Then she turned her attention to Miles, lifting her hand to cup his cheek.
“We can stop here, Luce,” he offered.
Joey’s eyes slid down to Miles’s painfully erect dick, appreciating the strength it must take to make that offer. Especially since Lucy had taken hand jobs in the shower off the table.
She shook her head. “Come here.” She parted her thighs, making it clear she was nowhere near finished.
Miles slipped on a condom, claiming the spot Joey had just vacated.
Finding his second wind, Joey pushed himself up, placing a pillow behind his back, so he could rest against the headboard.
“Show me how it’s done,” Joey teased, and Miles rolled his eyes.
His words had been a joke, but damn if Miles wasn’t giving him what he requested. Because while Joey’s style was fast and furious, his friend’s had everything to do with going slow, savoring.
Joey wouldn’t have thought that was something he’d enjoy, but given the look of pleasure etched on Miles’s face with each careful entry and retreat, it was apparent Joey had been missing out on something.
Lucy trembled in his friend’s arms, her labored breathing as well as the flush that covered not just her cheeks, but her chest proving Miles was pushing all the right buttons.
“Oh God!” she cried on one thrust.
“There it is,” Miles murmured.
Joey had been watching Lucy, so he missed the way Miles had repositioned himself, tilting his own hips as he sought out her G-spot. Then he tossed gasoline on the fire, lifting Lucy’s legs, throwing her calves over his forearms to achieve an even better position, one that allowed him to stroke that spot every single time.
Lucy came quick, the orgasm apparently surprising her. “Holy. Fuck! I just…” Her words gave way to panting breaths.
Joey ran his fingers through her hair. “Miles has mad skills.”
Lucy didn’t laugh. Not because she disagreed but because she was currently trying to fill her lungs with air.
Miles, meanwhile, gave him a shit-eating grin and a wink. “Hope you were taking notes. Because our Lucy…” Miles withdrew. “Likes it…” He started slowly sliding back in. “When we touch her…” Lucy gasped when Miles dipped his hips slightly. “Righthere.”
Lucy slapped her palms against Miles’s chest. “I can’t take anymore!”
Joey knew if she truly tried to push Miles away, he’d stop, but she wasn’t applying pressure. And after a few seconds, her fingers started caressing his friend’s bare chest.
“You can give us one more.” Miles bent to kiss her.
Joey liked the way Miles’s pronouns had changed so he was always included as well, loved hearing him sayourandus.
He slid down, leaning toward her until his lips brushed the shell of her ear. “Just one more, honey. Then we’ll let you sleep,” he promised. “For a few hours.”
This time, shedidlaugh, though it was all air, no sound. “I’ll be dead by dawn.”
Rather than reassure her, Joey decided to take a page from Miles’s book, sliding his finger down the middle of her body, through the valley of her breasts, over her stomach, not stopping until it rested on her clit.
“Oh God,” she cried, as Miles started thrusting again, hitting her G-spot over and over as Joey stroked her clit.
Her third orgasm left her shaking, her body writhing out of control.
“Lucy,” Miles gritted out. “God.Fuck. So good.”
Joey glanced up just in time to see Miles’s expression of pleasure and pain mingled together as he came too. His finger stilled, though he kept it there, amazed by the way he could almost feel their orgasms pulsing together.
There was so much he wanted to explore, discover, do.
Miles withdrew from Lucy’s body, rising to go to the bathroom to clean up. Joey considered doing the same, but he couldn’t summon the energy. Especially not when Lucy rolled toward him and nuzzled against his chest. He wrapped his arm around her shoulders and placed a soft kiss on the top of her head, aware she didn’t even feel it. She’d already drifted to sleep, not even stirring when a drowsy Miles climbed back into the bed, spooned her from behind, and immediately followed her into dreamland.