than I thought. He drags up both through the gardens until the sheen of a roof becomes visible. The greenhouse is bigger than apartments I’ve stayed in, entirely built from glass on a raised brick platform. Masked with tall hedges, I figure Myles was looking for privacy but as he all but throws me inside, the humidity is a blessing to the goosebumps lining my skin.

The door is slid closed while Sebby sheds his jacket, laying it upon the floor. Holding my hand while I click off my heels, we share a humble smile. One filled with understanding and affection of a simple nature. We long to provide Myles with the life and love he deserves, and will work together to do that. Besides, having a best friend in the bedroom – or greenhouse currently – is a gift I hadn’t considered acquiring before. Lowering onto my knees, I wait patiently as Sebby makes the first move.

The two of them come together as if pulled by gravity. As if another moment without their mouths melding together would be the last one they have. Tongues loll, hands caress. Their kiss is slow, languid in its beauty. I bite my own lip, aroused by their show as much as I’m warmed by the love they share.

When I can’t resist joining any longer, I kneel upwards and reach for Myles’ belt again. He doesn’t deny me, his dick throbbing with need. Prying it free of his boxer shorts, I take him deep into my mouth. Sucking hard, drawing back with a slowness which has him groaning, bucking his hips forward. A bead of salt graces my tongue, his plump head weeping for the swift end it’s not going to get. Gripping the base of his shaft, I pump and work Myles as Sebby shifts in closer. At this point, his sexual orientation is on hold.

Squeezing Sebby’s cock through his slacks, he grinds against my hand, needing the friction. Two sets of hands reach for me, Myles cupping my jaw and pushing my hair back as Sebby grips my ponytail, forcing me to take all of Myles. I choke but he doesn’t relent, pumping my head back and forth, using me as an instrument for Myles’ pleasure.

Reaching a fever pitch, Myles pulls back from me with a pop. I’m briefly released, two more bodies and another jacket joining me on the floor. I shift before the boys get any ideas of taking control.

“On your back Sebby,” I point. He smirks, obeying. Leaning across his body, deftly opening his belt buckle with one hand, I reach for Myles’ nape and kiss him, hard and fast. Then my mouth is by his ear, telling him how this is going to play out. Catching sight of his smile, Myles shifts, kneeling between Sebby’s legs. Liberating his dick, the man I love bends over to take an impressively thick cock into his mouth while I tug down his slacks to the knees. I wasn’t lying about the douching routine, now these situations seem to arise more often than not lately. Spitting over Myles’ ass, I work my fingers around his puckered hole before sinking inside. Preparing him, pleasuring him. Myles never thought when we started this venture, he’d become my bottom.

“Fuck Myles,” Sebby moans. The greenhouse doesn’t miss a sound, amplifying each moan around its glass walls and pointed ceiling. The shrubs conceal us from the outside, our own private jungle of desire. Pushing back against me, I spank Myles’ ass with my free hand. He jolts, causing Sebby to gasp in a ripple effect.

“Don’t rush me,” I demand, smiling all the while. Twisting my fingers, I wait until Myles is whimpering with need until finally giving him the brief reprieve he needs. “He’s ready for you Sebby. Swap places with me.” Leaving Myles on all fours, we do just that. His hands grip my dress instantly, tearing the material up to my sternum before I’ve even laid down before him. My panties are torn next, a carnal blaze held within Myles’ amber eyes. He’s in the mood for revenge and I’m all too happy to wrap my legs around his head and let him have it.

Without a trace of affection, Myles spears me with multiple fingers, his lips wrapping around my clit. My back arches upwards. The sensations drawn from me are all encompassing, all consuming. I can hardly inhale through the deviousness of his tongue, worshiping my clit like his last meal. His arm pumps, his digits gliding into my wetness. I feel the moment Sebby enters him, his hand slamming against my pussy hard. Holding it there, Myles’ shoulders tense against my thighs, a prolonged groan rumbling through him and into me. Through hooded eyes, I roll my head against his to see Sebby watching himself intently. How his dick eases into Myles’ ass, how fucking incredible it must look. Raising his gaze to mine, I nod my head.

“Fuck him, Sebby. Make him scream. Make him suffer.” Myles’ head bobs up, his face stained with pleasure. Stroking a hand through his blond locks, I smile. “You wanted our love baby, now take it like a good boy.”

Myles’ argument is lost to the slap of skin on skin, the pounding of Sebby taking charge. Polar opposite to the shy, closeted man I first met, he takes control of Myles, dominating his body and owning his every moan. Myles drops his head again, stifling the sounds against me. I’m not complaining, the added vibrations pulsating around my pussy and directly into my core where his fingers roll within me. The building within my core grows, wavering on the edge of an orgasm which could shatter me if I had a little bit more. Something…bigger.

Cursing, I remove myself from Myles’ hold and roll onto my stomach. Shimmying back, my dress rolls to my breasts, the jacket crumpled beneath me. Myles doesn’t need instruction, grabbing my hips and yanking me the rest of the way back for his dick to drive against the curve of my ass. My legs slot perfectly between the pair of them, my chest pressed to the floor. Using his cock to seek out my soaking wet pussy, Myles guides himself inside, filling me completely. I shift my ass higher, taking him greedily as Sebby’s thrusts now benefit us all. A ricochet effect, pumping Myles into me on collective moans.

Increasing our pace, we move as one. Components of the same machine, one goal in mind. A connection between my head and my heart clicks into place, spurring me on to break for both Myles and Sebby. Shuddering against the ground, I fist my own hair, at a loss of rational thought. These men have broken my façade, crept beneath my walls and settled there. Whether from perpetual or platonic love, my list of ride-or-dies has gained two more members. I clench Myles’ so tightly, blocking his re-entry, he has to splay my ass open to thrust himself back inside. I cry out, the sensitive aftershocks of my cunt still pulsating.

“You’re fucking perfect,” Myles leans over me to whisper. I shudder at his praise. “Let me taste how perfect you are.” Pulling himself back, I army crawl myself free. Myles mutters to Sebby and by the time I’ve righted myself, I find they’ve switched positions. Myles on his back smiling up at Sebby as he straddles him. Using my cum smeared over his shaft and balls, Myles pumps his dick a few times and I swear I almost climax again. He’s so confident, so bold. So stunningly gorgeous, no one would ever know of the insecurities he faces. Easing into Sebby, their union is solidified by matching moans.

“Come sit on my face Fiery.” Myles doesn’t have to ask me twice. The man’s tongue skills surpass any I’ve experienced before. Removing the remains of my dress, I crawl over to him before remembering, I’m one curvaceous bitch.

“You know I’ll suffocate you,” I tentatively lift a leg over his shoulders.

“Then I’ll die a happy man,” Myles grips my thighs and thrusts me downwards, mumbling about not needing to plan a second funeral. His words are muffled, lost to my pleasure as his tongue spears me. Opposite me, Sebby rides Myles, his rhythm too enticing not to copy. Grinding my hips, I hope Myles meant what he said because he’s about to die eating me out. Put that on a gravestone.

Our pants are heavy, our bodies prickled with sweat. The leaves seem to close in on us, preparing for what’s to come. Namely, me. Reaching out, I brace myself on Sebby’s shoulders. Grey eyes bore into mine, his open face strained. Holding onto me with one hand and fisting his cock with the other, neither of us can hold back a moment longer.

“Together?” Sebby asks.

“Together.”

“Hmm-mm-mm,” Myles agrees. As a trio, we splinter, losing the grasp on our bodies to float elsewhere. My limbs are not my own, only Myles’ fingers digging into my thighs allowing me to hold onto reality. Sebby’s cum explodes over both Myles and me, soaking us in the evidence of our union. Thrown into the release of inhibitions, I drift further than I’ve let myself before.

I never envisioned this being the life I settled down with, and that’s all part of the allure. Instead of a standard relationship where I would inevitably grow bored, I have Myles, and we have Sebby. A partner, a lover, a best friend. Is it weird to say a brother figure considering our affiliation with the man currently groaning beneath us? Either way, we’re making our own rules here. No one can tell us what’s right or wrong, how we should behave or love.

Swaying sideways, I seek out the cool floor on my heated skin. Myles gasps for air, his face red and cheeks puffing.

“Told you I’d suffocate you,” I pant between bouts of laughter. Myles rolls his head my way, his eyes wild.

“It was fucking glorious.” Sebby joins my side soon after, the three of us staring at the ceiling on a come down. A high I’m experiencing more and more lately, and I’m not scared anymore. Something deep within tells me my trust has been put in the right place. In the trials we’re due to face, I have a solid backing. Hell, I even told Myles I loved him today. There’s no going back now. Nothing we can’t face, nothing we can’t overcome. And we’ll do it together.

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