Chapter ８

When I open my eyes, Milo is stretched across Darren's chest, his head in his neck. Darren's eyes are open, and I can see his query. 

Darren scans my face but appears happy. I'm honest about what I desire. 

Finally, he smiles and looks at the sleeping guy on his chest. Darren combs Milo's hair and rubs the man's arm. Milo's hips move forward as he grunts. When he sees me, he stops moving.

Darren never lets him think hard. His friend's face gets cupped and kissed. Milo nearly resists, then he sighs and puts his hands on Darren.

I masticate while I watch. They're making out and thrusting, so I pull down the covers to show them grinding their cocks. There are groans, grunts, and skin-on-skin sounds.

As desire grows, I massage my clit. Will they come, spurting on each other's tummies, mingling semen? Oh, please!

Darren pushes Milo's head back so he can kiss his neck. Milo's eyes are bloodshot. 

Now Darren's staring at me with wicked lips. " Come, baby."