Page 36 of Kiss and Tell

Drifting to the sink, she started to fill it with water and dishwashing soap to scrub their breakfast dishes. As she did so, she considered what she’d just learned about Joey’s siblings. She noticed that when he talked about Layla’s relationship opening a door, he didn’t include himself when he said his brothers took a peek inside.

Had Joey?

Was he interested in the same kind of relationship?

What would she do if he asked her to participate in a threesome affair? How the hell did a person even reply to something like that?

It certainly wasn’t a kink she’d ever considered before.

Her curiosity was piqued, though, and there was no denying she was intrigued by it.

Of course, there was a big difference between thinking about something and doing it. Lucy wasn’t a virgin, but she wouldn’t call herself super experienced either. Her two longish relationships were both the same flavor. Vanilla.

Picking up one of the dirty plates, she used a sponge to scrub off the remnants. As she did so, her mind drifted, her fantasies of Miles and Joey thus far had been either/or scenarios, but now, she couldn’t imagine one man without the other…

“That was delicious,” Joey said. “But I’m still hungry.”

“You can’t be,” Lucy said with a laugh. The three of them had just polished off a huge breakfast, gorging themselves on pancakes and bacon.

“I am too,” Miles added.

She dismissed their complaints and started to clear the plates.

“Still starving,” Joey insisted, rising quickly to band his arm around her middle and tug her onto his lap. “Give us another taste?”

Lucy felt his thick erection hard against her ass.

“Okay,” she whispered.

Miles moved to stand in front of them. “You’re wearing too many clothes.”

Her cheeks flushed with desire when Miles backed that statement up by reaching for her shirt and pulling it over her head.

“Still too many,” Joey added, as he unfastened her bra and tossed it to the floor.

“Not finished yet.” Miles grasped her hands, tugging her from Joey’s lap, so that he could pull her jeans and panties off before lifting her so that she was sitting on the edge of the kitchen table, her legs outstretched, Miles standing between them.

Joey stood, moving to her side. Once there, he reached out, squeezing one of her breasts before bending over to suck her nipple into his mouth.

“Mmm,” he moaned. “Delicious.”

God, he hadn’t exaggerated about being starving. Lucy gasped at Joey’s rough suction, and suddenly, she was suffering from the same hunger pangs.

Miles grabbed one of the kitchen chairs, positioning it so that he could sit down between her outstretched legs. Placing the back of her thighs over his shoulders, he wasted no time doing a little tasting of his own.

Her back arched until Joey placed a firm hand on her collarbone and pressed her flat against the table. They weren’t holding back their strength, putting her exactly where they wanted with ease.

Joey focused on her breasts, kissing, pinching, and sucking until the peaks were so hot she feared she might have third-degree burns.

Not that Lucy minded. Her hands clenched Joey’s hair, holding him tight to her chest.

“God,” she cried out, their dual attacks driving her out of her mind. Between Joey’s teeth toying with her nipples and Miles’s wicked tongue, she was already on the verge of an orgasm, something that typically took a lot more time and work.

Miles, sweet Jesus, was proving himself to be accomplished at going down on a woman. He held her pussy lips apart with his thumbs, as he sucked her clit into his mouth. Then he teased it, tickling it with his tongue.

“Miles,” she gasped.

Joey lifted his head, curious to see what Miles was doing to make her so crazy. “Fuck, man. That’s hot. Keep going.”

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