Page 46 of Hell’s Weapon

His lips trace up my tattoo as his fingers reach the seam of my underwear. My breath hitches as I silently plea for him to duck inside it. My hips tilt in invitation which causes him to chuckle softly.

“So fucking responsive.” His voice is gravely, thick with his own arousal. He takes his time teasing me, tracing that line along the crease of my leg with his digits until I’m practically panting.

When he removes his hand suddenly, a whimper escapes me before I can stop it. My eyes fly open, but I relax as Wyatt moves, gently raising from where he’d been crouched beside the bed to sit on the mattress with me. He gently widens my legs further so he can sit between them. He quickly removes his top before his hands come to my panties.

“May I?” he asks, hooking his fingers into the waistband. Nodding, I straighten my legs upwards to let him slide them off. I manage to manoeuvre gracefully until my thighs are once again framing his body.

He stares down at my naked pussy, his tongue flicking out to lick his lower lip. “Fuck, you have such a pretty cunt.”

The praise heats me from the inside, making my core clench on nothing, increasing my need for him to start touching me again. He must see my growing arousal because he brings those fingers back and traces them gently over my folds. From the slick feeling of how they slide over my cunt, I can tell I’m already soaked for him.

He gathers some of the wetness before seeking out my clit and giving it a couple of flicks with his fingers. I buck under the intense sensation, crying out a mewling noise which reveals my desperation.

There’s a rustling to my left, which pulls me out of the lust fog immediately. My eyes fly open to see Wyatt between my legs glaring wide eyed. We both turn to see Milo sitting up but leaning on an arm and looking embarrassed.

I quickly slam my legs shut and sit up, scooting my ass up the bed so Wyatt is no longer between my thighs. Curling them up around me, I pull some of the duvet to cover my pussy, although with Wyatt’s weight on most of it I can’t exactly cover up much.

“Milo, I’m sorry we woke you.” Heat rises to my cheeks. It’s an odd reaction as I’d never apologised for being caught having sex before. Granted, it hasn’t happened all that often, but I liked to live dangerously occasionally, the risk of being caught is something I quite enjoyed.

But with Milo, it feels different. Like being caught out rather than just caught. His wide-eyed stare turns darker, and a storm brews in his forest green eyes. For the first time since we’ve met, I really wish he could talk. I want to hear what he’s thinking.

Before I can compose myself to get us over whatever the fuck is passing between us, Wyatt steps from the bed. He moves across the space slowly but holds out a hand to the other man on the bed opposite.

“Come, I don’t mind sharing,” he says, shocking us both. My gaze immediately whips to the blonde giant who was just between my thighs, but his focus is still on Milo. Darting my eyes back to my roommate, the maelstrom of emotion that had been there has been replaced by burning desire. He wants this.

The realisation stalls my breath as Milo reaches out and allows Wyatt to help him up from his bed. Is this really happening? I had told myself I wasn’t going to have a repeat with Wyatt and had not let myself consider being with Milo that way, despite the fact I’ve checked him out a few times.

“Do you want to do this?” Wyatt asks. I’m nodding my head before I have the conscious thought. I might not have predicted it but now it’s being presented, I really, really do want it.

Then I notice that neither man is looking at me. Their focus is on each other as Milo chews on his bottom lip before nodding.

“Can I touch you, or are you just wanting to touch Tacita?” My heart beats like a drum as Wyatt sets the boundaries of what’s about to happen.

Again, Milo nods. My insides set ablaze and I’m pretty sure my pussy is now dripping. I like being watched, but I also enjoy watching. If these two are about to make out, I am fully on board.

“What about you Tacita? Any limits?” Wyatt turns to me as he places his hands on Milo’s waist.

“Nope,” I reply enthusiastically, my thighs clenching in anticipation.

“That’s settled then,” Wyatt grins wide and returns his focus to Milo, yanking off the t-shirt he was sleeping in. Milo nearly loses his balance as he tugs his arms free and grips onto Wyatt, his breathing visibly accelerating.

“I’ve wanted to do this since I caught you staring at me in the library,” Wyatt whispers as he tosses the t-shirt and takes Milo’s head in his palms.

The moment their lips meet I’m dying to get involved, but hold myself back, letting them enjoy this moment. Wyatt steps closer into Milo’s space and their chests meet. It’s obvious in the workout shorts that Wyatt is hard again already. He moves one hand down to adjust his cock, but grazes the front of Milo’s crotch in the process and the smaller man nearly buckles, his grip on Wyatt’s waist tightening.

The kiss doesn’t last long, and I’m not even sure they used tongues, but Wyatt pulls back to study Milo’s face. “I think our girl might feel neglected if we don’t pay her attention soon. You woke up just as I was getting to the good bit, so I’m sure she’s feeling like she’s been left hanging.”

Milo’s gaze swings to me, his eyes already looking lust drunk from just that kiss. He slowly reaches out a hand, hesitant in his gesture, but I quickly untangle myself from the blankets and allow him to pull me into the narrow space between our beds so I’m standing between them.

My back is to Wyatt, who’s head dips to lay kisses along my shoulder as I repeat what he did to Milo, using my hands to pull his lips to mine.

I don’t normally do kissing, I didn’t kiss Wyatt the other night, but seeing Milo’s reaction just now, I want to. His lips are soft under mine, already wet from Wyatt. I don’t keep it as chaste as he did though, I want a proper taste.

Opening my lips, I let my tongue lick the seam of Milo’s. He opens for me without hesitation and although he isn’t forward or pushy our tongues wind together. He tastes divine, like decadence and mint. It’s exactly what Milo is, he might be quiet and happiest when he’s able to sink into the shadows but he’s rich and strong.

Hands run up and down my body as our mouths stay locked. Wyatt’s heat presses into my back, his even hotter erection grinds into my ass, releasing a moan from my throat which Milo swallows.

I can tell without looking that it’s Wyatt’s hand that curves round my hip and skates towards my centre. Shifting my weight a little, I open my stance a fraction in invitation. He quickly accepts and runs his fingers between my legs. The touch has me breaking the kiss with Milo and gripping onto his shoulders.