Page 87 of Match Point

“Don’t just try,” she said, a fire glimmering in her eyes.

Don’t have to tell me twice.

I picked her up by the thighs. Instantly she wrapped her firm legs around my body in a vice grip. I pushed her against the wall for leverage, holding her in the air while she hiked her cocktail dress up past her waist. Her panties were pink with black lace, sexy as hell. What was even sexier was the way she quickly pulled them aside, revealing her glistening pussy.

“You like this?” I whispered while our faces were close. That simple question pulled a moan from her full lips.

“Yes,” she whispered. “Yes, yes,yes.”

I thrust my hips forward, the tip of my cock wedging apart her lips and sliding in like it belonged there. It was a miracle I didn’t blow my load then and there; she was tight and warm and felt like home. Like I’d been waiting to be there for all these years.

“Tristan,” she gasped with wide eyes. My name on her lips drove me to a higher level of ecstasy, and again I had to tell myself to hold back. To last longer, that it would be a tragedy to come so early in the night, when we had such wonderful plans for her.

“Miranda,” I breathed, eager to say her name. Every nerve in my cock was aflame with pleasure inside of her. Even though it had only been a few weeks, it felt like a lifetime since I’d held her in my arms and listened to her moan. I gripped her ass more tightly as I fucked her against the wall.

She tilted her head back and shoved her hips against me, urging me on. I held her upright with ease, both hands gripping her ass, and pounded her in long, steady strokes, driven more by animal lust than by conscious thought. The picture frame on the wall thudded in time with my thrusts.

“You,” she said, nodding at Dominic. “Are you enjoying watching this?”

“I am,” he replied. “More than I expected.”

“Touch yourself,” she gasped while I fucked her deeply. Dominic needed no other encouragement, and began stroking himself to the sight of us.

It still wasn’t weird. It was just the two of us worshiping this incredible woman, this goddess of flesh moaning underneath my grasp.

“Don’t come yet,” she said, eyes closed and head back against the wall. “I need more.”

“I’ll give you whatever you need tonight,” I promised. I meant it. I would give Mirandaanythingshe wanted.

She moaned louder and louder, then put a hand on my chest. Pushing me back. I lessened my grip on her thighs and lowered her to the ground, my cock sliding out of her. The sudden normalcy made everything feel less vibrant, like the world had changed to black and white. The urge to take her again, to not go another second without being inside of her, almost drove me mad with lust.

I cupped her chin and said, “What do you want? I’ll give you anything.”

“Anything?” she asked.

“Name it.”

She kissed me, tongue flicking against my own. The taste of beer lingered there.

Miranda’s eyes flashed open. “I want both of you,” she said. Her hand shot out and cradled Dominic’s jaw. “I want both of you… inside me at the same time.”

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Miranda

Based on the looks on their faces, it was a wonder they didn’t blow their loads right then and there.

I had never considered myself a dirty girl. I masturbated, but typically preferred watching boring, vanilla porn—the kind where the couple is slow and passionate with each other. Occasionally I watched something more exotic, like a threesome scene, but it was rare.

I had never fantasized about having my own threesome. I wasn’t sure why; maybe because I never expected to meet two men who would want to. Guys were rarely comfortable seeing each other naked, much less having sex with the same girl at the same time. What if their legs touched? The horror!

But Tristan and Dominic were comfortable with everything so far, and their comfort turnedmeon. It made me want to try it. It made me want to try other things, too. Things Gabriel had turned me onto.

“You want both of us inside you at the same time?” Dominic said as he stroked himself, still hesitant. “Like, giving me a blowjob while he fucks you?”

I shook my head. “That would be hot. But it’s not what I meant.”

The two of them looked at each other. “Tell me what you mean,” Dominic asked, the tiniest ghost of a smile touching his lips.

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