Chapter 11
Chapter Eleven
H e and Miles exchanged a glance, Joey aware that they were mirror images of each other at the moment because Miles looked just as shocked and thrilled as he was.
Joey was also instantly hard. He wasn’t sure he’d even gotten erect so quickly in his whole life. Lucy dropped to her knees and that was fucking it. Immediate erection.
Unfortunately, Joey had to put his impulsive nature aside for once and use his head—the smart head, not the dumb one. There was too much at stake.
He needed to be sure this was what she truly wanted. Like Miles, Lucy had been hesitant to take things to the next level, content to move forward in baby steps. Hence their super-hot make-out sessions. Kissing and touching her was incredible, but it had all been very vanilla, with him and Miles taking turns, none of them doing anything they hadn’t done before, with the exception of the extra body in the bed.
Yesterday and this morning, they’d taken things a step further as he and Miles each gave her an orgasm.
It had been incredible, but again…it was a hell of a lot tamer than what Lucy was suggesting. In all their encounters, he and Miles had left their pants on, and Lucy’s hands hadn’t ventured below their waists. So they were entering dick-infested waters for the first time, and Lucy was attempting to jump into the deep end without water wings.
While it would be difficult, it would be smarter for Joey to step away and remove himself from the equation this time. He would let Lucy test her limits with Miles, while he watched. That was going to be enough of a challenge for both of them.
Miles was resistant to “performing”—for lack of a better word—in front of another guy, so that was another reason he would be smart to slow things down.
Joey hadn’t admitted it aloud, but the truth was, he’d never participated in threesome sex either. He wasn’t concerned about it. The thought turned him on a lot, but it wasn’t like he had any experience in this realm.
So.
Yeah.
Blue balls it was.
“Lucy.” Joey reached down, cupping her cheek to tilt her face up so she was looking at him. “I’m going to sit this one out.”
“What? No,” she rejected outright.
He cast a sideways glance at Miles, looking for support. He was surprised to find his best friend was scowling. Actually, Miles looked downright pissed off.
Joey ignored both of them, forging on because he was determined to do this right. “We promised to take it slow. You don’t know what you’re ask?—”
“I do . I want to do this, Joey. I want it so badly,” she reassured him before looking at Miles. “But I want you to direct it, tell me how. In my past relationships, I…” She stopped, aware neither of them liked hearing about her exes. “I mean I…”
“We’re not looking back, honey,” Miles said. “Not talking about or thinking about the past. All that matters is right now.”
She seemed to like that. “Okay.”
“And none of us is sitting this one out,” Miles stressed.
“I just thought—” Joey started.
“I know what you thought,” Miles said, no heat in his tone. Joey was starting to wonder if his friend wasn’t actually angry at him for trying to back away, but mad at himself for hesitating in the first place. “But I’m with Lucy. I want this. I’m sorry I told you that I didn’t.”
Joey didn’t realize until this second that he’d been walking around with a pile of bricks on his chest. While he’d loved every minute of this trip, enjoyed the tiny steps they’d taken toward each other, he’d still worried about pushing them too hard, so he’d gone a hell of a lot slower than he wanted, measuring every step, every action, every word.
Now, he felt free.
“Before we start…” Joey stepped over to the couch. He grabbed a cushion, placing it on the floor and helping Lucy up so that she could kneel back down on it.
“Thank you,” she whispered, obviously touched by his thoughtfulness.
“There’s something else we should discuss, too.” Miles stroked Lucy’s hair, pushing it back behind her shoulder. “How far are you willing to go? Because while I’m all in on blow jobs, gorgeous girl…is that all you want?”
Lucy shook her head. “I want it all. I’ve taken the time, thought about it, and there’s nothing I want more than to be with you. With both of you.”
Joey didn’t even bother to hide his smile.
Especially when Miles added, “That’s what we want too.”
Life. Made.
With his question answered, Miles seemed to morph into a different man. Joey recognized this guy as the same one who’d issued all those commands yesterday from the couch, dressed in nothing more than a towel.
Joey wasn’t surprised to discover his friend had a dominant personality in the bedroom. It was just one more way they were alike, and another reason why Lucy was perfect for them. Joey had seen the way she blushed when Miles called her a good girl, and the way she’d enthusiastically reacted to the mere mention of punishment this morning. She was a natural submissive, ready and willing to do whatever they said.
“Unzip Joey’s pants,” Miles said, looking down at her.
Lucy’s quick movements told Joey she hadn’t lied about wanting this. Once his pants were open, she started to reach inside his boxer briefs to grasp his dick, but paused. Her eyes lifted to Miles, as if seeking permission.
Perfect. She was fucking perfect.
“Touch me,” Joey said, his voice husky with need.
Yesterday, he’d let Miles call the shots, but he wouldn’t do that again. He wanted Lucy to look to him for the permission she sought.
Her eyes flicked over to his, a soft smile crossing her face. Then she did what he said, dipping her fingers inside his boxers, her eyes widening slightly as she gripped his cock in her small hand.
“Shit,” she murmured. “That’s…uh…”
Joey chuckled. “You’re good for the ego, honey.”
Lucy licked her lips, and that was when he realized it wasn’t nerves he saw in her expression. Instead, it was a blend of hunger mixed with a desire to please him. Her teeth nipped at her lower lip as she drew her hand up and down his cock, her grip too loose.
“Tighter.” Joey shoved his pants and boxers down to his ankles, giving her unhindered access. If she wanted a lesson in blow jobs, in how to please him, he was going to give it to her. He covered her hand with his larger one, showing her exactly what he liked.
While his gaze was focused on Lucy, he was hyperaware of Miles’s presence.
“Move faster.” Miles stepped closer to them. There was a part of Joey that had expected him to keep his distance, despite what he’d said about wanting this. After all, his main concerns regarding the threesome seemed to involve being in close contact with another naked, aroused man.
Joey hadn’t lied to Miles about his dates with other men, hadn’t downplayed them. He’d tried it because he was curious. He’d always felt an attraction, so it seemed right to act on it, to see where that pull would lead.
What he’d learned was exactly what he’d told Miles.
While he could look at a man and feel aroused, he much preferred kissing and touching and fucking women.
Joey picked up the pace, moving their hands faster, sparing a quick glance at Miles, whose gaze was locked on their hands wrapped around his dick. A bead of precum slid from the tip, Joey too fucking turned on by Lucy’s touch and his friend’s hungry look.
Miles gripped Lucy’s hair in his fist, closing it tightly enough that her eyelids lowered with desire. They’d done a lot of exploring and testing the waters the past few nights. Lucy had expressed surprise when she learned how much she liked it when Miles pulled her hair, or when Joey wrapped his hand around the base of her throat. She’d been sleeping with lambs, men who hadn’t deserved her, hadn’t known how to draw out the sensual woman lurking beneath the surface.
As far as Joey was concerned, those two discoveries had opened the door to more intense sexual play and added yet another item to the column titled, “Why Lucy is perfect for us.”
“Lick his cock,” Miles demanded. “Take a taste.”
Lucy must have been listening for the command because her tongue darted out instantly, the tip of it lightly circling his slit. Once again, her touch was too light, too much of a tease.
“God,” Joey said through gritted teeth. “Suck it, honey. Take the head in your mouth. I need to feel those pretty lips of yours wrapped around me.”
Lucy opened her mouth, giving him exactly what he wanted and then some. While he continued to drive the pace and force of their combined stroking, she took some control for herself. With her free hand, she reached between his legs, cupping his balls lightly.
He hissed in pleasure. “Fuck, Lucy. Baby.”
“The two of you together… So hot,” Miles murmured, his hand still fisting Lucy’s hair. He was using his grip to push her mouth farther down Joey’s dick. At first, his movements were slow, her mouth taking him shallowly, but gradually Miles pushed her harder, faster.
Lucy’s cheeks were flushed with desire, and Joey groaned when her tongue brushed a sensitive spot beneath the head of his cock. She was a quick study as she marked the spot, stroking it with her tongue repeatedly, quickly driving him out of his mind.
“Fuck, baby. I need…” Miles muttered.
Joey’s attention slid over to where his friend was unfastening his own jeans.
Lucy released Joey with a pop, frowning when Miles quickly dropped his pants and started to stroke his own dick.
“Mine,” she said simply.
Miles narrowed his eyes. “Thought I was in charge?”
Joey reevaluated his initial impression of Lucy as submissive because the raised eyebrow she shot at Miles was one of sheer challenge.
“I asked you to direct what I do to you. Wasn’t that the deal yesterday? My orgasms come only from the two of you. If that still stands…”
“It still stands,” Miles grumbled sternly.
Lucy obviously liked that answer. “Fine, then the same is true for you. No more showers to take care of business alone. You’re all mine. Both of you.”
Miles released his cock and crossed his arms. “You think you’re up for that, little girl?”
Lucy’s eyes drifted closed briefly. “Why is that so hot?”
Miles chuckled but didn’t relent. “You didn’t answer my question.”
Lucy lifted her gaze to them. “Bring it.”
Joey had to lock his knees to keep himself upright when Lucy punctuated that statement by reaching out to grip Miles’s dick, tugging him closer.
If she still didn’t have a death grip on his cock, Joey would have stepped back to give Miles more space, because as it was, they were now standing shoulder to shoulder, pressed right against each other.
Miles must have read his intent because he shook his head at Joey. “Don’t move,” he said gruffly—before grunting.
Lucy’s lips were wrapped around the thick head of Miles’s dick.
“Shit, now that is hot,” Joey observed. He loved Lucy’s mouth on him, but watching her suck his friend’s dick was proving to be a close second in turn-ons.
Miles gripped Lucy’s hair tighter, taking over once more, directing her pace and depth. Joey pumped his own fist up and down his dick, his rough, almost frenetic stroke the same one he employed when getting himself off. He’d never been a slow and easy lover, too big a fan of going hard and fast.
Joey kept his hand over Lucy’s, matching Miles’s speed. And she’d clearly been sincere about accepting the challenge. Soon, she began alternating, taking Joey, then Miles into her mouth, back and forth, until Joey’s vision went gray around the edges.
This was too fucking much. Too fucking good.
It hadn’t taken the three of them more than a minute to find their rhythm, working in tandem. The only sounds in the RV were his and Miles’s groans, Lucy’s deadly hums vibrating over their cocks, and the light slapping of skin on skin.
Any direction Miles intended to offer disappeared, his friend no longer capable of saying anything more than Lucy’s name and a string of gasped curses.
“Shit, Luce. So good,” Miles said.
Lucy shifted back, taking Joey inside her mouth. If he had his way, he’d drag this out all damn night, but Lucy was proving too skilled.
“I’m close,” he admitted, his breathing labored, his balls tight.
“Me too,” Miles gritted out. Given his pained tone, Joey thought he might already be there.
Joey released his dick and gripped Lucy’s cheeks, pulling himself out of her mouth with a willpower he didn’t know he possessed.
She frowned, perplexed, then turned toward Miles, ready to resume his blow job.
Miles must have understood Joey’s intent because he shifted away, not allowing her to take him back inside her mouth.
Lucy still clenched their dicks in her hands, though her movements halted. “What?—”
“Not this time,” Miles said.
Lucy tilted her head in confusion. “But you’re not finished.”
He didn’t respond. Instead, he clasped her wrist, pulling her hand off his dick, before reaching beneath her arms to lift her from the floor. Miles gave her a quick, hard kiss. “When I come, I’m going to be buried deep inside that tight pussy of yours.”
Understanding dawned, and Lucy’s cheeks flushed a deep red. “God,” she breathed. “Yes. But next time, you finish in my mouth.”
Miles ran a hand over his head, and for a second, Joey thought his friend was going to say fuck it and give Lucy what she was asking for.
Joey wrapped his arm around her waist, drawing her into his arms. His kiss lingered longer than Miles’s had. When they parted, he rested his forehead against hers. “Best blow job ever.”
She giggled, waving his words away as nonsense, so Joey gripped the back of her neck, forcing her to see how serious he was.
“The best, honey. My head nearly blew off my shoulders.” He kissed her again before she could attempt to demur.
Joey might have gone on kissing her all night if Miles hadn’t tugged her out of his arms. “Let’s move this to the bedroom. Because if I stand here watching you two for much longer, I’m not going to be able to stop myself from coming.”
Joey was pleased—if shocked—by Miles’s confession. He liked the idea that his friend was as turned on by the watching part as Joey was.
“Apparently I have a voyeur kink I didn’t realize was there,” Miles confessed.
“Ditto.” Joey toed off his shoes, jeans, and boxers. He probably looked like an idiot standing there in a long-sleeved Henley and socks, with his erection pointing straight at the ceiling, but he couldn’t summon the energy to give a shit.
“Come on.” Joey grasped Lucy’s hand to drag her to the bedroom. “Let’s test our guy’s willpower by giving him a show.”
Miles groaned. “I’m serious, Joe. It’s not going to take much.”
Lucy giggled as she passed Joey, jumping up on the bed and kneeling in the middle, crooking her finger for them to follow.
Joey pulled off his shirt, then leaned against the dresser to pull off his socks. Miles finished undressing as well.
Once they were both naked, they stood side by side as their adorable Lucy looked her fill. That was when Joey realized she was still completely dressed.
“Your turn.” He pointed to Lucy. “Take off those damn clothes.”
Whatever shyness Lucy had possessed at the beginning vanished without a trace because she lost no time pulling her shirt over her head, tossing it their direction. Miles caught it, placing it on the dresser.
When her bra came soaring toward them, it was Joey who scored the prize. He placed the colorful lace on top of her shirt.
Miles stepped toward the bed, clearly intent on taking over, but Joey’s palm swung out, catching him mid chest to hold him back.
Miles gave him a curious look.
“She’s not finished.”
Miles smirked but stopped, his attention returning to Lucy.
She gave them a grin that was pure seduction as she crawled off the bed, turning her back and looking at them over her shoulder briefly. Then she unfastened her jeans, shimmying them and her panties off in the slowest, sexiest ass wiggle Joey had ever witnessed.
“ Goddamn , your ass, Luce,” Miles murmured. He had confessed last night to being an ass man.
She smiled, pleased by his compliment.
The second she kicked her jeans away, he and Miles pounced.
Miles pushed her forward. “Bend over the end of the bed.” She was halfway there already, guided by his strong hand in the middle of her shoulder blades.
This new position gave them a bird’s-eye view of just how fucking hot her ass was.
Joey recalled Miles’s threat this morning to punish her. Unable to resist, he lifted his hand and swatted her ass. There was no real force behind it. This, like so many other things they’d tried, was just a test. A way of seeing if her desires ran the same direction as theirs. He spanked her again, harder.
Lucy moaned.
Joey was no stranger to sexual spankings, and given the way Miles reached out to run his fingertips over Lucy’s now-pink skin, it looked like he and his friend had found another shared kink.
Lucy wiggled her ass, silently inviting him to spank her again. Never one to look a gift horse in the mouth, Joey swatted her on the other cheek.
Not to be left out, Miles added his own slaps to her ass. Unlike Joey, Miles didn’t hold back. And Lucy did not disappoint.
“Oh my God! That should not feel so good.” Her voice was muffled from where she’d buried her face in the duvet.
Joey gripped her inner thigh, drawing her legs apart before sliding his fingers along her very, very wet slit. When he looked at Miles, he knew his friend was on the same page. He wasn’t sure when they had developed this telepathy, but Miles responded as if Joey had told him exactly what to do.
He gave Joey a slight nod, then lifted his hand, spanking Lucy again.
As Miles swatted her ass, each blow varying in placement and force, Joey added his own form of sexual torture, circling Lucy’s clit, teasing her with a touch that never quite landed.
“Please,” she cried. “Joey. Please!”
“Please what, honey?” he asked, as if he didn’t know exactly what she wanted.
Her blow jobs had pushed him and Miles right to the brink, but they’d chosen to hover there rather than go over. Because they wanted Lucy with them. Standing at the edge of that cliff, staring out into the abyss, so ready to leap in with them.
Miles alternated between spanking her and rubbing her hot ass cheeks. “I’m never going to get enough of this.”
After another minute, Joey gave in to her pleas, applying pressure directly to her clit.
Lucy jerked like she’d been struck by a live wire, and he didn’t doubt for a second she would have come…if he hadn’t pulled his fingers away.
“Don’t stop,” she protested.
“We’re not coming until we’re inside you, remember?” Joey asked. “That means you’re not coming either, unless it’s around one of our dicks.”
“Then one of you better get inside me! Now!”
Joey laughed. Yeah, he might have been wrong about that submissive thing.
“Are you on birth control?” Miles asked.
Lucy shook her head. “Not much need,” she replied, somewhat sheepishly.
Miles ran the back of his fingers along her ass. “It’s okay. We got this part covered.”
Joey didn’t have a clue when or where Miles had grabbed the condoms, but he was grateful as hell when his friend slid one into his palm.
“You first,” Miles said.
“You sure?”
Miles nodded. “I want to watch the two of you together. Then I’m going to show you how it’s done.”
Lucy giggled when Joey punched Miles on the arm. The two of them were trash-talkers from way back, constantly giving each other a hard time. It was their friendship love language. The fact that Miles was bringing it into the bedroom only added to Joey’s conviction that the three of them were meant to be.
Joey opened the condom, sliding it on. “Yeah, right. Make sure you pay attention, bro. Cause I’m about to teach you a thing or two.”
Joey reached for Lucy’s arm, guiding her onto the bed, positioning her in the middle on her back. He couldn’t resist smirking when she winced as her sore ass hit the mattress.
She narrowed her eyes, but there was no anger behind the glare.
Joey bent low, giving her a soft kiss on the cheek before whispering in her ear, “You loved it, and you know you did.”
Her breathy laugh was all the reply he needed.
Joey and Lucy looked over when they felt weight on the mattress. Miles was sitting on the edge, twisted so that he was facing the same way as Joey, both of them looking at Lucy’s beautiful face.
Joey knelt between Lucy’s outstretched thighs, positioning his dick at her opening. Then he lifted his gaze to meet hers.
Her soft smile was all the permission he needed as he slowly slid inside. He rested his elbows by her sides because he was overwhelmed by the need to kiss her when he reached the hilt.
“Honey,” he whispered.
She cupped his cheek. “This feels so good.”
Joey gave her another kiss, then lifted his upper body until he rested his weight on his hands. He hadn’t started thrusting yet, wanting to give her a few seconds to adjust. Given Lucy’s limited sexual experience, as well as the fact it had been years since she’d been with a man, he didn’t want to hurt her.
He glanced over, surprised yet again when Miles shifted, closing the distance. He lay down next to Lucy, stretched out fully on his side. Reaching over, he cupped one of her breasts as he placed a soft kiss on her shoulder.
Joey shifted, withdrawing until only the head of his cock remained inside her—then he pushed back in with one hard, rough thrust.
Lucy gasped with pleasure. “Yes,” she hissed, lifting her legs and wrapping her ankles around his waist. With her hips tilted, Joey slipped in even deeper on the next return, and Lucy’s fingernails scored his shoulders and upper arms.
“Joey!” she cried out, when he took her the way he’d dreamed. His pent-up desires broke free of the reins. He didn’t worry about that because Miles was there, watching her. He would stop Joey if he took it too far. It was that knowledge that allowed him to give in to his hunger.
Lucy met him thrust for thrust, which was saying something, considering he wasn’t holding back. He pounded into her like a jackhammer. All the while, Lucy gripped his arms in a viselike hold, demanding more and harder.
“I can’t hold off,” Joey gritted through clenched teeth.
Lucy was close too. He could feel it in the way her pussy tightened around his dick.
When Miles reached between them, stroking Lucy’s clit, he sealed both their fates as she threw her head back, her hips lifting a good five inches off the mattress. Her pussy squeezed his cock so tightly, he saw stars as his balls emptied, filling the condom.
For the first time in his life, he was sorry he wasn’t riding bareback, wasn’t coming inside a woman with the intent of making a baby.
He had no idea what had prompted that thought. All he knew was he wanted to see Lucy pregnant, wanted to watch her belly swell with new life, wanted to create a family with her and Miles.
Apparently, he wanted everything his brother, Tony, had. The partners, the children, and the happily ever after.
He shut those thoughts down because it was way too soon to go there…even if only in his head. Especially since neither Lucy nor Miles seemed to believe this was a forever thing, both of them still regarding it as an adventure. One with an end date.
Once he and Lucy caught their breath, Joey sluggishly pulled himself out of her, dropping down to the free side of the bed. He tugged off the condom, tossing it in the trash can in front of the nightstand. One benefit of staying in an RV, everything was fairly close at hand.
Miles still lay facing them, resting his head on his hand. His fingers had moved from her clit and were now drawing slow circles on her flat stomach.
For a second, Joey wondered if Miles was having the same thoughts he was about future babies.
He dismissed the idea immediately. Most likely his friend was giving Lucy time to regain her wits.
When her eyes opened, she looked over at Joey, smiling. “Wow,” she whispered.
He chuckled. “You can say that again.”
Then she turned her attention to Miles, lifting her hand to cup his cheek.
“We can stop here, Luce,” he offered.
Joey’s eyes slid down to Miles’s painfully erect dick, appreciating the strength it must take to make that offer. Especially since Lucy had taken hand jobs in the shower off the table.
She shook her head. “Come here.” She parted her thighs, making it clear she was nowhere near finished.
Miles slipped on a condom, claiming the spot Joey had just vacated.
Finding his second wind, Joey pushed himself up, placing a pillow behind his back, so he could rest against the headboard.
“Show me how it’s done,” Joey teased, and Miles rolled his eyes.
His words had been a joke, but damn if Miles wasn’t giving him what he requested. Because while Joey’s style was fast and furious, his friend’s had everything to do with going slow, savoring.
Joey wouldn’t have thought that was something he’d enjoy, but given the look of pleasure etched on Miles’s face with each careful entry and retreat, it was apparent Joey had been missing out on something.
Lucy trembled in his friend’s arms, her labored breathing as well as the flush that covered not just her cheeks, but her chest proving Miles was pushing all the right buttons.
“Oh God!” she cried on one thrust.
“There it is,” Miles murmured.
Joey had been watching Lucy, so he missed the way Miles had repositioned himself, tilting his own hips as he sought out her G-spot. Then he tossed gasoline on the fire, lifting Lucy’s legs, throwing her calves over his forearms to achieve an even better position, one that allowed him to stroke that spot every single time.
Lucy came quick, the orgasm apparently surprising her. “Holy. Fuck! I just…” Her words gave way to panting breaths.
Joey ran his fingers through her hair. “Miles has mad skills.”
Lucy didn’t laugh. Not because she disagreed but because she was currently trying to fill her lungs with air.
Miles, meanwhile, gave him a shit-eating grin and a wink. “Hope you were taking notes. Because our Lucy…” Miles withdrew. “Likes it…” He started slowly sliding back in. “When we touch her…” Lucy gasped when Miles dipped his hips slightly. “Right here .”
Lucy slapped her palms against Miles’s chest. “I can’t take anymore!”
Joey knew if she truly tried to push Miles away, he’d stop, but she wasn’t applying pressure. And after a few seconds, her fingers started caressing his friend’s bare chest.
“You can give us one more.” Miles bent to kiss her.
Joey liked the way Miles’s pronouns had changed so he was always included as well, loved hearing him say our and us .
He slid down, leaning toward her until his lips brushed the shell of her ear. “Just one more, honey. Then we’ll let you sleep,” he promised. “For a few hours.”
This time, she did laugh, though it was all air, no sound. “I’ll be dead by dawn.”
Rather than reassure her, Joey decided to take a page from Miles’s book, sliding his finger down the middle of her body, through the valley of her breasts, over her stomach, not stopping until it rested on her clit.
“Oh God,” she cried, as Miles started thrusting again, hitting her G-spot over and over as Joey stroked her clit.
Her third orgasm left her shaking, her body writhing out of control.
“Lucy,” Miles gritted out. “God. Fuck . So good.”
Joey glanced up just in time to see Miles’s expression of pleasure and pain mingled together as he came too. His finger stilled, though he kept it there, amazed by the way he could almost feel their orgasms pulsing together.
There was so much he wanted to explore, discover, do.
Miles withdrew from Lucy’s body, rising to go to the bathroom to clean up. Joey considered doing the same, but he couldn’t summon the energy. Especially not when Lucy rolled toward him and nuzzled against his chest. He wrapped his arm around her shoulders and placed a soft kiss on the top of her head, aware she didn’t even feel it. She’d already drifted to sleep, not even stirring when a drowsy Miles climbed back into the bed, spooned her from behind, and immediately followed her into dreamland.
Joey would always be jealous of his best friend’s ability to fall asleep so quickly. Especially as he lay there, wishing he could find the same peace.
Because he had finally found everything he’d ever wanted.
Now he just had to find a way to keep it.