Page 111 of Two Guys, a Girl, and a Tripod

“So fucking wet for us,” I murmur as she kicks the panties away. “Now, Brody says come here and give me a kiss.”

Sophie takes a couple of steps to reach me, standing on her toes while I lean down. As our lips meet, my hand slides down her side, then across her thigh. With my fingers, I urge her to part her legs just a bit so I can feel the wetness hidden there. Another curse tumbles from my lips and I swirl my middle finger around her clit. She moans into my mouth and then I pull away.

“Brody says,” I breathe heavily, “go kneel on the couch with your pussy directly over Miles’ face. I want him to taste this.” I lift my fingers to her lips and she opens her mouth to taste herself on them. “Good girl.”

I give Sophie a quick kiss on the side of the head before she turns to do as I’ve instructed. Before she gets too far, I take the opportunity to slap her plump ass and she giggles. Miles is grinning ear to ear when Sophie places a foot on either side of him, standing above him before kneeling on the couch. She hesitates, inches from her target, while Miles’ head is fully lying back on the couch.

“It’s ok,” Miles breathes. “Sit all the way down. Smother me with your cunt.”

With that, Sophie widens her knees.

“Miles.” I address him and he pauses his movements, having been about to reach up to pull Sophie down. “Brody says eat that gorgeous pussy for us. Brody says make her come if you can.” My added challenge causes Miles to growl while Sophie continues to lower herself.

Watching Miles’ mouth make contact is sweet, sweet heaven and I can’t contain myself any longer. I reach into my still undone pants, beneath my boxers, to palm my aching cock. Miles’ tongue traces Sophie from back to front before his mouth closes around her clit. Leaning her arms on the back of the couch, Sophie sticks her ass out, her back arching.

“Brody says use your fingers, Miles. Work that pretty pussy.”

Miles reaches up and slides two fingers into Sophie with ease. I can see him curling them, flexing his whole hand with each movement. His other hand is holding her thigh, pulling her further down onto his face. That looks like quite the position. I’ll have to try it sometime. I firmly believe I could die happy if it was while being smothered by her like that.

“Are you close, sweetheart?” I ask when Sophie’s moans turn to high-pitched whines. I take a few steps around the couch so I can see her better. Her face is hidden below the cushion, so I gently grab her hair and pull. Her eyes are having trouble focusing until I squeeze just a bit. “Come on, Sophie. Brody says to tell us when you’re close.”

“I’m,” she whispers, “I’m c-close.” She confirms what was obvious by her fluttering eyelids. I smirk.

“Miles, Brody says stop.”

Sophie lets out a frustrated groan as Miles stops what he’s doing. I have to stifle a laugh when I see her hips trying to grind, to get the friction she so desperately needs.

“Ah, ah. Brody didn’t say you could keep going. Brody says lift up for me.”

“Fuck, Brody,” she whines, but lifts her ass just slightly. I hear Miles softly kissing her–whether it’s her pussy or her thighs is irrelevant. It’s not what I told him to do.

“Miles,” I warn, looking behind Sophie even though all I can see are his feet. I focus on Sophie again. She’s watching me intently. “What is it you want, sweetheart?” Sophie licks her lips, her gaze dropping to mine.

“I want you to fuck me,” she whispers. I lean down and press my forehead to hers.

“Good girl.”

I round the couch again, removing my pants and boxers quickly in the process, and straddle Miles’ legs. Sophie’s body is still too close for him to move his head away. Enveloped by her scent, I can only imagine how hard he is, aching to be inside her, but it’s my turn.

“Please,” Sophie begs, wiggling her ass a little. Miles groans beneath her. When my hand lands on her ass, she stops. It’s not enough to leave a red mark, but it’s definitely going to be a little pink for a few minutes.

“Brody says stay still,” I growl, stepping forward and grasping the base of my cock. “Both of you,” I add, hearing Miles shift beneath us.

I drag the tip of my leaking cock along Sophie’s center, grazing Miles’ mouth in the process. Knowing he’s at my mercy, right there, so close to both of us has me all the more excited. I smirk as Sophie moans, my teasing making her writhe again. I reach forward and grab her hair, pulling back just hard enough to make her hiss.

“I didn’t say to fucking move.”

“Please,” Sophie whines.

“I second that please,” comes Miles’ muffled agreement. I have to let out a chuckle at that.

“Ok, I think you earned it.” I let go of Sophie’s hair and slide into her at the same time, but only an inch or so. When she tries to push back, I grab her ass and hold her in place. “Brody didn’t say to move,” I remind her. “Brody says stay fucking still so I can use your cunt. You hear me?”

“Yes,” she breathes, her forehead dropping to the couch cushion.

“You too, pretty boy,” I add, glancing down. I can’t see his face. His hands are on his thighs, fingers digging into the denim as he fights the urge to touch himself.

“You got it,” he says, still muffled.

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