Page 147 of Two Guys, a Girl, and a Tripod

Those golden orbs snap open and I grin. His hips roll into his hand, his breathing fast and uneven.

“Stop,” I order and, though he whimpers, Miles stops, gently holding the base of his cock. “Good boy.”

“You’re an asshole.”

“What, you think you deserve to come already?” I shake my head and take the last few steps to reach him. “You’ve wanted this for a long time.” He doesn’t have to respond, the desire obvious as I lean down until our noses almost touch. “Let’s see how long we can draw this out.”

A curse escapes Miles’ lips just before I cover them with mine again. His hands fly to my boxers while my tongue plunders his mouth and I groan when he takes me into his hands, still slick with lube. I shake my head, sucking his bottom lip as I pull my head away. Miles likes doing what he’s told. I’m not going to allow myself to feel embarrassed or nervous anymore around this man. He wants me and the feeling is mutual.

“I want your mouth on my cock. It feltsogood last time,” I add with a grin, standing up straight.

“I thought you’d never ask.”

Before Miles leans forward, I grab his neck and force him to meet my gaze.

“I wasn’t asking,” I growl.

“Oh boy,” he breathes, just barely audible, and I have to fight a smile.

Miles returns to the big, hard task in front of him, licking his lips while he scoots forward on the bed. He pulls my boxers all the way down, allowing me to kick them off. One hand slides down to cup my balls while his other hand holds my cock steady so that he can give me the attention I need. My fingers tangle into his hair without pulling. When I slip inside Miles’ wet and waiting mouth, it’s almost too much. I hadn’t realized how excited I was, but this ache that’s been building forces my head back and my eyes closed. Miles works me, swallowing me, taking me to the back of his throat and gagging. Each convulsion around my tip sends a matching jolt through me. His hand below fondles and I feel his finger sliding backward.

Apprehensive, but excited, I let him continue the exploration while he lazily bobs his head on my cock. When his finger finds my asshole, I hiss and clench. Miles pulls his mouth from me and my head snaps down.

“Stop.”

“I’m so-” Miles stammers, but I shake my head.

“Just not this time.” I try to catch my breath. “I can’t- I need-” I press my lips together, glancing at the mattress behind him.

Rather than speak, Miles grabs my hips to pull me down on top of him. Straddling his waist, I have to admit my cock looks good against the ink on his torso. When I chuckle, Miles raises an eyebrow.

“Something funny?”

“It’s too bad you don’t have tits.”

He snorts.

“We can always call Sophie.” He continues when I don’t respond to that. “What are you gonna do from up there?”

“Getting impatient already?” I grin. I walk my knees up his sides until my dick is pressing against his jaw. “Open.” When he complies, I murmur, “Such a good listener.”

I lean forward, placing my hands on the bed above him and slide into his mouth with a groan. Rolling my hips makes him gag, so I do it again. And again. And again. Miles’ hands trail up my thighs, but he takes everything I give him. He takes every fucking inch. When he squeezes my ass cheeks, I thrust hard to the back of his throat.

I pull out, allowing Miles to catch his breath.

“Ride my cock.” It’s a caveman-like order, but I don’t care. His mouth, while skilled, just isn’t enough. I roll off of Miles and he hesitates, glancing down at my glistening shaft.Was that too far?Those golden pools find my face again and my doubts dissipate.

“As you wish,” he says with a wink, grabbing the lube.

I groan when it dribbles onto the tip of my cock, but Miles’ hands are there in the next instant, warming me. His erection is staring me in the face while he positions me against his asshole. I want to buck, to thrust upward, but I resist, not wanting to hurry him.

Suddenly, Miles’ gaze turns wicked, the corner of his mouth twitching into a grin.

“I think,” he presses down, but not enough for me to squeeze through the ring of muscle, “you should be the one begging, Brody.” I groan and throw my head back, trying to grab for his hips. He bats my hands away.

“Miles,” I growl.

“Beg,” he repeats. “Beg me to ride your thick cock.”

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