Page 64 of Kiss and Tell

It was then that Miles understood why Joey was playing along. He was being careful to take this at a pace both Miles and Lucy could be comfortable with, unwilling to do anything that might spook them.

He couldn’t decide if he was annoyed or impressed by his friend’s cleverness.

“Lift her up on the edge of the table.” Miles tried to remain apart, tried to keep his participation to that of narrator, but when Joey grasped Lucy’s waist, placing her on the table before stepping between her outstretched thighs, he lost the battle. Slipping his hand beneath the towel, Miles wrapped his fist around his thick cock. He didn’t stroke, merely holding it instead.

“You’ve been such a good girl,” Miles said to Lucy. “So patient, even though you’ve been hurting. Stroke her clit, Joey. Reward her for not touching what belongs to us.”

Joey released a guttural groan that was one of the hungriest sounds Miles had ever heard. He’d been a fool to use the wordusbecause he’d just triggered a key part of Joey’s desires.

Lucy jerked as if zapped by electricity when Joey dipped a finger beneath her panties and ran the tip over her clit.

“Please,” she whispered, when his featherlight touch continued. “More.”

Joey didn’t give in to her request. Instead, his gaze drifted over to Miles. It was the first time his friend had looked at him since they’d begun the game. He took in everything at a glance. Miles’s clenched jaw, his labored breathing, his hand gripping his cock—hidden from view by the towel.

“What next?” Joey asked, his voice husky.

Miles held his gaze. “Finger her. Give her what she needs.”

Joey responded like a captive man freed from his bonds. He slipped her panties down, stroking up and down her slit, his fingers slick from her undeniable arousal.

Lucy began to tremble, her hands still locked around Joey’s biceps in a white-knuckle grip.

She groaned softly when Joey pushed two fingers inside her.

It was several seconds before Miles realized he’d begun rubbing his cock at the same speed Joey was fucking Lucy with his fingers. He was matching him stroke for stroke, imagining and wishing he was inside her.

“So wet and hot,” Joey murmured, his lips brushing the side of Lucy’s cheek, not kissing her as much as rubbing his face against hers. “So fucking tight.”

When Joey added the last description, Miles clenched his dick harder, added more force. He liked rough sex, liked his pleasure to include a taste of pain.

Lucy shifted on the table, pushing herself harder onto Joey’s fingers. Her cheeks were red with exertion, her body writhing, her whimpers and moans the only sound in the RV.

“Add another finger,” Miles demanded through clenched teeth, as he increased the speed of his hand job.

“Ahh!” Lucy cried out, her tone telling Miles that Joey had obeyed him.

“Fuck, honey. You’re so sweet, so perfect. You’re almost there,” Joey whispered in her ear. “Come for us. Show us how pretty you are when you come. Let Miles watch you gush all over my fingers.”

Jesus. Christ.

Joey had been relatively quiet during all of this, letting Miles take the lead. Listening to his deep voice, hearing his dirty talk…

It was working for Miles.

What thehellwas going on? Miles’s mind was at war with his body because while he kept thinking he shouldn’t like this, shouldn’twantthis, his dick was all-fucking-in.

“Oh my God.” Lucy’s body responded to Joey’s demands. Her back arched as she cried out Joey’s name. Then Miles’s.

The moment his name flew from her lips, Miles was a goner, his climax striking hard.

“So. Fucking.Good.” He used his free hand to catch his come, some of it splashing against the towel. He was going to need another shower.

The second his climax waned, his brain kicked in, and he tried to convince himself what they’d just done was a far cry from actual sex. For one thing, Joey was fully dressed, and Miles covered by the towel. Not that nudity was his problem, necessarily. He and Joey had been traveling together a couple of years now and sharing an apartment during the off months, so it wasn’t like they hadn’t seen each other’s junk. The difference was, they’d never seen each other with an erection.

In his mind, sex was meant to be shared between two people.

Now, he was forced to reconsider that idea. Because what they’d just done?

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