Page 63 of Kiss and Tell

Joey groaned. “Maybe don’t sayanythingbecause I’m painting way too many pretty pictures in my head, Luce.”

Miles was too, and he planned to kill two birds with this stone—exploring his newfound interest in voyeurism while determining how far they could take this thing.

“Stand up, Joe.”

Miles was slightly surprised when Joey did exactly as asked. His best friend was an easygoing guy, but he’d been around him enough to know he wasn’t the type to follow orders blindly. His take-charge nature was one of the reasons he excelled as host ofManPower. He was very good at leading their guests in the direction he needed them to go.

Since Lucy had been on Joey’s lap, she stood as well, both of them looking at him, waiting for his next command.

Fuck if that wasn’t a heady thing.

Moment of truth.

“Take off her shirt.”

None of them had shed any clothing the past two nights, all of them wearing tops and bottoms to bed. Lucy’s cheeks pinkened, but she didn’t demur when Joey reached for the hem of her thin sweater and pulled it over her head.

Miles took a second, sucking in some much-needed air as he studied Lucy in her pretty floral bra. Her wardrobe was as colorful as her personality. She was a fan of bright colors and bold patterns, so it shouldn’t be surprising her underwear was the same. Her bra was adorned with pastel flowers and was one of those with half-cup deals that pushed her tits up perfectly.

He lifted one leg, resting his ankle on his knee, hoping that position shielded just how hard his dick was. He adjusted the towel, but there was no hiding the tent he’d pitched.

Joey raised his hands, clearly intent on cupping Lucy’s breasts.

Miles stopped him midway. “I didn’t tell you to touch her yet.”

Joey glanced at him with narrowed eyes, unhappy about being denied his treat.

“Lift her bra straps over her shoulders, let them fall down her arms.” Miles was confident gravity would take care of the rest.

Joey shifted one strap, then the other, and as Miles expected, her bra dropped enough to reveal the tops of her pink areolas. The bra might have fallen completely if not for her nipples. They were budded tight, so the material caught.

“Tug her bra down, Joey, until it’s just under her tits.”

Joey had the bra down before Miles had even finished making the demand.

Lucy’s hands raised, like she intended to cover herself. Then she reconsidered and dropped them back to her sides.

“Good girl,” Miles praised, recalling the way she’d responded to him calling her little girl a couple nights earlier.

Her breathy whimper was music to his ears.

Miles gestured to Lucy with a nod of his head. “Cup her breasts, Joey. Suck on those pretty nipples.”

Joey bent his head, squeezing one of her tits in his hand, drawing the nipple into his mouth as Lucy’s head fell back and her eyes drifted shut.

Miles watched for several moments, captivated by the two of them together, suddenly understanding how much he missed when it was just him alone in bed with a lover. There were so many fascinating facial expressions and physical reactions Miles had never noticed because he was too wrapped up in his own arousal.

Watching the two of them allowed him to not only see but hear things he’d never observed before, like Lucy’s soft whimpers, the rise and fall of her chest as she struggled to breathe, the heaviness of her eyelids that drifted closed only to rise again whenever Joey did something different. She was literally the most beautiful woman he’d ever seen.

After a minute or two, Miles cleared his throat. “Unfasten her jeans.”

Lucy took a shivery breath that he didn’t mistake for fear. Miles was intent on soaking up every detail of her deep-seated need, studying it closely for future reference.

Joey unbuttoned and unzipped her jeans, tugging them down as Lucy’s hands flew up, gripping his thick, muscular arms, her fingers digging in.

Joey shoved the denim as far as her knees, and Miles noticed he hadn’t taken her panties down with it.

Miles knew how much Joey wanted this, knew that his friend was viewing what was happening here very differently from him and Lucy. While neither Miles nor Lucy could see a way for this to work in the long-term, Joey, the confident bastard, refused to agree.

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