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Miles groans. “Good thing we’re in the shower this time. That’s it, Mistress. Come all over our hands. Squirt on us some more. C’mon.”

My mouth drops open, and almost as if I’m a puppet and they’re holding the strings, I do just that.

Seconds pass.

Finally, both men slow their movements, and my eyes open just in time to see them slowly pull out of me. Resting my head against Miles’ shoulder, my words come out in a whisper. “What the fuck was that?”

I feel Miles’ smile against my face when he goes to kiss my cheek. “That was a dominant man showing you how good it can be—even when you’re still called Mistress. Shall I give you another lesson?”

Collin humphs. “Fuck this fucking piercing, dude.”

I laugh, nearly delirious. “Don’t blame yourself, baby. Don’t think any of us expected the night to end up like this.”

Collin pouts. “No. I was gonna let her peg me. Wore a plug and everything.”

At that, my eyes snap wide open.

Collin nearly gulps. “Uh-oh.”

I don’t hesitate.

I pull at Collin’s hair, forcing him to stand. Placing a quick kiss on his mouth, I move to leave.

Collin stops me. “What’s going on?”

I smile adoringly at him, and then at Miles. “I’m clean enough. Now, I want to see my men get dirty. C’mon.”

TWELVE

MILES

“Go on, show him your hole.” We dried off and made it to my bedroom, but not before I grabbed Collin. I can’t keep my lips off of this man, and it’s a heady feeling. But he pulls away at Kayla’s instruction.

My eyes take him in all over again. From his strong legs, to his well-defined chest covered in tattoos, all the way up to his sandy blonde hair. Collin bends over the end of my bed, and a groan that I would be shocked to hear if it hadn’t come from my own chest vibrates through me.

Instinctively, my hands land on the globes of his muscular ass, pulling his cheeks apart to see the blue diamond of the butt plug glinting in the light. I lick my lips and low whistle. “Mmm, you stretched out for me?”

“Who says you’re topping me, old man?”

My hips grind into his backside. “That needle you decided to shove through that pretty cock of yours, Brat.” I slap his ass and lean over his back to whisper, “But once it’s healed up…”

He turns slowly to face me until our lips are just a whisper apart. “Promise?”

“We’ll have to take things slow because I’ve never—” I pause, feeling the heat slide up my chest. I can be in control the majority of the time, but when it comes to trusting another man inside of me—I don’t know how I’m going to handle that.

Reading my hesitation, Kayla is quick to joke, “We’ll be sure to stretch you out nice and slow, cowboy.”

I feel my face grow hotter, but I don’t give it any more attention when I have Collin here below me ready to take my cock for the first time.

Kayla tosses the lube that I keep in my nightstand on the bed beside me. “Up on the bed, Brat, all fours.” I know one thing and one thing only—the more lube the better.

My fingers wrap around the flared base of the plug, but instead of pulling it out I tilt it down slightly, moving it back and forth.

Collin moans, “How do you know about the prostate?!”

I chuckle. “I’ve been down the male-on-male rabbit hole ever since the glory hole.”

“Kayla, baby, we’ve sent him too far into Gen-Z territory…” He hisses as I give a slight pull to the plug.