Page 175 of Two Guys, a Girl, and a Tripod

Miles’ hand fists in my hair and I can see his torso tightening, so I pull my mouth away again. He whimpers.

“No, please,” he pants. His eyes open to meet mine. “Please, don’t-” he swallows, “don’t stop.” Miles’ gaze flicks to the side, glimpsing at something behind me. Without looking, I know what that something is, but I still have to look at the woman who made this entire situation possible.

Sophie is leaning against the door frame, wearing only a thin, short robe. Tattoos peek out from beneath the hem and her sleeves. I’d like to trace the ink with my tongue, but first...

“Come here, sweetheart.” I lift my hand and curl my finger, motioning for her to approach.

“I was enjoying the show.” Sophie pushes off of the door frame and undoes the sash of her robe while she walks.

“I need your help.” I smile up at her and she leans down to kiss me. I look to Miles again. “Sit up, let Sophie in behind you.”

“What are you planning this time?” Miles asks without moving.

“I told you.” I shrug. “I’m very thankful forbothof you. But you’re first.” I wink.

Miles sits and Sophie drops her robe before crawling onto the bed and sitting behind him. He leans back against her chest and I watch as her fingers find his curls. Miles closeshis eyes, savoring her touch. Without waiting for instruction, Sophie uses her other hand to slide up Miles’ torso until her thumb flits over one nipple.

“Think you can focus on me?” I ask, leaning back down to focus on Miles’ cock again.

“I’m always up for a challenge,” Miles grunts. He stares at me while Sophie begins to toy with both nipples, her lips against his neck.

“Maybe I want your focus on me,” she murmurs against his skin.

He groans when I swipe my tongue over his tip to collect the salty bead that has appeared. I don’t hesitate to lower my mouth back over him. He hits the back of my throat and stretches it with every movement, making me gag. My own erection is aching for attention, but I know we’ll get there.

“You like what he’s doing?” asks Sophie. “Isn’t he talented?”

“So fucking talented,” Miles grunts in agreement. “Fuck, he’s so-” he grunts again, “so good.

“Is he better than me?” Sophie grins, knowing the answer is no. I’m still in training and she’s had years of practice.

“He’s-he’s getting there.” The words come out half-chuckle, half-groan. Sophie hums.

“One day, I’ll watch you fuck his face,” she says as one hand glides over his chest. “Today, I just want you to fill his throat. Can you do that for me?” She rakes her nails over his skin. “Can you be a good boy and fill our boyfriend's throat with your cum?”

Miles whimpers a curse. I catch a glimpse of Sophie sinking her teeth softly into his neck and, at the same time, shove my face down so far that his flesh is pressed against my nose. Miles grunts and bucks while I remain in place, my hand fondling his balls the way I know he likes. I taste him, flooding my throat while he comes. He convulses and whimpers and his fingers drop to dig into Sophie’s thighs beside him. My body fights for air, but he’s not done and I’m not letting up until he is.

“Brody,” Miles whimpers and I finally pull away, gasping for air but grinning. His head has fallen back onto Sophie’s shoulder and she’s grinning at us.

“Hands and knees,” I order, backing up to give him room.

“Can’t I take a moment to-”

Sophie sinks her fingers into his hair and pulls his head back to kiss him and cut off his words.

“Come on, Miles,” she urges sweetly. “Be a good boy for us.”

“I-” His words are cut off again by Sophie’s lips and I grin at the interaction. She has learned to embrace her dominant side with him in the two weeks since we moved in together. I love watching it. I love watching her come alive like this.

“Hands and knees,” I order again, pulling gently at Miles’ legs.

He complies, rolling over and getting into position so that he faces Sophie. She grabs the bottle of lube from the bedside table–at this point, every bedroom in the house has a bottle–and tosses it to me. While I squirt some into my hand, Sophie slides down to give him the perfect view of her glistening cunt. It still amazes how much she's turned on by watching the two of us.

I rub one finger between his cheeks and he backs into me when I swipe over his hole. I grin at Sophie and nod, watching her fingers tangle into his hair to pull his face down to where she needs his mouth. She gasps when he makes contact and I watch for a moment. The two of them together are truly a sight to behold. One of Sophie’s hands is at her breast, massaging it and pinching her nipple while her head is thrown back.

“You two are fucking perfect,” I breathe.

I can’t take it anymore. I have to join the fun. Raising up, I align myself with him and he pushes back again. I chuckle and press against the puckered opening, watching as my tip slips in.

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