Page 76 of Kiss and Tell

Joey released his dick and gripped Lucy’s cheeks, pulling himself out of her mouth with a willpower he didn’t know he possessed.

She frowned, perplexed, then turned toward Miles, ready to resume his blow job.

Miles must have understood Joey’s intent because he shifted away, not allowing her to take him back inside her mouth.

Lucy still clenched their dicks in her hands, though her movements halted. “What?—”

“Not this time,” Miles said.

Lucy tilted her head in confusion. “But you’re not finished.”

He didn’t respond. Instead, he clasped her wrist, pulling her hand off his dick, before reaching beneath her arms to lift her from the floor. Miles gave her a quick, hard kiss. “When I come, I’m going to be buried deep inside that tight pussy of yours.”

Understanding dawned, and Lucy’s cheeks flushed a deep red. “God,” she breathed. “Yes. But next time, you finish in my mouth.”

Miles ran a hand over his head, and for a second, Joey thought his friend was going to say fuck it and give Lucy what she was asking for.

Joey wrapped his arm around her waist, drawing her into his arms. His kiss lingered longer than Miles’s had. When they parted, he rested his forehead against hers. “Best blow job ever.”

She giggled, waving his words away as nonsense, so Joey gripped the back of her neck, forcing her to see how serious he was.

“The best, honey. My head nearly blew off my shoulders.” He kissed her again before she could attempt to demur.

Joey might have gone on kissing her all night if Miles hadn’t tugged her out of his arms. “Let’s move this to the bedroom. Because if I stand here watching you two for much longer, I’m not going to be able to stop myself from coming.”

Joey was pleased—if shocked—by Miles’s confession. He liked the idea that his friend was as turned on by the watching part as Joey was.

“Apparently I have a voyeur kink I didn’t realize was there,” Miles confessed.

“Ditto.” Joey toed off his shoes, jeans, and boxers. He probably looked like an idiot standing there in a long-sleeved Henley and socks, with his erection pointing straight at the ceiling, but he couldn’t summon the energy to give a shit.

“Come on.” Joey grasped Lucy’s hand to drag her to the bedroom. “Let’s test our guy’s willpower by giving him a show.”

Miles groaned. “I’m serious, Joe. It’s not going to take much.”

Lucy giggled as she passed Joey, jumping up on the bed and kneeling in the middle, crooking her finger for them to follow.

Joey pulled off his shirt, then leaned against the dresser to pull off his socks. Miles finished undressing as well.

Once they were both naked, they stood side by side as their adorable Lucy looked her fill. That was when Joey realized she was still completely dressed.

“Your turn.” He pointed to Lucy. “Take off those damn clothes.”

Whatever shyness Lucy had possessed at the beginning vanished without a trace because she lost no time pulling her shirt over her head, tossing it their direction. Miles caught it, placing it on the dresser.

When her bra came soaring toward them, it was Joey who scored the prize. He placed the colorful lace on top of her shirt.

Miles stepped toward the bed, clearly intent on taking over, but Joey’s palm swung out, catching him mid chest to hold him back.

Miles gave him a curious look.

“She’s not finished.”

Miles smirked but stopped, his attention returning to Lucy.

She gave them a grin that was pure seduction as she crawled off the bed, turning her back and looking at them over her shoulder briefly. Then she unfastened her jeans, shimmying them and her panties off in the slowest, sexiest ass wiggle Joey had ever witnessed.

“Goddamn, your ass, Luce,” Miles murmured. He had confessed last night to being an ass man.

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