Choices (MxFxM)

Mila's POV:

I'm too old for this shit.

Chelsea and I have been at this bar for less than thirty minutes, and for ten of those this boy has been trying to get my number. Not to sound cliche, but can't a girl just drink with her friends?

A song with a booming bass line plays while distant conversations chatter in the background. The bar is pretty packed for a Saturday night, but not so full that it feels like we are fighting for arm space.

I take another sip of my whiskey sour, politely nodding as the boy tells me some story about his recent summer vacation in Hawaii. How old is this kid? Certainly not old enough for my tastes.

I look over at Chelsea who is sitting beside me at the bar nursing her fruity cocktail. I can practically hear her cheery laughter as our eyes meet, teasing better you than me.

My lips twitch into a smile at the corner, rolling my eyes subtly as I direct my attention back to Mr. Rolex. I'm not sure what his name actually is, but after he flashed me his rolex two minutes into our conversation, there was no way I was going to bother remembering it after this.

"So what do you say, baby. Want to give me your number? Or we can just go back to my hotel room now", he says with a wink, and I do my best not to cringe away from him. This boy has absolutely no game. "Ladies night" I motion to Chelsea, "but thank you for the offer", I politely smile and turn my body towards my friend, trying my best to let him down gently. You never know how men will react when you reject them, so it's best to always be polite.

I can instantly tell Mr. Rolex isn't used to being told no from the way his face sours. What was once admittedly a rather charming face, albeit too soft and young for my tastes, turns unattractive with distaste, "What, you think you're better than me?", he scoffs. The longer I stay calm, the higher his short temper is rising, "As if a whore like you could be better than me", he scoffs. Wow, that's definitely the fastest i've ever been called a whore after meeting someone.

I see the bartender silently looking at me over the shoulder of Mr. Rolex. I give him a subtle shake of my head to tell him I don't need his help. It makes me happy to know that he was willing to step in though.

With a feline smile I lean in to the boy sitting next to me, leaning forward to rest my palms on his knees and digging my pointed, manicured nails into the sides of his knees sharply, "Sorry hun, I only like to be called a whore in bed. And us? We are never going to be in bed together, so you don't have the honour of calling me that". His face turns an odd shade of red as Chelsea laughs, and I pull back to return to my conversation with her.

I hear his petulant scoff as he gets up, slamming his money on the counter before he walks towards the exit door, mumbling colourful curses under his breath.

"That kid had some balls", Chelsea said with an exasperated shake of her head. I chuckle leaning in to bump her shoulder with mine, "He is lucky he left when he did. It's the only reason I let him keep them".

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"Chelsea, babe, for the final time, you and that guy have been eye fucking each other for the last hour. I'm getting concerned for your kitty, girl, seriously. Either go and get his number, or drag him out the bar and into a taxi. I will be fine! I'll leave when I finish this", I shake the glass in my hand. A pleasant buzz is thrumming through my veins, but I'm far from being tipsy.

Chelsea gives me one last unsure look before her head tilts to the side, letting her brown curls bounce on her shoulder, "Are you sure?". I practically shove her out of her stool and towards the man who has been looking at her like he wants to eat her for the better part of an hour. She chuckles and walks towards him, and I watch as she whispers something in his ear before he stands. Chelsea looks over her shoulder, sending me a wink and a smile before they head out the front door.

I had initially agreed to come out tonight in search of some much needed stress relief, but so far the options have seemed pretty limited.

My eye had caught on a pair of men as they walked through the door earlier while Chelsea and I had been laughing at something the bartender had said, but I hadn't caught a glimpse of them since. Not that I was looking for them.

The duo had been the only people remotely able to spark my interest. The brief glimpse I got of them showed tall, broad figures, a cluster of tattoos and dark clothing. An absolute wet dream if you ask me. I wouldn't mind either of them taking me home for the night.

I drink down the last of my whiskey, enjoying the taste coating my tongue, when I feel a presence behind me. I really hope it's not a Mr. Rolex 2.0. Turning in my stool, I come face to face with a broad chest, a black shirt stretched across the muscles in a tantalising way. I trail my eyes up, not caring that it's obvious i'm checking this man out. Because yeah, this is a man. His neck is covered in a large tattoo, and his chin is covered in dark stubble.

It's one of the duo.

I raise an eyebrow at him when the silence between us stretches, "Can I help you?". A charming smile stretches across his lips, eyes crinkling as they shine with mischief, "Mind if I sit next to you?". I give him a nod, motioning to the stool silently. He sits down, his large frame looking almost comical in the small seat. I cross my legs, angling myself towards him, "Where is your friend?", I ask, curiosity getting the better of me. Great, now he likely knows I was watching him at some point.

He chuckles, placing his beer on the bench as he gives me his undivided attention, "One not enough, Sweetheart?". I feel my cheeks flame as I do my best to act unaffected by his insinuation. "That's not what I meant". He smiles again, and I think it may be one of the most gorgeous smiles i've ever seen. The way it warms my chest and makes heat pool in my stomach is quickly going to become addictive. "His name is Luke, and he lost the coin flip".

My eyebrows raise, "Coin flip?". The man nods his head, "Things were getting heated trying to decide who got to talk to you, so a coin flip seemed fair". Normally, it would seem petulant, arrogant and childish for two men to be arguing over who gets to talk to a woman, but somehow I know that's not the way it was intended.

"And you won?", I ask, leaning in towards him slightly. I can smell his cologne, an earthy, warm scent. I think it matches him well. "Head is always the winner, Sweetheart", he adds with a wink. The not so subtle hint in his words has my thighs clenching. "So, I know the losers name. What about the winners?". His smirk is more teasing than before, "Cane", he extends his hand for a handshake. I slide my hand in to his, gripping tightly as I give a mocking smile.

"Not going to ask the little lady for her name, Cane? I'm sure you were raised better than that", a deep, gravelly voice asks from behind me. He has the type of voice that makes women want to kneel and weep. A light shiver races down my spine at the sound, but I brush it off in the hopes that neither of the men noticed.

I turn to face him, my mouth instantly watering. He compliments Cane so well, while he seems to have less tattoos, there is a piercing through his eyebrow. His hair is cut short and bleached blonde, and he is wearing what I assume to be a motorcycle jacket with black jeans. The whole outfit is giving badass biker vibes, and i'm loving it.

"Mila", I smile up at him, "You must be Luke". His smirk is answer enough, and I watch as he pulls out the stool on my opposite side, and unceremoniously sits himself down. I feel engulfed between the two men, completely overwhelmed by their presence. It makes my blood heat and my thighs clench at the sensation.

"What's the point of a coin toss if the loser still gets the prize?", I ask, tilting my head to Luke. He smirks at me, "Well, Doll, i've never been the best at doing what i'm told", he replies. I'm entranced as he reaches across the bar, palming Canes beer before bringing it to his lips to take a long drag from the bottle. I want to trail my tongue across his throat as I watch the way it bobs as he swallows.

Cane chuckles next to me, murmuring cheekily, "Ain't that the truth", as he takes his beer back. "You don't have a problem with it?", I question Cane. "Sweetheart, I've know Luke long enough to know that he was never going to last long in the losing corner", he smiles at me, and I find myself glad that i'm sitting down as my knees turn to jelly.

I consider his words, looking between the duo, "Definitely not brothers", I comment, "friends?". "Just as good as you and the brunette you were sitting with earlier", Cane confirms. Ah, so I wasn't the only one looking. "And you waited until she left to come talk to me?", I'm looking directly at Cane now, but it's Luke who answers, "As pretty as she was, Doll, we didn't want any misconceptions about who we were interested in". I feel them both move closer, it's such a small movement that I would have missed it if I wasn't hyperaware of the space they are taking up around me.

I turn to look at Luke, "And what were you going to do if she didn't leave?", they both chuckle, "Sweetheart, with the way her and the guy at the end of the bar were eye-fucking each other, there was no way you weren't going to be alone at some point", Cane states. I smirk, Yeah, Chelsea has never been a subtle woman once she knows what she wants. I love that about her.

"So how long were you two waiting to talk to me", I ask, curiosity once again getting the better of me. Luke tilts his head as his eyes meet Canes, a silent conversations passing between them that I don't understand. "Long enough to watch you handle the weasel who tried to get your number", Luke says, and I'm not sure if I'm imagining it, but the gravelly tone to his voice seems pissed.

I hum, not expecting the answer, but it's nice to know that I'm not the only one who has been thinking of the other all night.

But how am I going to choose? Both of them seem interested, and from the way that I can feel my panties getting wetter the longer we talk and the closer they get, I can tell I'm definitely interested in them, too. I'm sure a night with either of them would be a mind-shattering experience, and I want to strip both of them and trail my tongue over their naked bodies. Would they have an issue if I got both of their numbers? Surely no-

"What are you thinking so hard about, Doll?", Luke's deep voice interrupts my internal rambling. I flush, biting my lip at the look he gives me as he leans in closer to me. My body reacts, leaning backwards, but I notice too late, the presence of Cane directly behind me. I feel my back lightly brush his chest and I gasp at the heat of the contact. His hand comes to rest on my waist, and the way his fingers softly squeeze into my hip has a bolt of fire humming in my core, "Honesty, Sweetheart. Don't go getting shy on us now", he drawls.

I swallow nervously, watching as Luke's eyes flick from Canes hands on my waist to the bobbing of my throat. I lick my lips at the heat in his gaze.

"I was just thinking-", I fight off a shudder as Luke's hands rest on my thighs, too high to be innocent, "-that I'm going to have a hard time trying to choose between the two of you". I hear Cane take a deep inhale, his chest expanding against my back as Luke's eyes turn dark with lust.

"I don't think we have made ourselves clear enough for the little lady, Luke". A small groan escapes me as I feel the ghost of Canes lips on the shell of my ear, "Sweetheart, you don't have to choose".

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I hands my keys to Cane, desperately trying to keep Luke's hands from stripping my legs bare before we get through the threshold of my front door.

Luke's hands grip my waist, fingers slipping beneath the waistband of my low cut jeans and digging softly into the skin there.

I send up a silent thanks as the lock clicks into place, glad we won't be giving my neighbours a free show. Cane is there instantly, pushing the door open and ushering Luke and I inside with a sharp tug to the band of my pants.

"Hurry", my breath is panting as I leads the duo through the threshold and into the living room, soft lights casting warm shadows across the room.

"What's the rush, Sweetheart?", Cane asks in his deep voice, stepping into my space with a knowing smirk painting his handsome features. He may be one of the most handsome men I have ever met, but there is no way i'm going to tell him and inflate his ego. Luke closes in behind me, trapping me between their towering bodies. The heat of the two of them pressed against me is intoxicating.

"You know, I'm pretty sure there is a saying about keeping a lady waiting", I can't help the sass in my tone, rolling my hips back against Luke in an antagonising way, relishing in the groan that comes from him, all while holding Canes heated stare.

"What do you say, big guy? Are you going to fuck me, or do I have to take care of myself?", My hands slide up, running them under my shirt to cup my breasts, tweaking my nipples and releasing a breathy moan.

Luke chuckles in my ear, leaving soft kisses along the side of my exposed neck, "You have no idea what you just started, Doll". He strips my shirt from me, grabbing both hands to pin behind my back, forcing me to push my tits out for Cane to inspect. Both men are focused on the way my nipples harden, and let out a chorus of groans at the sight.

"You want to be a brat, Sweetheart? Think that's going to get you what you want?", Canes dark chuckle has me growing wet, my breathing becoming faster as anticipation sets in. I've never had a threesome before, but I can already tell it's about to be the best sexual experience of my life. God, they are going to ruin me.

"Yes", I say simply, shrugging my shoulders in a mock casual display as Luke continues to lather kisses along the exposed skin of my nape, loving the sensation of his lips and teeth as they mark me.

I've always had a thing for marks, loving the feeling of ownership they give me. I'm convinced there is nothing hotter than looking in the mirror the morning after a hot session to see bruises, teeth marks and hand prints littered across my skin.

"Give us a safe word, Doll". It takes me no time to think of one, "Rolex", I silently chuckle to myself at the inside joke. I feel Luke nod behind me.

Cane is kneeling on one knee before me in an instant, tugging my jeans and panties to the floor before helping me to step out of them. Luke focuses on Cane, watching him trail kisses up my inner thighs. I hear him groan in approval at the sight of his friend on his knees before us.

Luke can't resist, biting the shell of my ear before his teasing voice rings, "He was probably going to be kind to you, Doll. Would have made you cum on his tongue till your thighs were shaking while I used your pretty mouth like a cock sleeve. Then he would have fucked into your pretty little pussy while I fingered your tight ass until you were begging us to stop", I'm sure my needy moan tells the duo all they need to know about how badly I want that to become reality. I need this. Need to be fucked, used and owned by them. Want it more than I have any right to.

"But your bratty mouth got in the way", Cane punctuates Luke's words with a bite to my inner thigh that has my legs going weak and arousal slicking my thighs, "Now we are going to edge you until your pretty face is covered in tears, and you're begging us to fill your tight little holes".

Luke has to brace himself, taking the bulk of my weight, as if I weigh nothing, as my legs go lax beneath me. No one has ever talked to me like this, and I fucking love it. My moans are louder now, silently begging for more, wanting the orgasms I know the duo will rip from me.

"Lie on the couch, Doll", Luke instructs, and both of them pull away as they wait for me to obey. I do so quickly, silently praising myself for buying such an obnoxiously large couch when I moved into this apartment.

Cane gives a hum of approval as he watches me spread my legs for him, licking his lips as he registers just how wet I am for them. His fingers spread open my pussy, and he groans at the sight of my arousal in front of him. "You should see how wet our girl is Luke", he groans, and I can't help but love how that sounds. Our girl. Yeah, I could get used to that.

They must see the effect the words have on me because they both let out teasing laughs, "See that Cane? I think she likes the idea of being ours". It's embarrassing how quickly I'm nodding my head, biting my lip as their gazes darken. "I don't know about you, but I like to mark my property", he adds, before he is leaning over me.

I feel his hands, warm and rough, pinching and twisting one nipple while his mouth clamps over the other. The warm, wet, punching sensation has my back arching off the couch as I gasp. The feeling of his mouth touching my skin is electrifying and I'm immediately aching for more.

As if my prayers were answered, I feel Cane descend on me. He takes his place between my spread legs, his breath fanning over my aching core before I feel soft, wet kisses trailing across the sensitive flesh of my inner thighs.

The dual sensations have my head swimming. I've never been touched like this before, never had so many places touched and worshipped at once. My head feels dizzy with pleasure in the best way.

It feels like ten minutes of torture, but can't be more than a few minutes. I'm whining and pleading for more of the sensations they are giving me, my hips rising off the bed in search of the heat of Canes tongue. My hands are fisting Luke's hair, his mouth leaving bruising marks littered across my breasts.

"Please", I moan, desperate for more than they are giving me. My body feels so on edge, electricity coursing through my veins.

"Hear that, Cane? Our girl wants more", Luke smiles against my skin. I don't hear Canes response, too focused on shifting my hips in search of more of him.

My movements still, a guttural moan ripped from me as my thighs instinctively try to close. It takes a moment for my brain to register what just happened. Did Cane just-

The sensation fires through me again, and it's an effort not to let tears fill my eyes as Canes hand slaps my pussy for the second time. I'm shaking from the shock to my system. No one has ever slapped me there before. Sure, I've been spanked a couple times, but the delicious sting against my clit is a completely different sensation.

"Oh god~" I moan, my back arching again. Luke takes this chance to slot his mouth against mine, and my heart hammers in my chest. He brushes kisses against my lips, both desperate and frustratingly in control. God, why won't they just give in and fuck me. He tastes of something sweet and rich, and I want more. I part my lips for him, feeling his tongue instantly brush against mine. His moan goes straight to my core, where Cane is brushing his fingers through my folds in a slow, teasing rhythm.

My hips twitch upwards, trying to force his fingers to brush against my clit. It doesn't work, and I let out a frustrated groan as Canes hands grip my hips and force me still. "Brat", he growls. Luke gives a mumbled agreement as he continues to claim my mouth. The weight of Cane holding me down, and the brush of Luke's tongue are driving me crazy, and i'm ready to do just about anything for them to release some off this tension.

"I'm sorry- God I'm sorry for being a brat. Just, please~ please! Fuck me!", my words are so desperate, and I love the chorus of approving groans that I hear in return. "Hear how pretty she begs, Cane? Her mouth is so sweet when she wants something. Let's see what else it can do", Luke smirks.

I lick my lips in anticipation, watching as Luke stands, stripping his clothes off in a way that has my mouth watering. His arms are bulging with muscles, his chest covered in a thick layer of dark hair that I want to brush my fingers through. Then, he pulls down his pants. Sweet Lord. His thighs are thick and muscular, and his cock is hard and standing proud. I can see pre come beading at the tip, and I wish he would run it across my lips so I could have a taste.

He chuckles, catching me staring. "Like what you see , Doll?". "Definitely", I say, no snarky comment this time, I don't want to risk him not letting me have a taste of him right now.

I was right in my choice, and I feel excitement rush through me as he moves forward. He kneels on the couch, his body facing Cane between my legs. Luke props a pillow under my neck, resting my head at an angle that has me wondering what he plans to do. "Tap my thigh twice if you need a break, okay?". I hum a reply, and groan as he opens my mouth and slides his thick cock past my wet lips.

The heady taste of his pre come has my senses going wild, the weight of him on my tongue as he pushes further into my mouth is addictive, and has me imagining how it would feel filling other holes.

I struggle to adjust my breathing as Luke starts a deep, slow pace of thrusting into my mouth, his tip brushing the back of my throat as my jaw aches from his girth. "Fuck, Cane. She feels so good". I moan at his words, loving the praise.

Cane responds with a groan that sounds like he is being tortured. At least i'm not the only one, I think to myself.

Apparently Cane has had enough waiting, because I feel his mouth lower to my clit, blowing cool air on the sensitive nerves. My thighs shake, the mild sensation making me all the more desperate for his attention. I'm sure if my mouth wasn't occupied i'd be babbling desperately.

It's an effort not to dig my nails into Luke's thighs as Canes tongue brushes against my clit in a firm stroke. Oh fuck, is that a tongue piercing? Tears fill my eyes as he unleashes himself on me. The way his tongue swirls against my clit, pressing and rolling the bud against his tongue, has me rocking my hips against his face. He lets me, one of his hands leaving my hips so he can push two fingers into my heat. I clench around them, letting the tears fall as his fingers expertly rub against a bundle of nerves deep inside me while his teeth brush against my clit roughly.

I can't resist anymore, my hips grinding against Canes face, my arousal coating his mouth and cheeks. Luke continues to fuck into my mouth, his hand loosely around my throat to control my movements. My body is so overwhelmed with sensations, my core tightening with every thrust of Canes fingers and brush of Luke's cock against my tongue. I dig my nails into his thighs, desperate to ground myself before the feeling of them overwhelms me.

I can feel myself getting closer, the knot in my stomach coiling impossibly tight as my moans turn into whimpers. Just as I feel my walls start to flutter around Canes fingers, they both abruptly pull away from me. The loss of their touch jars me, and i'm immediately searching for their warmth again. One of my hands reaches up to Luke's wrist, the one that was around my throat, and he holds my hand, stroking his thumb against me in soothing circles. The other reaches for Canes shoulder, digging in as he places soft kisses to my thighs. "W-why did you stop?", I whine. I feel Cane chuckle, "We did say we were going to edge you, Sweetheart".

I feel like I could cry. I don't know how much of this I can take. I need them touching me again, need their praise as much as their touch. All I can do is nod.

They give me a couple minutes to cool down, giving me reassuring words and touches as my heart rate settles, before they repeat the process again.

It's the fourth round of teasing now, Luke has given up on his slow thrusts and is now savagely fucking into my throat, his hands slapping and pinching my breasts as he grunts his pleasure above me. I do my best to slurp and suck at his cock, but I'm so delirious with pleasure all I can focus on his keeping my mouth open for him to use.

Cane is now using his mouth to swallow my arousal and flicking my clit with his pierced tongue, while two of his fingers work to stretch my ass. It's been a while since i've done anal, but it's something i've always enjoyed.

It sounds greedy, but now that i've had Luke's cock in me, i'm desperate to get Canes as well.

I'm climbing towards my orgasm so fast that it almost hurts. My thighs are shaking wildly and my hands are digging in to the couch cushion.

They are easily able to sense my orgasm, neither stopping their onslaught as i'm drowned in pleasure. Tears are streaming down my cheeks now, and I let out a muffled scream as Cane lands another brutal slap against my pussy.

It's the signal they both need to stop. I cry out in desperation as they both pull away from me again, my pussy throbbing with the need to cum. My nipples sting from the attention Luke has been giving them, and I can feel Canes teeth marks on my inner thighs.

"Please- no more. Please. Fuck, I need you. Need both of you", I sob, "I need to cum, please, please please! No more". Luke brushes soothing fingers through my hair as he coos at me, "I think we wrecked her, Cane. Our girl is begging so beautifully". Cane gives an approving groan, and their words of praise have my chest heating with pride.

"I think we have kept her waiting long enough. She has done so well, we should give her what she needs", Cane says. "Sit up, Sweetheart". Luke helps me to sit up, my head dizzy from the pleasure. The duo move in synch, manoeuvring my body to straddle Canes so i'm riding him.

I watch as he rolls on a condom, then do my best to hold myself up as Luke guides my hips down over Canes cock. The first brush of his head against my swollen, sensitive pussy has me arching my back. A strangled moan leaves my lips as I lower my hips further. The stretch is unbelievable, and I don't think anything will ever top this sensation. The feel of his cock dragging against my walls as I settle on him has my breathing coming out in soft, ragged pants.

The duo let me adjust, give me as long as I need to settle on Canes cock until I'm grinding and bouncing on his lap, loving the small bit of control they are giving me in this moment. It doesn't last long however, "As much as I love watching you fuck yourself on my friends cock, Doll, I'm dying back here and I can't wait any longer".

I look over my shoulder and see Luke stroking his cock in long, slow strokes. His eyes are fixed on the connection of Cane and I between my legs. The lust swirling in his eyes has me bouncing harder before I feel hands stop me. "Lay down on my chest, Sweetheart", Canes deep voice instructs. I listen, laying on his chest.

The sound of his heartbeat is comforting, and I force myself to focus on it as Luke brushes the head of his lubed cock against my ass. "Ready, Doll?", I nod, humming my approval as I do my best to relax for him. The first push of his cock has me groaning, the sensation amplified by the stretch of my pussy around Canes throbbing cock. Luke continues his movements, pulling back slightly before pushing in until I feel his hips brush the flesh of my ass cheeks.

My mind blanks as I'm filled to the brim. The stretch of their cocks inside me has my earlier denied orgasms flaring to life inside me.

Luke waits for my nod of approval to start moving. He starts slow, letting us all adjust to the new sensation. I'm moaning and squirming against Cane, loving being sandwiched between them. Cane strokes his fingers through my hair with one hand while the other brushed against my clit in feather-light circles.

As my hips start to rotate, seeking more friction, Luke's thrusts become stronger, more controlled. He fucks my ass as he chases his orgasm. The deep, rhythmic thrusts have me clenching and grinding against Cane, and the sound of their moans mixing together has my stomach coiling in record time.

Fire is burning through my veins, my vision hazy as my orgasm gets ready to crash through me. I try to warn them, jumbled words and pleas leaving my lips as I struggle to form a sentence. Luke grunts in my ear, kissing the nape of my neck softly in comparison to his brutal thrusts. "Gonna cum for us, Doll? Want to cum all over our cocks and milk us dry?", he groans, his head resting on my shoulder as his breathing quickens.

"Want us to fill you up, Sweetheart? Wanna feel you squeeze my cock as you cum and see your beautiful face as we fill you up", their words send me hurtling towards the edge, I'm barely able to get out a "Please-", and a hurried  "Cum for us", before i'm shattering.

My orgasm hits me in a brutal wave of pleasure. My head spins and my pussy clenches impossibly hard as wave after wave of sizzling pleasure rocks through my body. I'm faintly aware of the duo joining me. I can feel the sensation of their cocks pulsing inside me. Luke is the first to go, his cock twitching and pulsing as he sinks his teeth into the nape of my neck. Rope after rope of cum fills my ass as his thrusts turn shallow as he grows sensitive. Cane follows shortly after, his hips twitching upward as he spills into the condom, his voice raspy as he growls his pleasure. The way they twitch inside me, pulsing as they come down from their highs, has me clenching around them.

They lather me in affection. Soft kisses brush against my skin, followed by a warm cloth. My body feels limp as my mind floats, soaking in the overwhelming sensation of ecstasy. Arms wrap around me from behind after draping a blanket over us, but I'm unsure who it is. The other man sits with my legs draped over his as he massages my feet in soft circles.

Every brush of their skin against mine is still heightened. I was right when I said that this threesome was going to be the best sexual experience of my lifetime.

I must have been thinking aloud, because a chuckle behind me brings me back to reality, "Hear that, Cane? We set the bar pretty high for ourselves", Luke's chest rumbles with affectionate laughter. Cane lets out his own huff of amusement, "Let's hope our girl lets us try and surpass it"

Oh, I definitely will.