Page 47 of Hell’s Weapon

“Fucking hell, Mo Stór. You’re absolutely soaked for us,” he groans into my neck, nipping at the skin.

He dips two digits inside, sending pleasure zipping straight up my spine. Then he’s gone, his fingers disappearing. I’m pulling my head away from where it was leaning on Milo’s shoulder. I’m about to snap at him when I notice he’s brought his hand up and is holding it out to the man in front of me.

“Want to taste?” Wyatt says softly. Milo’s eyes dart down to me as if seeking permission but I’m guessing he sees the flushed look on my cheeks from how turned on I am right now.

Milo leans forward slowly and parts his lips for Wyatt to push his fingers inside. I swear I almost combust as one guy feeds my arousal to the other.

“Want more?” Wyatt asks as he withdraws his fingers a few seconds later.

Milo takes a steadying breath, his hands tightening on my waist. “Yes.”

It’s quiet, floating out on his exhale, but it's the first word I’ve ever heard him mutter. His voice is a little rough, coarse, no doubt through infrequent use, but the timber of it makes my lips pull up into a smile. It feels like a gift to hear him talk. Even just one word. It’s a visible effort for him to overcome whatever barriers are in his head for him to vocalise something, and I feel grateful to witness it.

Wyatt pulls me back as he gets onto my bed, he sits across it, legs parted so I can follow him and nestle in between his thighs. He keeps my back to his chest, those freaking delicious rungs of his piercings pressing into my back.

He uses his hands to spread my legs wide, holding me open for Milo who slowly sinks to his knees in front of us. My breaths are already becoming short and fast as my roommate leans over the mattress and takes a taste of me from the source.

His tongue is like a hot poker but instead of pain, I’m jolting with pleasure. He licks me all the way up.

Wyatt’s hands come to my breasts, thumbs skimming my nipples through the sports bra I’m still wearing before he grabs the fabric and yanks it upwards. As soon as I’m fully naked, his hands are back, and now on naked flesh. He plays with my breasts and nipples and Milo continues to lick and suck at my pussy.

Milo’s movements however, whilst enthusiastic, are a little erratic. Looking down, I can see a hard look of concentration on his features but he doesn’t look like he’s really feeling this.

“You don’t have to do this if you don’t want to. I don’t want you to, if you’re not enjoying it,” I tell him, brushing my hand through his hair. My statement causes Wyatt to pause too.

Milo sits back on his haunches in front of me on the floor. He mixes a few signs with gestures but I understand that he’s asking me if he did it wrong. The hurt on his face now has me pushing forward so I’m sitting on the edge of the bed.

“You’re not doing it wrong, exactly. But if you don’t like going down on me we can do other things. Sex should be fun. Always. For everyone involved.”

“Agreed, I didn’t mean to pressure you into it.” Wyatt stays sitting against the wall but I can feel he’s shifted his weight to see around me.

“I liked it,” Milo signs, or there abouts. He needs a little more practice.

I stare into his emerald eyes for a beat, trying to read whether he is telling the truth or simply saying something he thinks we want to hear. There’s not any insincerity, but I do see something else swirling in those deep irises of his.

“Have you done this before?” I say on instinct.

Milo sucks his bottom lip between his teeth before closing his eyes to me and shaking his head.

“Hey,” I say, reaching for his hand. “You don’t have to be ashamed of that.”

“You’re a virgin?” Wyatt bulldozes over the top of me, scooting forward now, and landing beside me. “Seriously?”

Swatting Wyatt across the chest with the back of my free hand, I shoot him a shut the fuck up look and refocus on Milo, who is clearly struggling with the admission.

“It’s not a big deal, Milo. But I wished you’d told us. Please open your eyes.”

He obeys me.

“Kind of is a big deal though,” Wyatt opens his big mouth again. “You’re like what twenty-four? How have you not had sex until now?”

“Wyatt!” I admonish, smacking his chest again. Harder this time.

“I’m just saying.” He moves back out of my strike zone. “You might be the quiet bookish type but surely someone has hit on you before now. I know I would’ve.”

Rolling my eyes, I’m ready to send Wyatt packing but Milo blushes at the idiot on my bed. A bashful smile graces his lips and makes him look rather adorable.

“What a first experience though,” Wyatt continues on. “I’d love to brag that my first time was a freaking threesome.”