Page 154 of Two Guys, a Girl, and a Tripod

As soon as he sees my throat finish working to swallow his gift, Miles’ lips crash down onto mine. His tongue slips, almost immediately, into my mouth. Brody’s hands tighten on my hips and he slides inside me, either with Miles’ help or getting the angle perfect on his own. My whimper is captured and consumed by the man behind me.

“I wish you two could see what I see,” Brody moans. Miles and I break the kiss to look down at him. “Do you know how-” he chokes on his words, “-how magnificent this looks?”

Miles lets go of my hair and I lean down to kiss Brody. His hands roam my body, his hips still. I feel a second set of hands join moments later and I no longer know which ones belong to which man and I don’t fucking care anymore. Someone runs gentle fingers down my back and another hand grasps one breast, squeezing gently until fingers from the same hand pinch the nipple. I moan into Brody’s kiss.

I hear the soft snap of a bottle cap opening just before something cold is poured onto my asshole, dripping down to cover the spot where Brody and I are joined.

“Did you plan this?” I giggle against Brody’s lips while Miles’ fingers spread the lube, bringing warmth back to my skin.

“We just know each otherverywell,” he whispers back. “Where do you want him, sweetheart?”

I lift my head and raise an eyebrow.

“I thought you were in charge.”

“Only to an extent.” Brody trails his fingers over my temple and into my hair. “I know you’re more experienced,” he breathes. “So it’s your choice.”

“I need you both, together.” My lips find his again and Miles grunts his approval.

“That’s what I hoped you’d say.”

His thick cock prods at my already stretched pussy, trying to fit himself in next to Brody. After a few slippery mistakes, he begins to squeeze inside. My breath stills in my chest, my eyes closing as I concentrate on all the sensations of pain and pleasure mixing together. An altogether different pain from the kind that would have me cowering in a corner.

“Eyes on me, sweetheart,” Brody growls, his hand still in my hair.

“I can’t,” I whimper as the pressure grows, as Miles pushes further inside me. Had we not used the large dildo during our broadcast, I don’t know that I would be able to take both of them at once. My breath keeps catching, gasps escaping me with every other inhale.

“You can,” Miles urges. A hand brushes down my side. “I know you can.”

I force my eyes to open, finding Brody’s green orbs just as Miles stops pushing, fully inside me. I can breathe again, even if it more closely resembles panting.

“So fucking tight,” he groans. “Feels so fucking good.”

“Miles is going to move,” Brody says slowly, his eyes flicking to his friend and then back to me. “He’s going to fuck you and you’re going to take it and if I don’t hear you scream our names when you come on both our cocks, then we’ll keep trying until you do. Be a good girl and scream for us.”

Brody pulls me back into a kiss while Miles slowly backs out and then plunges deep inside me. He speeds up, soon pistoning in and out so furiously that I can’t keep contact with Brody’s mouth, instead just keeping my face as close to his as possible. Our noses rub, foreheads brushing each other’s, sharing our air while Miles grunts and squeezes my hips.

“Such a good girl,” Brody murmurs. “Taking us both so well, so fucking well.” The praise doesn’t stop and I can feel an orgasm building. “Do you know how perfect you are, sweetheart?” He doesn’t wait for my response, not that I could give it anyway. I’m too lost to pleasure, too focused on chasing a high that I know is so close. “I need you to know-” he grunts and I know he’s losing control. “Fuck, Sophie, look at me.” He takes my chin, lifting my head just enough to bring his face into focus. “I love you.”

I open my mouth to speak, but instead, cry out as I tumble over the edge. My core tightens, pulsing around both men inside me. My back arches and Miles removes one hand from my hip to wrap it gently around my throat and hold me to him. Their names, along with a dozen curses, tumble from my lips like a wicked prayer.

Miles’ movements stutter, Brody grunts, stiffening beneath me, and I feel the warmth as both releases flood my still spasming-pussy. My body relaxes and Miles lets me fall gently forward onto Brody’s chest, our skin slick with sweat. When Miles pulls himself from me, I whimper and then feel their combined releases fall from me as Brody lifts my hips.

He helps me to slide my leg over him so that I can fall with a sigh between the two men. The sigh turns to an exhausted laugh, which Miles and Brody join.

“That was unexpected,” I breathe.

The feeling of all of us mixed together, leaking from between my thighs, almost has me wanting to go again.

40

Brody

The room is dark when I wake up next to them. Miles keeps his studio curtains drawn when he films at night. The window faces the back of the house, but we still have neighbors across the fence who would easily be able to see inside with the lights on.

I haven’t slept that well in a very,verylong time. I like waking up with Sophie between Miles and me. I like having her so close during the night and warm beside me in the morning.

I love her.

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