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“Of course that’s where your brain goes.” I sigh.

Milo pulls his hand out of mine and signs, “Was I bad?”

Something in my chest twangs as the anxiety builds in his gaze once more. “No, not bad, but it takes practice.”

“And a great teacher,” Wyatt adds in as he moves again. “School is about to be in session.”

Before I can ask, I’m being thrown back onto the bed by huge muscular arms. I let out a yelp as I nearly crash into the wall at the head, saved only by the pillows that have been pushed up against it.

“Here, let's get you acquainted with fingers first, tongues take much more skill.” Wyatt pulls Milo onto the bed next so that they’re both kneeling at my feet, sides plastered together on the narrow mattress.

“Milo, you don’t have to do anything you don’t want to,” I tell him again.

He nods and meets my eyes, giving me a determined look. Okay then, I guess I’m doing this. I haven’t been with anyone inexperienced in centuries, it's not worth the bother when I mostly want a quick lay and to leave.

But I guess I said the same about humans–that they weren’t worth bothering with–until a couple of days ago too. So, why the fuck not?

“You in Tacita?” Wyatt finally bothers to check in with me after he notices that my legs are still firmly closed.

“Let's see if you can teach as well as you do, Wyatt.” I let go of all the reasons I shouldn’t do this and let my knees fall open once more. I have to say, the heat that fills both men’s gazes as they look down at my naked flesh does feel good. Both had gone soft too during our little interlude but their dicks are both quickly rising once more as Wyatt runs his hand down my thigh.

Chapter 17

Milo

This morning is not going how I thought it would, but I guess I never think sex is in the cards for me.

As I watch Wyatt run his hand down Tacita’s thigh I lean in, wanting to touch her as well. My cock demands attention, feeling tight in my joggers, but I don’t know if it would be weird for me to stroke myself in front of them.

Wyatt turns his head to me, so I drag my eyes away from the beautiful woman sprawled in front of me to look at him. He tilts his head further and captures my lips once more, his day-old stubble scratching against mine. This time he uses his tongue. It’s bigger than Tacita’s was, and he uses it in a stronger, more dominating way. I let him lead us in the tangle and slide, my head exploding with thoughts about how good it feels to be this connected to someone.

“Was I your first kiss?” he asks as he pulls back.

Slightly dizzy still, I shake my head. I have kissed a few people before. A couple of girls and one other guy.

“But am I first to do this?” His hand comes between us and strokes up over my dick. The electricity that surges in wake of his palm forces my hips to buck and my breath to stutter. No, no one has ever done that.

My face must show my answer as I don’t even nod before Wyatt’s lips pull up in a knowing smile.

“Oh Sweetheart, you’re in for a whole heap of fun if you’re that reactive.” A thrill lights his eyes and his palm comes back to my crotch. I buck into him again, increasing the pressure against my cock and it feels magnificent. There’s still clothing forming a barrier between our skin but it’s already better than any time I’ve touched myself.

“Fuck, you two playing together is fucking sexy.” Tacita pulls our gazes back to her, although Wyatt continues stroking me, tracing the shape of my cock as it grows painfully bigger under his fingers.

Wyatt pushes her thighs wider so he can move closer to her core. She’s started touching herself and I memorise every action. Her fingers rub over her clit in small quick circles and the scent of her arousal permeates the air between us. I want to taste her again but my lack of experience has me stilling, embarrassment flaring at how she’d known.

It’s not like I’ve not read up on it, watched porn to learn the mechanics. But I guess knowing what to do doesn’t make up for actual practice.

“Let us do that, Mo Stór.” Wyatt bats her hand away. She whines but complies, moving her fingers and tucking her hand behind her head.

Assuming I’m about to watch Wyatt get her off, he startles me by taking my hand instead and pushing it towards Tacita’s pussy.

Letting go of my cock he repositions himself, knees bracketing mine and his chest pressed to my side. He leans in and whispers in my ear. “Keep your index and middle fingers straight and curl the other two. Go in soft and slow. She’s wet enough you’ll slide right in.”

I follow his instruction, his hand still around my wrist. My digits enter her, disappearing into her channel with ease, just like Wyatt knew they would. Her body is warm and tight around my fingers. Sinking them to the furthest knuckle, I hold still until Wyatt gently pulls on my wrist so they come free. The need to be back inside hits me like a feral beast being released in my chest. Shaking off Wyatt’s hold, I push back in, watching intently, not quite believing this is reality.

“Keep a steady rhythm,” Wyatt encourages. “And crook your fingers on the way out. Not too much but enough that the tips drag across her front wall.”

Tacita, who until this point has been quiet as she watches me explore her body, suddenly jolts, releasing a gasped moan. I repeat the motion and she rewards me with more noises that make my cock pulse, the visual along with the audio, sending my temperature spiking.