Page 111 of Kiss and Tell

Lucy shifted off Miles’s lap, crawling along the couch to him. Once she’d straddled his lap, she gave him a soft kiss on the side of his lips. “I was going to beg you to let me join you on the road again. I want to be adventurous.”

“I like the idea of you begging,” Joey purred. “Wonder if we can get you to do that for us now.”

Lucy gave him a breathy laugh. “I don’t think you’ll have to try too hard.”

“Ah, right,” he said with a grin. “Blue bean.”

“Can we go to the bedroom now?” she asked, her tone part whine, part desperation.

Joey rose with her in his arms, juggling her with his hands on her ass, making sure she was secure before heading toward the room. “Hell yeah.”

Miles followed, the two of them working together to strip Lucy out of every piece of clothing.

Joey stepped behind her, wrapping his arms around her midsection so that he could cup her breasts, lifting them up. “Give Miles a taste,” he murmured in her ears.

Goose bumps erupted on her flesh as Lucy shivered with need, then she arched her back slightly, pushing her tits closer to Miles.

He sucked her nipples into his mouth, drawing on them roughly, betraying his own arousal.

Lucy gasped as Miles increased the pressure, but she didn’t try to pull away. If anything, she inched closer. “Missed you so much,” she said, her hands gripping the back of his head, holding him tight.

While retaining his grip on her breasts, Joey ran his lips along the side of her neck, kissing and sucking, leaving little love marks that she was certain to give him hell for tomorrow. Not that she seemed to mind getting them, if her little whimpers and moans were anything to go by.

Miles was the first to break, lifting his head and giving Lucy a long, slow kiss. “Ready to beg?”

Lucy trembled even as she nodded.

Joey moved her toward the bed, gently pushing her down until she was sitting on the edge. “Lay back and spread your legs.”

“God. Yes,” she hissed, doing exactly as Joey asked.

Once she was there, spread out like a delicious feast, he dropped to his knees beside the bed, lowering his face and running his tongue along her slit.

Her hands flew to his hair, tightening around the strands, pulling until his scalp stung. The pain sent more blood to his cock. Joey’s plan to make her beg was backfiring because God knew he was seconds away from offering their beautiful woman the world on a silver platter just to get back inside her.

The sound of clothing hitting the floor told Joey that Miles was undressing, a weight on the other side of the mattress causing him to lift his eyes.

Miles crawled toward Lucy, kneeling next to her face. He gripped his thick cock in his hand, stroking the length of it slowly as she watched. He groaned when she licked her lips, which was invitation enough, but she still backed it up by crooking her finger.

Miles lifted off his haunches, lowering the head of his dick until it brushed against her lips. Joey watched, even as he continued to toy with her clit, the tip of his tongue spinning circles around the distended flesh without really touching her the way she needed.

He wanted to wait until the opportune moment, wanted to wait until Lucy was good and distracted by Miles’s cock before he reminded her he was intent on hearing her pleas.

Miles teased her, drawing the head of his cock over her lips, painting them with drops of precome, without ever allowing her to take him inside. Her tongue darted out several times, stealing only quick swipes before Miles pulled it away again.

“What do you want, honey?” Miles asked in a deep, sexy voice.

“You,” she said, reaching out for him.

He grasped her wrist, holding it away from him. Miles glanced down at Joey. “I didn’t hear the magic word, did you?”

Joey snorted, shaking his head. “Nope. She must not really want it.”

Lucy scowled, trying to shake her hand free from his grip. “I want it, Miles. Stop messing around and give it to me.”

Miles held tight to her hand while continuing to stroke his own dick. Lucy started to lift her other hand, but Joey had been waiting for that, so he was ready. He grabbed it, pinning it tightly to the mattress by her side.

“Joey,” she cried. “Dammit!”

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