Page 110 of Two Guys, a Girl, and a Tripod

“Well?” I ask, studying her face.

“Are you sure?” She wants it. It’s written all over her face.

“Fuck yes.”

27

Brody

I grab the back of her neck and pull her face back to mine.

“What do you want him to do?” she breathes against my lips between kisses.

“I-” I don’t fucking know. I didn’t get that far. But an idea comes to me. “Get up,” I whisper to her. Then I look at Miles. “Sit down.”

“Bossy Brody,” he laughs. “I like.” His words are light, but that tone tells me just how excited he is for whatever is about to happen.

Sophie stands up, allowing me to do the same. I cup her face and kiss her once more before stepping to the side to give her space. Miles takes a seat on the couch, hands on his thighs, and waits.

Now that the time has come for me to make any kind of decision, my brain is broken and my mouth is still dry. I lick my lips and take a deep breath. Sophie places her hand on my arm with an encouraging smile and fire in her amber eyes.

“Actually, Miles,” I’m not looking at him, just staring at Sophie with an impish grin, “Simon says sit on the floor, back against the couch.”

“Yes, sir.” He winks and slides to the floor with a move that borders on ridiculous. “Don’t you mean Brody says?”

“Sophie,” I whisper, my grin widening, “sweetheart.Brodysays take that dress off for us and give us a show.” I step back to give her some room.

Sophie bites her bottom lip and giggles deep in her throat, a sinful symphony that makes me shudder with need. I take another step back as she crosses her arms and grabs her dress as far down as she can reach without bending. Far slower than I would like, she pulls the flowing cloth up, revealing her thighs and then her lavender lace panties. Miles and I groan in unison at the sight as her breasts are revealed to us, clad in the same pastel lingerie.

“Jesus, sweetheart, move faster,” I moan.

“You didn’t say Brody says,” she teases, pulling the dress over her head as slowly as humanly possible.

“Brody says pull off that damn dress and toss it to the side.”

Sophie does so, that same delicious smile on her face. The dress flies over the couch in a flurry of white and floral fabric, landing with aswishon the floor out of sight.

“I need to see all of you,” Miles chokes. Good to know the sight of this woman does the same things to him as it does to me.

“Well, sweetheart? Brody says take off that bra.”

Sophie reaches back to unhook the bra, shimmying out of it and tossing it to Miles with a smirk. Her eyes are still on me.

“Miles, Brody says tell Sophie how perfect her tits look.”

“Your tits are so fucking perfect,” he moans. “Can I touch her?”

“Nope. Suffer.” I wink at him and he grunts his annoyance. “Sophie, Brody says play with those beautiful tits. Massage them and play just the way you like.”

“You gonna make me do all the work?” she asks, raising her hands to do as I ordered. She pinches one nipple and moans, her mouth dropping open, eyes closing. I notice the way her thighs squeeze together.

“For now.” I’m desperate to feel her suffocating on my dick again, but I’m enjoying this game. I notice Miles’ hands creeping toward the zipper of his jeans. “Brody didn’t say to move, Miles.”

“Fuck, man, this is agony.”

“I know.” I flash a smirk his way before returning my gaze to Sophie. Her moans are growing louder. “Brody says stop.” She drops her hands and her eyes snap open. “I think it’s time we give our boy what he wants, don’t you?” Her eyes dart to Miles and then back to me. She nods slightly. “Brody says take off those panties and let us see how wet you already are.”

Sophie inhales sharply and follows the command, hooking her thumbs into the lace and pulling down. When the fabric passes her knees, I can see the dark spot in the center.

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