Pretty Boy’s smile grew and my nipples went taut as he adored me with his eyes. He dipped his fingers beneath the band of my panties and then there was a rip.
Pausing, I glanced down to see where he’d just torn the seam right out of the side.
“Really?” The dry tone was exactly the right one to take with him because his smile only grew more wicked.
“Yeah, if you’re going to remind me about how this body wasn’t for me. There were no panties in that particular interaction.”
A burst of laughter, so indelicate I snorted in the middle of it, escaped me. Pretty Boy’s chuckle rumbled out of him, but it didn’t slow him from tearing out the seam on the other side and then I lifted my ass a little so he could tug the now useless scraps off.
“You’re going to make me have to buy lingerie while we’re here.”
“I’ll happily go with you and let you try on everything in the dressing room. You know, so we can make sure it fits right.” He wagged his eyebrows playfully.
“Oh, see and here I thought you wanted to figure out how easily they ripped off.”
A real gleam came into his eyes. “Oh, there’s a thought. The easier to tear, the better. We might have to buy several pairs to figure out the best ones.”
Head tilting back, I laughed. “I’d offer to just not wear any, but some outfits do require them.”
“I don’t mind tearing them off you, Mayhem. Make me work for it. Besides… I love those sets you have where everything matches.”
He ran his thumb along the outside of my thigh. At this angle, he could see my cunt quite clearly, and there was something heady about him watching me while we just lounged like this.
I wanted to rock against his dick, but that might break the mood we’d woven. I was loath to interrupt this closeness.
“Pretty Boy?”
“Hmm?”
“When we first got together… you had no idea we were going to end up in a relationship like this.”
“Don’t worry, Mayhem. You’re not losing me.” Those four words offered a kind of comfort. A reminder that we were sticking this out.
“That’s not what worries me.” It wasn’t. “You’ve never broken your word to me. You listened, you supported, and even when you were disappointed… You didn’t abandon me.”
“One, the only disappointment I ever felt was in the idea that Ezra was being cruel to you.” Sobriety marked every word. Sitting up abruptly, Milo slipped an arm around me to keep me close and in his lap. “I’m serious, Mayhem. Did I plan on sharing you with three other guys? No. Not something that was on my radar. That said, they love you. They would die for you. Hard to say no to that kind of commitment.”
“But Ezra worried you.”
“Still does, but not for those reasons. He’s a bit too reckless. He needs to take better care of himself for you and for Adam. But right now, he’s also giving Adam something to do with the side of him that wants to control everything.”
Milo was not wrong. “I like them together,” I murmured. “They fit.”
“They fit you, too.” He brushed his nose against mine gently. “Just like Bodhi fits you.”
“Like you fit me,” I murmured before pressing a kiss to one corner of his mouth. “I love you, Pretty Boy. I couldn’t do this without you.”
“Yes you could.” He stroked his thumb in circles against my hip. “You could do anything. Loving us? Allowing us in your life? That’s a gift. I can’t say we don’t all complicate things for you… because we do. But I will always be grateful that you’re letting me love you too.”
A kiss to the other corner of his mouth, then he captured my lips. The kiss was a slow, devastating connection as he fisted my hair. Liquid heat poured through my system. Need that grew with every stroke of his tongue.
I ran my hands down his chest and then to the boxer briefs he wore. His cock damn near leapt when I stroked him through the fabric. I couldn’t rip the clothing off him, but I could free his dick up.
He groaned in between licks, then nipped my lower lip when I wrapped my hand around him. When I angled upward and then slid down on him. The stretch was a glorious burn.
I had some slickness, not quite enough and I didn’t care. I wanted to feel every inch of him. I craved the intimacy. His hiss as I took him to the hilt made me smile and then I kissed him again.
With one hand on my hip and the other on my nape, Pretty Boy urged me to move. I tilted my head back as he kissed a path down my throat to my breasts.
We rocked together, the slow grind of every deep thrust teased me. When he locked his lips around one of my nipples, it was like being struck by lightning. Then his fingers were between us and he massaged my clit.
My hips bucked of their own accord as pleasure shot through me. I continued to ride, but I added a twist to my hips. The pressure from both of us was enough to make me want to just come, but I fought my orgasm.
I wanted us to come together. Or at least, closer…
“Fuck,” I blew out a breath as he pinched my clit between his thumb and forefinger, thrust upward and sucked against my nipple. The combination of actions all at once, shredded my control and I came in a rush.
He slowed his motions, petting me through it as I spasmed around him and then I was flat on my back, staring up at him dazedly as he pressed my legs to his shoulders.
“That was one,” he told me and then began to thrust deeper as he teased my clit again.
“Oh… Pretty Boy…”
I stared up at him. Two of us could play that game.
He grinned and I thrust my hips up to meet his. He had so much control like this.
It was fantastic.
