Page 151 of Two Guys, a Girl, and a Tripod

The tips have stopped so they crawl back up the bed, grinning at each other and lazily kissing when they lie down against the pile of pillows. Miles, who’s closer to the laptop, checks the chat every few minutes, but nothing is coming through. Grumbling, I start clicking around to add tokens to my account. I feel ridiculous, like one of their rabid fans, but I also feel the need to see this through.

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Sophie

The tip comes through and Miles grins.

“How do you want me to devour her?” he asks the tipper, keeping his eyes on me. The hunger in those orbs makes my stomach flip every time I see it.

“Don’t mind if I do,” I giggle.

Miles slides down the bed. Once he’s in position, I swing a leg over his head so that I’m facing the camera. While I place my hands on his chest for stability, his fingers slide up my thighs, squeezing my flesh and pulling a sigh from me.

“Sit on my face, Honey,” he urges.

Lowering myself with a grin at our audience, I feel his hot breath on my center. His tongue darts out to taste me and I whimper.

“Sit,” he says again, pulling on my thighs. “All the way.”

Before the last word is out of his mouth, I plant myself firmly against him. My giggle at his muffled voice turns into a whine as hestarts to suck and toy and nip at me. My hips rock, searching for friction, my body yearning for release. Miles’ strong hands pull me down in an attempt to smother himself.

“Is this what you wanted?” I ask the camera. The laptop chimes a moment later and it’s hard to pull focus from what Miles is doing beneath me.

The pet name sends a shiver down my spine and I close my eyes, imagining that the words are Brody’s. I throw my head back with a moan when Miles grazes his teeth over my clit. Everything he does brings me closer to the brink.

“Good boy,” I breathe.

Miles pushes his tongue inside me, pulling another squeak from my throat. I try to ride his face, but his grip keeps me solidly in place. I moan a curse, aching with the need to come.

As if reading my mind, the big tipper sends another message.

“You wanna watch me cum?” I hum, giving Miles direction since he can’t see the screen.

I reach up to play with one nipple, my other hand still holding me steady. My hips begin to move faster and faster, seeking the orgasm that is so close. With one more stroke of Miles’ tongue, I’m over the edge, crying out. My back arches as my core tightens and Miles continues to lap at me before the pleasure subsides.

His legs bend, but he’s still holding me down. I lean forward, placing my hands on his knees, and grin at the camera.

“Thanks for joining us.” My voice is velvety, despite the fact that my throat feels raw. “Lance and I are going to finish up without an audience.”

I wink and, lifting only slightly off of Miles’ face, I reach over to stop the broadcast on the laptop. When I try to lift one leg, Miles pulls me back down and I giggle.

“I have to let you up for air.”

“Fuck air.” His voice is muffled against my pussy. “I don’t need to breathe.”

Just as another giggle escapes my lips, the door flies open to reveal Brody. His chest is heaving, his eyes are wild. His belt hangs undone in the loops of his unbuttoned pants and he stands there for a moment, studying the scene before him.

“Soph?” Miles’ muffled question makes me gasp.

“H-hi Brody.” My voice shakeswith anticipation.

“Up,” he growls. When I frown, unmoving, he takes a step forward. “Get up.”

I scramble off of Miles’ face, still on the bed, while Miles props himself up on his elbows. He looks at Brody, one eyebrow raised, half his face still wet with my arousal.

“Hey, buddy.” He grins. “Wanna play another game?”

“You,” Brody points at Miles, “sit in that chair.” His finger swerves to the armchair in the corner.

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