Page 84 of Kiss and Tell

Lucy had looked exhausted on the ride back to the campground, but with that one comment from Joey, her tired eyes brightened.

Miles found his second wind as well when they made their way to the bedroom.

They’d developed their own routine the last few nights, each of them stripping off their clothes before diving beneath the covers. While Lucy had grown more comfortable being naked in front of them, her skin still flushed the prettiest pink. Originally, Miles had chalked it up to modesty or shyness, but he knew now it was a sign of her arousal.

For someone with limited experience, Lucy matched him and Joey right down the line as far as sexual appetite.

So far, they hadn’t done more than take turns, though that was by no means a criticism. The truth was they hadn’t needed to expand their horizons because just being with her—then watching Joey push their beautiful, sweet honey over the edge—was all Miles wanted. He could get lost inside Lucy’s body and never want to be found again.

Once they were naked, Joey drew back the covers, intent on climbing in.

Lucy stopped him. “Wait. We’re making it count, right?”

Miles stepped behind her, wrapping his arm around her waist to pull her back flush to his chest, his erection brushing her ass. “What did you have in mind, little girl?” he murmured in her ear, loving the way she shivered with need.

Her long blonde hair tickled his nose, but he didn’t care. She smelled like apples and cinnamon and the faintest hint of woodsmoke, despite the fact they’d all showered before the barn dance.

“Something different.”

It was a vague answer, her wicked grin telling Miles it was her intent to make them guess.

“You have a plan?” Joey asked.

Lucy nodded.

Miles placed a kiss on her bare shoulder. “Sounds like you’re the one directing things tonight.”

Ever since the afternoon when Miles had taken charge, directing Joey as he brought her to orgasm, narrating the action had become part of their sexual games. And neither he nor Joey were quiet observers when the other was making love to Lucy. Instead, they laced their voyeurism with commands and dirty talk, guiding the play, driving it to the next level.

“Get on the bed, Joey,” Lucy said, taking charge. “Sit with your back against the headboard, your legs spread.”

Joey did as she asked, grinning widely, clearly all in. The guy was always up for anything, and damn if Miles didn’t follow in his wake every single time. Mainly because Joey had never led him into anything other than a good time.

Lucy joined him on the bed, crawling between Joey’s outstretched legs.

Joey groaned when she licked the underside of his cock from root to tip, not touching him with anything other than her tongue. She did the same thing half a dozen times, licking his dick like it was a cone of delicious, rapidly melting ice cream.

“Shit, Luce,” Joey breathed.

She gave him the cutest smile, obviously pleased by his response. Then she looked over her shoulder at Miles. “I want to give Joey a blow job while you take me from behind. I want both of you at the same time tonight.”

Miles had foolishly thought his dick was as hard as it could get. He was wrong.

“You’re going to come in my mouth,” she told Joey. While she’d given them other blow jobs since those inaugural ones, they still hadn’t come in her mouth, always too anxious to fuck her to even consider recovery time. “And Miles is going to fuck me like he means it. He’s going to make it hurt.”

Joey’s head fell back against the headboard, his eyes closing. “Jesus. I’m not going to last long if you keep talking like that, honey.”

Miles climbed onto the bed, kneeling behind Lucy, who was sitting on her haunches. He gathered her hair, holding it in one hand in a loose ponytail before tightening his grip and tilting her head back and to the side. His rough kiss, combined with him pulling her hair, produced the desired result. Lucy whimpered with need.

When he released her, he reached around her midriff to pinch one of her nipples. “Since your mouth will be occupied, dirty girl, I’m taking over as far as making demands. We’re going to give you what you want, but you’re going to give us whatwewant too.”

Lucy nodded, then cleared her throat. “Okay,” she whispered.

Miles tilted her forward with a firm hand in the middle of her back. “Hands and knees.”

Lucy, the little minx, gave him exactly what he asked for, wiggling her ass provocatively, her mouth a mere inch from Joey’s cock.

Joey cupped her cheeks. “Open your mouth, honey, and let me in.”

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