Page 198 of Filthy Elites

“You’re fucking forty-seven,” he says. I still haven’t moved. Miller’s cock is still resting on my tongue. “I knew something was up with you two, but I didn’t know you were into guys. I mean, no judgement, just… Royer is going to lose his mind when he finds out you’re fucking a goat during the gauntlet.”

Miller groans and lifts my mouth off his cock, eyes meeting mine. I sense the apology before I can react, and he twists my face toward Knox. “Forty-seven is a chick. Not a guy.” He turns the rest of me around. “She’s got tits.”

Knox’s eyes narrow, darting from my face to my tits, which I’ve attempted to cover with my arms. “Wait,” he says, the wheels turning in his head, “I know you.” I shake my head and Miller shifts beneath me, his cock still hard and erect between us. “You’re Royer’s girl… the ex. The one that got blacklisted.” He snorts. “What the fuck, dude?”

“It’s complicated,” Miller says, “And I’d love to go into it, but we were in the middle of something.”

I gasp and face him. “Seriously? You’re more worried about having sex than the two of us getting caught?”

“That cat’s out of the bag,” he says, sliding his hand around my waist. “Knox isn’t going to go running to Royer. Not until we have a chance to talk.” He looks over my shoulder. “Right?”

Knox stares at me for a long moment, well, at my tits mostly, and then nods at Miller. “Right. But…”

“What?” Miller asks, his tone as if he expects something else.

“I want to watch.”

My jaw drops and I clench my arm around my body. “Excuse me? Absolutely—”

“Sure, just stay over there.” Miller points to the couch and then adds. “Absolutely no commentary.”

Knox gives him two thumbs up. “Gotcha.”

“Are you serious right now?” I ask, turning to face Miller again. My nose crashes into his and he captures my mouth. I press my hands on his chest. “You’re really going to let him watch?”

He sighs. “Kitten, you wanted to be part of this life. This is what frat life is all about; having fun, amazing, occasionally exhibitionist sex.” His fingers graze my neck, then trail down my chest to gently push aside my arms to free my breasts. “Knox just wants to watch. It’s kind of his thing.”

I glance over my shoulder and see that Knox has settled on the couch. He gives me a friendly smile and a gesture that would be interpreted as ‘carry on.’

Jesus.

Miller tips my chin back toward him again and says, “Where were we?”

I was about to suck his cock and the smirk on his mouth tells me he remembers it perfectly. My hands shake this time, anxious about being watched, although Miller is right. This is the life I’d wanted so badly. Sexy and a little wild. I shift back down, stroking his cock back to life. It hadn’t gone down much and I lift my ass in the air getting in a better position to take his cock in my mouth.

“Fuck me,” Knox mutters from his seat.

“Dude,” Miller warns, his voice a little strained. “I told you.”

“Sorry. It’s just her ass.”

“It’s perfect.” Miller says, rubbing my head. “I know.”

After a week of dressing like a boy and living in a barn like a farm animal, the compliments hit home. I lick and suck Miller’s cock, gliding my hand up and down the length for friction. He hums beneath me, fingers playing with my nipples. He grows bigger, tastes saltier, and I think he’s going to come in my mouth, but he taps my chin and lifts me, flipping us both over. His knees spread my thighs apart, and he hovers over me, one long body of corded muscle. His fingers dip between my legs, spreading the sticky warmth around. I shudder, the tingles I’d been feeling now full-on shocks. My cheeks burn at the obviousness of my want. He notices and says, “It’s sexy that you want me. Forcing it has its own pleasures, but having a girl spread out for you, wet and breathing heavy?” He kisses me, dragging his teeth over my bottom lip, and palms my breast. “It’s a different kind of high. You ready for me?” he asks, eyes meeting mine. He pushes in a finger, then a second. I mewl at the sensation. Pant for more.

I stroke his cock and reply, “Yes.”

He lines up our bodies and pushes in with a swift punch.

“Oh,” I cry, loving the feel of him so deep. My knees drop to the side, wanting to feel the stretch. “God, yes.”

Miller sets his rhythm slower than the night before. His mouth latches to my breast and over his head I see Knox slouched on the couch, hand pushed down the front of his joggers. Our eyes meet, and there’s this part of me that wants to recoil, to keep this moment private between me and Miller, but then he pulls out his cock and my breath catches.

He’s huge—proportional to his height and size.

I watch as he strokes down it leisurely, allowing it to bob in a slow, circular motion. The heat between my legs turns into an inferno. The sensation Miller is giving me amplified at the sight of Knox pleasuring himself. With his free hand, he pushes his shirt up and toys with his round, brown nipple. Our eyes hold and something deep passes through us, something that burns in my core.

“You like watching him too,” Miller says, and I turn my gaze back to him. His jaw is tense—he’s close—but he looks between me and his brother. “Don’t you?”

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