Page 139 of Two Guys, a Girl, and a Tripod

My perverted mind has a few ideas, but I don’t think he’ll go for any. Brody catches my look and I follow the bobbing of his throat as he swallows. My eyes flick to his lips when he wets them with his tongue.

He’s been my friend since I was twelve. He’s off-limits, right? Sharing Sophie with me,together, doesn’t mean he wants more.

The faint light falling across his face glints off of his green eyes. His pupils are probably only dilated because it’s dark. As the silence stretches between us, I begin to wonder if there’s something more in those emerald depths.

My mouth is suddenly dry and I don’t think I can find the words to say goodnight. This is the closest we’ve been since our little game, other than the rides to and from the airport. I lick my lips and his eyes drop to follow the movement of my tongue.

“Fuck it,” I breathe, grabbing his hips and pulling his body flush with mine.

As my lips tilt upward to reach his, one of his hands snakes up and around my neck to pull me closer. His mouth is hot and hungry on mine, his tongue parting my lips. I moan into him as his other hand glides down my side, but doubt flashes in my mind, sending a chill through me. I pull away, still holding him.

“I’m sorry,” I mutter, shaking my head. “I shouldn’t have-”

“Shut the fuck up.”

Brody grabs my chin and tilts my head up again, returning to where we left off. My hands clutch at his shirt, my body wanting more. Needing more. Needinghim. He grabs my hair, pulling my head to the side as his lips trail along my jaw and down to my throat. He nibbles the sensitive skin and another moan escapes me. His hips shift and I feel his erection almost flush with my own.

I turn our bodies and back him up so that he’s leaning against the counter. He allows the movement and lets go of my hair, but doesn’t lift his face to mine. Instead, he pulls back to stare at me, lips swollen and eyes dark.

Silently, I sink to my knees, dragging my hands down Brody’s body, feeling the chill of the tile through my thin pajama bottoms. Brody’s boxers are the only thing in my way. Keeping my eyes on his, I slide my hands back up his legs to the waist of the offending garment and slowly pull down. Brody chews his bottom lip but doesn’t ask me to stop.

Thank god.

I tease his boxers down further and come face to face with the proof that Brody wants this as much as I do. I stare at his cock and lick my lips again because fuck, I need to taste him. With one last glance up at Brody’s somewhat pained expression, I close one hand around the base of his shaft and then flick my tongue out to ghost over his tip. Brody’s hands grasp the edge of the counter as he groans and I smile with him against my lips. I continue to tease him, swirling my tongue around the head of his engorged cock several times before finally opening my lips to take him into my mouth. His salty taste sends a jolt straight to my own dick. Another groan from above makes me move, bobbing slowly at first, hollowing out my cheeks.

Brody wants more. Without saying a word, he lifts his hands from the counter and gently puts them on either side of my head. When I don’t speed up, he takes control, urging me to move faster. Pushing off of the counter, Brody moves his hips in time with his hands on my head. More and more of him slides down my throat with each thrust, causing me to gag and choke. I drop one hand into my pants to gently stroke myself for some relief. My other hand follows the movement of my lips.

Brody pulls my head closer, shoving his hips so far forward that I feel my throat stretch to accommodate him and I swear my dick is so hard, I could come right this very moment. My nose meets flesh as my hand drops away to take as much as I can and my body convulses, fighting for air.

“Fuck, you take this dick so well,” he breathes just before letting up.

His hips pull backward, his cock falling completely out of my mouth as I sputter and gasp. Saliva and mucus mix on my chin while my hand returns to stroke him. I look up, meeting his gaze, before returning to the task at hand.

“That’s it,” Brody grunts while I take him deep into my throat again. “Such a good fucking boy.”

Jesus, does this man know what he’s doing to me? I might come undone before he does if he keeps that up.

I speed up, listening to the moans and grunts from above me and using them as motivation. I want to suck this man’s soul out. His hands are on my head, pulling and pushing while his hips piston toward my face. I have to stop stroking myself to focus on him.

His grip is tight in my hair and he pulls my mouth off of him. My chin and chest are a mess from my efforts and I’m panting as he tilts my face up toward him.

“I didn’t know how much you wanted this,” he growls. “But now that I do… Do you want me to paint your face?”

My god, this man has the filthiest mouth. Talk about making up for lost time. No wonder Sophie fell for him.

“Yes, please.” It’s an out-of-body experience, as if I’m watching the two of us from afar while I beg him to finish.

“Open that pretty mouth,” Brody orders. “Tongue out.”

I do as he says without hesitation.

Then, one hand still tight in my hair, he uses his other hand to stroke himself. It only takes moments before his breathing becomes erratic, his body tensing. Sticky, salty, white ropes land on my nose, mouth, and chin. I flinch, my eyes fluttering as each spurt lands on me. He moans, his voice high and pained. I know the feeling–it’s the same one Sophie brings out in me.

When Brody sighs and lets go of my hair, it’s clear he’s done. I use my finger to wipe the cum around my lips while I can stare up at him. I use the same finger to wipe what I can from the rest of my face and lick it clean. Brody curses under his breath as he watches.

“Thank you,” I sigh.

Brody seems to come out of the fog of lust, eyes going wide.

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