Page 93 of Two Guys, a Girl, and a Tripod

“Sophie,” Brody grunts when I reach up to cup his balls. “I’m-”

He tries to pull me off, but I don’t let him. Pushing my head forward, I take as much of him as I can and his hands pull my hair hard. He grunts as his cock twitches and I feel him coating my throat. He’s so far back, cutting off my air supply, that I can barely taste him. My body convulses in protest, but I don’t let up.

When his orgasm subsides, I pull my head back, gasping for air again. I sit back on my heels and lick my lips. Brody let go of my hair at some point while he was coming. I smile up at him, knowing my mascara is probably a wreck. His eyes are closed while he tries to get his breathing under control. I rub one hand gently up and down his thigh.

“You ok?” I ask, licking my lips.

Brody swallows and opens his eyes to look down at me with admiration. He grabs my hand and helps me stand, pulling me forward by my waist so that my body is pressed fully against him.

“I think ok is an understatement,” he laughs.

“Great?” I ask with a grin, wrapping my arms around his neck.

“Magnificent, stupendous, amazing, what’s another word for all of those?”

“I think you covered it.” I stand on my tiptoes to kiss him quickly. “But I mean it. Are you ok?”

“I mean it too. I’m wonderful.”

A buzzing fills the room and I realize it’s my phone vibrating on the counter. It keeps going and I have to wonder who’s calling me. No onecalls meunless it’s scheduled. They always just text.

“Do you need to get that?” asks Brody, nodding toward the phone when he sees my frown.

“I’m sure it’s fine.”

“Much as I want to keep you here, it’s ok if you answer the phone.”

I sigh and step out of his embrace, walking around the counter. I’m very much aware of my nakedness and Brody’s eyes following me. I frown when I see the name flashing on the screen.

“Natalie?” I ask, holding the phone to my ear. “Are you ok? What’s wrong?” I look at Brody and hold my hand over the receiver. “She never calls me.”

“Soph, I’m ok, but I think it’s Caleb.” She sounds shaken. “I think he tried to break in. The doorbell camera keeps cutting out and someone kicked in the front door while I was making dinner.” The fact that she’s getting the words out is impressive because I’m scared shitless. I doubt I’d be able to talk after that.

“Did he hurt you? Did you call the police? I’m coming home.”

“Nothing else happened, Soph. He didn’t come inside. I called the police and they’re sending someone over so I can file a report.” She pauses and I know what’s coming next. “Can I please tell them?”

“No.” The word is louder than I intended and I wince. “Sorry, but please don’t say anything to them.”

“Sophie, this is dangerous.”

“I’ll-I’ll deal with it.”

“If it happens again-”

“I know.” I continue to stare at Brody. The concern is clear on his face. “I’m coming home.”

“I’ll drive you,” says Brody as I hang up. He bends over to grab my skirt and toss it to me.

“No, it’s ok. You don’t have to.” I pull my skirt on and try to wipe some of the mess from my chin and cheeks.

“What happened?” He’s fastening his pants as he speaks. “Is your roommate ok?”

“She’s fine, but someone tried to break in.”

“Jesus, don’t you guys have an alarm system or something?”

“We don’t usually set it at-” I look at the time on my phone, “seven in the evening.” No need to mention the glitching doorbell cam, which I’m sure didn’t catch the intruder.

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