Page 113 of Kiss and Tell

Joey loved watching the exchange between them, the easy give-and-take, the way Lucy was just as adept at trash-talking as they were.

“I was right too,” Joey said. “I told you we fit.” He drew on the condom, lifted Lucy’s legs until they rested on his forearms and with one hard thrust, he found himself right back in heaven.

“Fuck,” Joey said through gritted teeth, hating how damn quick this was going to be over. He’d spent every night since they’d left her, playing out one fantasy after another until the calluses on his palm had less to do with work and more to do with self-satiation.

Lucy’s hips rose and fell from the bed in tandem with his thrusts. And while her tight, wet pussy gloved him perfectly, it wasn’t just the fucking that was pushing him to an early end. It was the show Lucy and Miles were providing.

Lucy’s head was turned to the right, her small hand wrapped around Miles’s cock. It was so thick, her fingers didn’t even touch. She’d taken the head of his dick inside, her cheeks hollowing out as she sucked on him. Her hums of appreciation obviously vibrated against Miles’s dick, and his best friend’s fingers tightened in Lucy’s hair, tugging it the way she loved.

“Your mouth,” Miles praised. “It’s deadly, honey. Fucking deadly.”

For several minutes, the only sounds in the room were their low moans of pleasure and their bodies slapping against each other.

When Joey felt as if he needed to come or die, he reached down, stroking Lucy’s clit. Her lips popped off Miles’s cock as she gasped. He leaned back, his gaze drifting to where Joey and Lucy were connected.

For a man who protested the idea of another guy in the bed, Miles had taken to sharing Lucy like a fish to water. Not only had he shed his own inhibitions about being watched, he’d also fully embraced his role as the observer.

“You two are so sexy together,” Miles murmured. “You were made for us, honey.”

Joey was grateful to Miles for providing the sweet talk because he didn’t have enough air in his lungs to utter anything besides a string of curses and Lucy’s name.

He feared for a second he’d reach the pinnacle before her, so he was relieved when, two panting breaths later, she hit the peak.

“Joey,” she yelled. “Oh. Shit. Yes!”

Her inner muscles clenched around him in the world’s most perfect vise grip, and he erupted as well, falling forward, his hands landing on the mattress by her shoulders. “Fuck. Luce! Honey. Goddammit.”

Joey tried to suck in some much-needed air, even as his heart beat so hard he feared it would pound its way out of his chest. He wasn’t sure how long he remained there, trying to recover, but when Miles placed a hand on his shoulder, he realized it was probably too long.

“You okay there, old man?” Miles taunted. His best friend took great pleasure in reminding Joey that he was five years older.

“Think you can do better?” he dared, simply because Miles wouldn’t be able to resist the challenge and Lucy would benefit from that.

Joey pushed himself away from Lucy, falling to the bed beside her and clearing the way for Miles, who wasted no time taking his place. Joey twisted, pulling off the condom and carefully dropping it to the floor.

Miles and Lucy both shot him a look, as his tendency to be a slob was pointed out more than a few times in the RV.

“I’ll clean it up in a minute,” he said. “I swear.”

Miles shook his head in disbelief, while Lucy giggled as she ran her fingertips along Miles’s muscular arms. “I missed you,” she whispered before looking at Joey. “Both of you.”

Joey gave her a soft kiss on the cheek, resting his head on his hand as Miles slowly pushed his way inside her. Joey didn’t consider himself a small man, his dick a bit longer than Miles’s. But damn if he still wasn’t a bit shocked whenever Miles managed to fit his thick cock inside her. She admitted one night that their dicks made her feel full, but not in an uncomfortable or painful way.

Miles, as always, opted for the slower, steadier pace, rocking his hips so that he was hitting her G-spot over and over. Joey watched, spellbound for several minutes, his cock—which should have been well sated—jerking slightly as he watched the two of them together. At this rate, Joey would be rock-hard again before they finished.

Despite already having two orgasms, Lucy was close. Joey had gotten accustomed to her little tells, the higher-pitched whimper, the almost Lamaze-like breathing as she struggled to fill her lungs, the way her chest flushed as brightly pink as her cheeks.

Miles was just as close. His tell was a lot simpler than Lucy’s. Joey knew his friend was close when his finesse gave way to unadulterated need and he lost his steady rhythm, his hips pistoning into her harder and faster.

“Lucy,” Miles said, his head bowed.

“Please,” she said, finally offering them that magic word. “God, please!”

It worked.

Miles came with a loud curse. “Fuuuuck!”

At the same time, Lucy’s body arched, her head thrown back in pleasure, her eyes closed tightly. “So good. Too good…”

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