Page 75 of Kiss and Tell

He hissed in pleasure. “Fuck, Lucy. Baby.”

“The two of you together… So hot,” Miles murmured, his hand still fisting Lucy’s hair. He was using his grip to push her mouth farther down Joey’s dick. At first, his movements were slow, her mouth taking him shallowly, but gradually Miles pushed her harder, faster.

Lucy’s cheeks were flushed with desire, and Joey groaned when her tongue brushed a sensitive spot beneath the head of his cock. She was a quick study as she marked the spot, stroking it with her tongue repeatedly, quickly driving him out of his mind.

“Fuck, baby. I need…” Miles muttered.

Joey’s attention slid over to where his friend was unfastening his own jeans.

Lucy released Joey with a pop, frowning when Miles quickly dropped his pants and started to stroke his own dick.

“Mine,” she said simply.

Miles narrowed his eyes. “ThoughtIwas in charge?”

Joey reevaluated his initial impression of Lucy as submissive because the raised eyebrow she shot at Miles was one of sheer challenge.

“I asked you to direct what I do to you. Wasn’t that the deal yesterday? My orgasms come only from the two of you. If that still stands…”

“It still stands,” Miles grumbled sternly.

Lucy obviously liked that answer. “Fine, then the same is true for you. No more showers to take care of business alone. You’re all mine. Both of you.”

Miles released his cock and crossed his arms. “You think you’re up for that, little girl?”

Lucy’s eyes drifted closed briefly. “Why is that so hot?”

Miles chuckled but didn’t relent. “You didn’t answer my question.”

Lucy lifted her gaze to them. “Bring it.”

Joey had to lock his knees to keep himself upright when Lucy punctuated that statement by reaching out to grip Miles’s dick, tugging him closer.

If she still didn’t have a death grip on his cock, Joey would have stepped back to give Miles more space, because as it was, they were now standing shoulder to shoulder, pressed right against each other.

Miles must have read his intent because he shook his head at Joey. “Don’t move,” he said gruffly—before grunting.

Lucy’s lips were wrapped around the thick head of Miles’s dick.

“Shit, nowthatis hot,” Joey observed. He loved Lucy’s mouth on him, but watching her suck his friend’s dick was proving to be a close second in turn-ons.

Miles gripped Lucy’s hair tighter, taking over once more, directing her pace and depth. Joey pumped his own fist up and down his dick, his rough, almost frenetic stroke the same one he employed when getting himself off. He’d never been a slow and easy lover, too big a fan of going hard and fast.

Joey kept his hand over Lucy’s, matching Miles’s speed. And she’d clearly been sincere about accepting the challenge. Soon, she began alternating, taking Joey, then Miles into her mouth, back and forth, until Joey’s vision went gray around the edges.

This was too fucking much. Too fucking good.

It hadn’t taken the three of them more than a minute to find their rhythm, working in tandem. The only sounds in the RV were his and Miles’s groans, Lucy’s deadly hums vibrating over their cocks, and the light slapping of skin on skin.

Any direction Miles intended to offer disappeared, his friend no longer capable of saying anything more than Lucy’s name and a string of gasped curses.

“Shit, Luce. So good,” Miles said.

Lucy shifted back, taking Joey inside her mouth. If he had his way, he’d drag this out all damn night, but Lucy was proving too skilled.

“I’m close,” he admitted, his breathing labored, his balls tight.

“Me too,” Miles gritted out. Given his pained tone, Joey thought he might already be there.

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