Page 113 of Two Guys, a Girl, and a Tripod

“Yes,” she pants, “please.” Then she glances down at Miles. “I want you to come inside me,” she begs. I turn her head with my hand still in her hair.

“It’s not his decision,” I growl. “But I think we’ll let him have this win. Brody says to put that mouth to work again, sweetheart.” I look down at Miles who hasn’t ceased his thrusting, though his movements are disjointed now. “Miles,” I grunt when Sophie closes her lips around me again, “Brody says fill her the fuck up.”

“Fuck.” Miles draws out the curse, his hips slamming up and into Sophie while she works my cock with her tongue. A few more thrusts and a heavy groan later, Miles is done, pulling Sophie all the way down onto him.

“Brody says stay right fucking there.” I barely get the words out, I’m so close. “Stay right there,” I repeat, pulling Sophie by the hair off of me while I stroke myself.

Using her saliva, I come within seconds, painting not only Sophie’s face and chest but Miles’ too. I groan, my breathing ragged as I finish, squeezing the last drops from the tip. I back up a step and then drop to my knees on the couch, taking in the sight of the two of them, covered in my cum.

Reaching up, I grab Sophie’s hair gently and pull her face to mine so I can kiss her. I taste myself on her lips and smile against them.

“I haven’t forgotten about you, sweetheart.” My chest heaves. “Miles? How do you feel about making her come on your face?” I have my answer in his grin. I’m learning quite a lot about my best friend this evening. “Then Brody says Sophie, lay down on the couch, and Miles?” His eyes snap to mine and I reach out to fist his hair. “Brody says make ourgirl come.”

I let go of them and kneel on the floor for the best view as Sophie and Miles get into position. Watching Miles’ cock fall out of her, followed by his thick, white cum, has my own cock twitching again. The things this woman does to me. I’ve had impure thoughts before, but never like this.

Sophie lays her head near the armrest while Miles settles himself between her thighs, not waiting a moment to dive in. I pull Sophie’s nearest leg toward me, opening her up more so I can see his artistry. Miles laps at her, cleaning the evidence of him from every single inch. His tongue is everywhere, touching every place, taking every drop. And when he’s cleaned himself off of her, he latches onto her clit once more, wringing a deep moan from Sophie’s throat.

“Use your fingers.”

“Does Brody say?” Sophie pants and I smirk.

“Yes, sweetheart. Brody says use your fingers, Miles.”

He slides two fingers inside and then a third almost immediately, coating them in what’s left of his cum, mixed with her arousal. Sophie writhes in front of us, whimpering and whining and begging to come for us.

“Please,” her breathy whine is music to my ears.

“Brody says come for us, sweetheart.” I move closer to cup her face. Her eyes fall to mine. “Come for us,” I repeat.

The lewd sounds of Miles absolutely devouring her become faster and her eyes flutter closed as her body curls inward for a moment. Then all at once, she explodes. Her back arches. She gasps, her mouth open in a silent scream while Miles continues to suck and finger fuck her. Her torso rotates toward me while the pleasure rips through her and I keep my hand on her cheek even though her eyes are closed. She’s so fucking beautiful when she comes, even if I’m not the one doing it.

“That’s it, baby.” My voice is soft and gentle. “He’s making you feel so fucking good, isn’t he? Making you come so hard on his face.”

All Sophie can do is whine in response as her ability to breathe returns. Miles slows his movements, allowing her to recover, but little twitches continue to rock through her.

“That,” says Miles, in between licking his fingers, “was hot.”

I run my fingers into Sophie’s hair and her eyes flutter open. Her chest rises and falls while she tries to control her breathing. I can see clarity returning to those beautiful golden pools.

“It really was,” I agree, leaning forward to kiss her softly before settling back on my heels again.

“We need,” Sophie pants, “to do that more often.”

28

Miles

Brody Motherfucking Torrence.

What a sneaky little pervert. My best friend is way kinkier than I ever would have thought. Not that this is a 10 on a scale of Vanilla to an Everything-but-the-Kitchen-Sink Sundae, but it’s more than a 1, which is what I pegged him for. I smirk to myself.

Pegged. I wonder what his thoughts are on that. I wonder what his thoughts are on a few things, actually. The man had his balls on my goddamn chin, for crying out loud. Our friendship has withstood a lot, but never anything likethis. Sharing Sophie with me, dominating us. The thought of what happened just a few minutes ago is enough to send a rush of blood straight back down to my cock.

After Sophie disappears to Brody’s bathroom, we find our clothes. I can feel Brody’s eyes on me as I zip my jeans and button them. I want to meet his gaze. I want to say something, but I’m at a loss for words, which is un-fucking-usual for me. Taking a deep breath does nothing to slow my thoughts or calm my mind and I absently run a handthrough my hair before finally facing Brody. He’s chewing his lip, studying me and I’d kill to be able to read his mind right now. Usually, he wears his heart on his sleeve. He’s an open book, to me if not to others. His expression right now is indiscernible.

“Say something,” I mumble. My tongue feels too big to form words properly. I can still taste the combination of Sophie and my arousal and it’s messing with my head, keeping me from thinking straight. Not to mention the fact that I still have his cum on my chest.

“That was,” Brody blows out a breath through pursed lips, inflating his cheeks in the process. It might look comical if I wasn’t so nervous about what it meant.

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