Page 170 of Two Guys, a Girl, and a Tripod

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Miles

This man knowsexactlywhat he does to me. There’s no way he’s oblivious. Not now. Not anymore. The growl, the praise. My cock already aches.

I sink to my knees without a word, Brody’s hand dropping away. Maintaining eye contact, I make quick work of his belt and the fastening of his pants. Brody’s already half-hard when I pull him from the boxers that are barely containing him. My mouth waters at the sight.

Feeling Sophie’s eyes on us, I flash her a grin before leaning forward to lick the salty bead that has already escaped the tip of Brody’s dick. He groans when I grasp the base of his shaft and swipe my tongue along the underside. I part my lips and pull just his head into my mouth, swirling my tongue around it and his hand fists in my hair.

He wants to take control. I can feel it in his grip on my curls, but he hesitates, so I decide to toy with him. I don’t let him any further into my mouth, though his hips buck when my tongue does its little dance again.

“What are you waiting for, Brody?” Sophie’s voice cuts through the tension and seems to shatter whatever has been holding Brody back.

“Since you put it that way,” he growls, pulling my head forward.

I give up control, letting him shove his growing cock as far down my throat as possible before starting a rhythm. I grip his hip in one hand and use my other to stroke him intime with my mouth. Brody isn’t rough with his pushing and pulling, but the harder he grows, the more he chokes off my air supply.

I glance up to see Sophie has raised up on her toes to meet Brody’s lips. Saliva drips down my chin while I gag and suck. My own cock is dying to be touched and my hand drops from his thigh to palm my erection.

“This is a lovely show,” Sophie muses, looking down at me, “but I think poor Miles is feeling a little frustrated.”

Brody pulls my head back and I gulp for air, staring up at him.

“Is that right?” Brody asks with a smirk. “Do you need some attention?”

Oh fuck. That look in his eyes is doing something naughty to my insides.

“I think we need to find a bed for what I have in mind,” he continues.

I’m not sure how we get there, but within minutes, the three of us have shed our clothing and are standing in my studio. Brody pulls Sophie between us, her chest against him while he kisses her. I’m left to trail my lips over her shoulder and up the side of her neck. I make a path down her back, which is still marked by the beating she took from her ex and his brother. The bruises are now a mottled green and yellow. She doesn’t flinch. They seem to bother her less and less each day.

I slowly sink to my knees, grazing my teeth over the fading bruises on her ass. When I find an unmarked spot, I sink my teeth in, earning a squeal from above me. Immediately, I press a kiss to her skin. Placing a hand on her hip, I urge her to turn toward me. Brody lets her, still hugging her to him while I kiss her thigh.

“Think you can balance on one foot for me, honey?” I look up at her with my bottom lip trailing on her skin.

Sophie bites her lip, hesitating.

“I’ll help,” says Brody.

His hands wrap around her while I lift one leg, placing her thigh on my shoulder. She’s fucking glistening. I’d love to know just how much of it is from my performance in the kitchen. I take a deep breath through my nose, filling my lungs with her scent before I lean forward.

Tasting her by running my tongue along her entrance, I moan into her pussy. Sophie mirrors my sound as she leans back against Brody’s chest. I feel her leg on my shoulder twitch while I feast. If she were lying down, I’m sure she’d be writhing beneath me. Instead, Brody holds her still.

That just won’t do.

My chin wet with her arousal, I pull away. Sophie whimpers, her hips trying to follow me.

“I think we’re going to need you on the bed, honey.”

Something sparks in Brody’s eyes and he leans down to whisper in Sophie’s ear. I can’t hear it, but she closes her eyes and moans a ‘yes’. The sound sends a jolt straight to my cock which is already aching for more.

“We definitely need her on the bed,” Brody agrees. “I want you to fuck her.”

“Twist my arm,” I chuckle, gently lowering Sophie’s leg.

She reaches the mattress and I follow her down onto the bed, settling myself between her legs. While I reach down to guide myself to her, Sophie reaches up to run a hand through my curls.

“I love you,” she whispers.

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