Page 67 of Kiss and Tell

Joey, not one to be left out, lifted the covers, stealing a peek as Miles ran his tongue along her slit. “Fuckthat looks hot.” He reached for her shirt, tugging it over her head, and Lucy was thrown back to that day in her kitchen when she’d indulged in her first fantasy starring both of them together.

“God! I’ve dreamed about this,” she admitted.

Joey cupped her breast, running his forefinger over her sensitive nipple. “Oh yeah?”

Lucy nodded, unable to speak when Miles drove his tongue inside her, his thumb wreaking havoc on her clit. He was right. This wasn’t going to take long.

Joey added more fuel to the fire, sucking her nipple into his mouth, pinching the other with his free hand. Then his lips traveled upward, as he planted kisses along her neck, her cheek, behind her ear.

After three nights of kissing, touching, and exploring, Miles and Joey had officially found every hidden erogenous zone and hot button on her body. Even some she hadn’t discovered.

Kiss the back of her neck? Check.

Nip her earlobe? Check.

Tickle the crook of her knee? Check.

Suck her finger into their mouths? Check.

Pull her hair? Hell fucking yeah. Check.

Lucy’s hands drifted under the covers, her fingers sliding over Miles’s tight curls, the broad shoulders holding her thighs wide apart. Any shyness she might have harbored around them had vanished yesterday on that dining room table, when Joey finger fucked her to one of the strongest orgasms of her life.

At this point, modesty be damned because she was a junkie, willing to burn every piece of clothing she owned if it meant another hit of Miles and Joey.

“God,” she breathed, when Miles’s mouth replaced his thumb, sucking on her clit. Her hips lurched upward as she sought more. He didn’t disappoint, pushing two thick fingers in deep.

His groan was music to her ears, especially when he lifted his head, the covers rising enough to let her see his face, his mouth shiny from her juices. “So sexy,” he murmured. “And tight. You’re going to strangle our dicks, honey.”

It was the first time Miles had ever used Joey’s term of endearment, and it sounded just as sweet coming from him. Especially when combined with dirty talk.

Marco and Billy had been passive in the bedroom, more apt to ask permission or make sure she was alright than to take charge. Neither of them had ever used such graphic terms when they told her what they wanted from her.

Joey’s lips were wrapped around her nipple again, but he stopped sucking after Miles’s comment. He didn’t move otherwise, didn’t give any indication that he’d heard the same thing Lucy had.

Miles had been resistant to the three of them having sex together, but given his words, it appeared he thought that was a foregone conclusion now. Not that Lucy was complaining. Any concerns she had about engaging in a threesome affair vanished that first night they’d made out, then cuddled in this bed together.

Their first week together was already over. Time was going way too fast for her.

So, she needed to make every second of these next two weeks count.

Miles didn’t appear to realize what he’d said, or the impact it had on her and Joey, because he lowered his head and sucked on her clit like it was his fucking job.

His fingers thrust in and out several times before he curled them, finding her G-spot.

Lucy went off like a bottle rocket, her climax coming out of nowhere and taking her down hard. “Jesus!” she gasped, her back arching, stars exploding behind her closed eyelids.

Miles didn’t relent, didn’t give way. Instead, he continued thrusting, stroking that spot over and over until Lucy feared she would pass out from the prolonged orgasm.

While Joey still cupped her breast, he’d shoved the covers off the bed and lifted his head so he could watch as she came completely undone from Miles’s talented touches.

“Fuck, man,” Joey murmured.

His words captured Miles’s attention, the other man finally pausing.

Miles slowly drew his fingers out, her pussy clenching around them, trying to hold them in. Apparently, it hadn’t gotten the memo that Lucy was on the verge of death by orgasm.

Kneeling between her legs, Miles sat back on his haunches, then licked his wet lips. “Delicious.”

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