Page 153 of Two Guys, a Girl, and a Tripod

“Eyes on me, honey,” says Miles.

I hadn’t realized my eyes had closed, I was so focused on Brody’s movements. When I force them open again, Miles has shifted. Both feet are on the ground, legs spread. His elbows rest on his knees and those beautiful, brown eyes are focused on my face while Brody pounds into me. Whimpers and whines spill from me and it takes everything I have to keep my eyes from closing again as my core tightens and my muscles tense.

“That’s it. You’re taking Brody’s cock so fucking well.”

When my head starts to fall, Brody’s hand leaves my hip and tangles into my hair, forcing my face to remain even with Miles’. He’s not pulling hard, but it’s enough to set off the explosion of ecstasy. As my body stiffens, my eyes squeeze shut.

“Fuck, Sophie, fuck,” Brody grunts, thrusting through my orgasm.

The spasms finally slow and I fall forward, taking him with me. My back is still arched, Brody’s hands on the bed on either side of me, his hips still. A sheen of sweat begins to cool on my skin while Brody trails light kisses over one shoulder.

“So,” kiss, “fucking,” kiss, “perfect.”

My face is buried in the sheet beneath me and I have to turn my head to try to gain control over my breathing. When Brody backs away and I’m left empty, a whimper escapes my lips. He leans down to whisper in my ear, his breath tickling the sensitive area.

“I think,” though not in my line of sight, I can hear the grin in his voice, “it’s time we allowed Miles to join us, don’t you? Seems like he has a painful problem you could help with.”

I lift my head, my movements stunted. Miles’ eyes are hungry, burning, begging to touch me and they’re focused directly on my face. He doesn’t even bother to look at Brody.

“Y-yes,” I whisper.

“Oh, Sophie.” Brody pulls the hair away from my ear. “You’re going to need to be louder than that, sweetheart. Now,” his face is no longer next to mine, “should we let Miles join us?”

“Yes.” My voice is stronger, but not by much.

“Yes, what? What do you want Miles to do?”

“I…” I don’t know what answer Brody wants.I want him to fuck me? To choke me with his cock? To utterly devour me with his tongue?“I want you both.” The confident seductress from my videos asserts herself in my voice.

I know something has changed between them. I’m not sure what, butsomethinghappened. I can’t wait to explore it, but not right now. Right now, I want to be the center of attention.

“Good girl.” Brody leans back down to kiss my shoulder. “What are you waiting for?” he murmurs, clearly addressing Miles. “Get over here.”

Miles practically jumps out of the chair, taking just two long strides to reach the edge of the bed.

“Do you trust me?” asks Brody, taking a finger to my chin and turning me toward him. I search his face, trying to decipher his meaning. Would I be here if I didn’t?

“Yes.”

“I’m going to lie down,” he begins, backing away. “And you’re going to get on top.” Before I can even open my mouth to protest, Miles takes my chin and turns my face upward, catching my lips in his.

“I think you’re going to like this, honey,” he assures me when he stands above me once more.

I wet my lips and take a ragged breath, then turn to crawl up the bed toward Brody. The smug smile on his face is so out of character. Maybe that’s why it turns me on so much. I’m already slick with arousal, absolutely soaked, but I swear the sight of him lying there, waiting for me to straddle him, causes a tear to roll down my thigh.

My knees on either side of him, Brody reaches between us to guide himself. Before the head of his cock can slip back inside me, his hands grasp my hips and don’t allow me to sink down further. His green eyes on me, Brody addresses Miles.

“I think we’re going to need to help,” he growls. “Don’t you want to taste us?”

I try to turn my head to watch as Miles kneels on the bed and lowers his head behind me, but Brody’s grip on my hips keeps me facing forward. He moans and I imagine that Miles ishelpingBrody with his mouth. My lips part in shock. I wish I had this on camera–there’s no way my imagination is good enough to capture what’s happening beneath me.

Miles’ head lifts and his hand snakes into my hair, pulling my head back.

“Open your mouth,” Brody orders. I immediately comply.

Now directly above me, Miles gathers the saliva in his mouth and slowly lets it fall from his lips onto my tongue.

“Swallow,” he breathes.

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