Page 66 of Spies Like Us

Miller pulls out of my mouth and climbs off the bed, looking around in the bedside drawer before pulling out a bottle of lube. He tosses the bottle to Ry, who pulls out of me. I moan at the loss, the disappointment real, but there’s a giddy excitement in my stomach at the thought of what we’re about to do. I watch as they make out in front of me for a bit, my hands grabbing the sheets so I don’t start grabbing either of them. Eventually, they pull apart, and Ry shuffles out of the way and moves Miller into his spot.

I watch with wide eyes as he leans down and licks Miller’s cock from root to tip once, twice, as Miller holds onto his head, before pulling back and spitting on it. It’s dirty and raw, and I am so here for it. Ry reaches for the lube while Miller runs his cock through the mess Ry made of my pussy. It’s weeping with the loss of him. Miller looks up, his eyes locking with mine, and wraps his hand around my throat, squeezing as he slides his dick deep with one thrust. My eyes roll back in my head. The pressure from both his hand and his dick is out of this world.

“Look at our good girl, taking your dick like that. Her pussy is so nice and tight, isn’t it, babe?” Ry grabs Miller’s chin and turns his head so he can kiss him while he lubes up his cock. His hand drops away from his chin, and Miller lazily thrusts in and out a couple of times before he grunts, and his eyes widen slightly. “Such a good boy,” Ry coos as I watch him work his hand back and forth. Although I can’t see over Miller, I know Ry is prepping his ass for his cock.

“Miller doesn’t like it gentle, so brace yourself, Mac, so you don’t end up bashing your head against the wall,” Ry warns as he pushes on Miller’s back, encouraging him to lower. When he gets close enough, I lean up and take his mouth with mine. He jolts with surprise and then moans into my mouth as Ry works himself into his ass. His mouth slips from mine, and I feel him suck and then bite my neck. When he pulls away, his eyes are closed, and his neck muscles are taut as Ry whispers words of praise to us. I’ve never seen them look more perfect together. I feel a slight pang of jealousy and worry that I’m always going to be on the outside.

Ry sees right through me though. “Be a good boy and look after our girl, babe. Make sure she doesn’t hurt herself,” Ry says, and Miller opens his eyes, a blissful haze making him blink a few times. He reaches for a pillow and shoves it behind my head. Satisfied with what he’s done, he leans in and suckles on one of my nipples, and I gasp when he nips it before moving to the other one.

“Ready?” Ry asks, and Miller nods, not taking his attention away from my breasts. “Good, because I’m about to make the two of you feel so good. I love that I can control both your orgasms.” Ry pulls out slightly before thrusting hard, causing Miller to do the same. “I’m like the conductor, and you are my orchestra. Now let me hear the beautiful sounds of your pleasure,” Ry croons as he works himself in and out of Miller, his pace punishing. Miller’s helpless to do anything but hang on for the ride, his thrusts into me an echo of Ry’s.

I’m not sure how long it takes to build, but before long, both of us are panting and pleading with Ry, and he wraps a hand around Miller, sliding it down where we are joined, and starts flicking my clit. Miller’s hand, which has been loosely on my throat this whole time, starts to tighten, and he leans in and bites my nipple hard. It’s enough to send me flying into outer space, my orgasm sending pulses of pleasure throughout my body. I clamp down on Miller’s dick like a vise, and he groans loudly.

“Fuck,” he mutters, and I feel his dick throb inside me, his own orgasm triggered by mine. It only takes Ryland two more thrusts, and he pulls out. I watch over Miller’s shoulder as he paints his back with his cum, marking him just like Miller marked me. His eyes meet mine, and when he winks, some of my doubts flow away. There will be plenty of time to talk about what this is. It’s so freaking hot, I feel a second, smaller orgasm flow through my body, and Miller’s eyes widen with shock before a small, dirty smirk stretches across his lips.

“I think you’re going to fit in just perfectly, you filthy girl.”

The three of us must fall asleep again, because a knock on the door has me waking a little while later, hot and smothered. Lathan sticks his head in.

“Hey, Miller and Mac need to go home. School’s done,” he says, smiling at us fondly.

Miller groans, but I feel freaking refreshed. It’s amazing what a little sleep and a couple of orgasms can do for a girl. I slap his naked ass.

“Come on,” I tell him as I roll over Ryland, giving him a quick kiss on the way. He’s lying there, all happy and smug, with his arms behind his head.

Miller’s still grumbling, but Lathan and Ry watch my naked form as I scramble around for the clothes Miller discarded earlier this morning. I’m not embarrassed, everyone’s seen me naked now.

“I’ll see you tonight?” I ask Ry, and he nods before sitting up, grabbing my hand, and dragging me toward him.

“Yes, you will. Be careful. I won’t be able to talk normally to you tonight,” he warns me, and I nod my head.

“Don’t worry about me,” I tell him as he kisses me again.

“Actually, Max wanted to talk to you as well, so while you wait for grumpy bum there, why don’t you see him? He just walked in,” Lathan suggests as Ry rolls over to get Miller moving.

“Yeah, okay. Let’s go.” I head out of the bedroom, but as Lathan walks away, I grab him and pin him up against the wall, then kiss him. “I missed you,” I tell him breathlessly when I pull away. I don’t want him to feel left out or forgotten.

He looks adorably shocked, and a cute grin crosses his lips as he becomes coherent again.

“I missed you too. You look like you had a good day. I wondered why Ry hadn’t returned, but I guess it was too tempting to walk away.” There isn’t an ounce of jealousy in his tone and I give him a quick hug in thanks as we start back down the stairs.

“Yeah, I feel great. I’m ready for whatever tonight will bring,” I tell him as we walk into the kitchen. Max, Dayton, and Anders are there.

“Ah, good. I want to talk about tonight.” Max is leaning against the sink, and he narrows his eyes, looking at me closely.

“Someone looks like they did a little more than sleep.” Anders chuckles, and I frown.

“What do you mean?”

“You have the biggest hickey on your neck,” Dayton says, pointing to a spot on his neck.

“What?” I freak out and hurry to a bathroom close to the stairs. Sure enough, there’s a fucking hickey on the right side of my neck. “For fuck’s sake!” I vaguely remember Miller sucking on it while we were fucking. No wonder he looked so freaking smug. That’s going to be difficult to cover up with the limited amount of makeup I have, and I doubt Matthew will be amused.

“We’ll have to stop by the drugstore on the way home. I need something heavy duty for that,” I tell them when I return to the kitchen. Lathan is sitting down with Dayton and Anders, and he has his laptop in front of him.

“Sit down,” Max says, nodding to a chair grimly. “Tonight, I’m going to have to say and do things that are probably different from what you’re used to.”

“Yeah, that’s okay. I’m prepared,” I reassure him, but he grimaces.

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