27. Chapter 27
27
Brody
I grab the back of her neck and pull her face back to mine.
“What do you want him to do?” she breathes against my lips between kisses.
“I-” I don’t fucking know. I didn’t get that far. But an idea comes to me. “Get up,” I whisper to her. Then I look at Miles. “Sit down.”
“Bossy Brody,” he laughs. “I like.” His words are light, but that tone tells me just how excited he is for whatever is about to happen.
Sophie stands up, allowing me to do the same. I cup her face and kiss her once more before stepping to the side to give her space. Miles takes a seat on the couch, hands on his thighs, and waits.
Now that the time has come for me to make any kind of decision, my brain is broken and my mouth is still dry. I lick my lips and take a deep breath. Sophie places her hand on my arm with an encouraging smile and fire in her amber eyes.
“Actually, Miles,” I’m not looking at him, just staring at Sophie with an impish grin, “Simon says sit on the floor, back against the couch.”
“Yes, sir.” He winks and slides to the floor with a move that borders on ridiculous. “Don’t you mean Brody says?”
“Sophie,” I whisper, my grin widening, “sweetheart. Brody says take that dress off for us and give us a show.” I step back to give her some room .
Sophie bites her bottom lip and giggles deep in her throat, a sinful symphony that makes me shudder with need. I take another step back as she crosses her arms and grabs her dress as far down as she can reach without bending. Far slower than I would like, she pulls the flowing cloth up, revealing her thighs and then her lavender lace panties. Miles and I groan in unison at the sight as her breasts are revealed to us, clad in the same pastel lingerie.
“Jesus, sweetheart, move faster,” I moan.
“You didn’t say Brody says,” she teases, pulling the dress over her head as slowly as humanly possible.
“Brody says pull off that damn dress and toss it to the side.”
Sophie does so, that same delicious smile on her face. The dress flies over the couch in a flurry of white and floral fabric, landing with a swish on the floor out of sight.
“I need to see all of you,” Miles chokes. Good to know the sight of this woman does the same things to him as it does to me.
“Well, sweetheart? Brody says take off that bra.”
Sophie reaches back to unhook the bra, shimmying out of it and tossing it to Miles with a smirk. Her eyes are still on me.
“Miles, Brody says tell Sophie how perfect her tits look.”
“Your tits are so fucking perfect,” he moans. “Can I touch her?”
“Nope. Suffer.” I wink at him and he grunts his annoyance. “Sophie, Brody says play with those beautiful tits. Massage them and play just the way you like.”
“You gonna make me do all the work?” she asks, raising her hands to do as I ordered. She pinches one nipple and moans, her mouth dropping open, eyes closing. I notice the way her thighs squeeze together.
“For now.” I’m desperate to feel her suffocating on my dick again, but I’m enjoying this game. I notice Miles’ hands creeping toward the zipper of his jeans. “Brody didn’t say to move, Miles.”
“Fuck, man, this is agony.”
“I know.” I flash a smirk his way before returning my gaze to Sophie. Her moans are growing louder. “Brody says stop.” She drops her hands and her eyes snap open. “I think it’s time we give our boy what he wants, don’t you?” Her eyes dart to Miles and then back to me. She nods slightly. “Brody says take off those panties and let us see how wet you already are. ”
Sophie inhales sharply and follows the command, hooking her thumbs into the lace and pulling down. When the fabric passes her knees, I can see the dark spot in the center.
“So fucking wet for us,” I murmur as she kicks the panties away. “Now, Brody says come here and give me a kiss.”
Sophie takes a couple of steps to reach me, standing on her toes while I lean down. As our lips meet, my hand slides down her side, then across her thigh. With my fingers, I urge her to part her legs just a bit so I can feel the wetness hidden there. Another curse tumbles from my lips and I swirl my middle finger around her clit. She moans into my mouth and then I pull away.
“Brody says,” I breathe heavily, “go kneel on the couch with your pussy directly over Miles’ face. I want him to taste this.” I lift my fingers to her lips and she opens her mouth to taste herself on them. “Good girl.”
I give Sophie a quick kiss on the side of the head before she turns to do as I’ve instructed. Before she gets too far, I take the opportunity to slap her plump ass and she giggles. Miles is grinning ear to ear when Sophie places a foot on either side of him, standing above him before kneeling on the couch. She hesitates, inches from her target, while Miles’ head is fully lying back on the couch.
“It’s ok,” Miles breathes. “Sit all the way down. Smother me with your cunt.”
With that, Sophie widens her knees.
“Miles.” I address him and he pauses his movements, having been about to reach up to pull Sophie down. “Brody says eat that gorgeous pussy for us. Brody says make her come if you can.” My added challenge causes Miles to growl while Sophie continues to lower herself.
Watching Miles’ mouth make contact is sweet, sweet heaven and I can’t contain myself any longer. I reach into my still undone pants, beneath my boxers, to palm my aching cock. Miles’ tongue traces Sophie from back to front before his mouth closes around her clit. Leaning her arms on the back of the couch, Sophie sticks her ass out, her back arching.
“Brody says use your fingers, Miles. Work that pretty pussy.”
Miles reaches up and slides two fingers into Sophie with ease. I can see him curling them, flexing his whole hand with each movement. His other hand is holding her thigh, pulling her further down onto his face. That looks like quite the position. I’ll have to try it sometime. I firmly believe I could die happy if it was while being smothered by her like that .
“Are you close, sweetheart?” I ask when Sophie’s moans turn to high-pitched whines. I take a few steps around the couch so I can see her better. Her face is hidden below the cushion, so I gently grab her hair and pull. Her eyes are having trouble focusing until I squeeze just a bit. “Come on, Sophie. Brody says to tell us when you’re close.”
“I’m,” she whispers, “I’m c-close.” She confirms what was obvious by her fluttering eyelids. I smirk.
“Miles, Brody says stop.”
Sophie lets out a frustrated groan as Miles stops what he’s doing. I have to stifle a laugh when I see her hips trying to grind, to get the friction she so desperately needs.
“Ah, ah. Brody didn’t say you could keep going. Brody says lift up for me.”
“Fuck, Brody,” she whines, but lifts her ass just slightly. I hear Miles softly kissing her–whether it’s her pussy or her thighs is irrelevant. It’s not what I told him to do.
“Miles,” I warn, looking behind Sophie even though all I can see are his feet. I focus on Sophie again. She’s watching me intently. “What is it you want, sweetheart?” Sophie licks her lips, her gaze dropping to mine.
“I want you to fuck me,” she whispers. I lean down and press my forehead to hers.
“Good girl.”
I round the couch again, removing my pants and boxers quickly in the process, and straddle Miles’ legs. Sophie’s body is still too close for him to move his head away. Enveloped by her scent, I can only imagine how hard he is, aching to be inside her, but it’s my turn.
“Please,” Sophie begs, wiggling her ass a little. Miles groans beneath her. When my hand lands on her ass, she stops. It’s not enough to leave a red mark, but it’s definitely going to be a little pink for a few minutes.
“Brody says stay still,” I growl, stepping forward and grasping the base of my cock. “Both of you,” I add, hearing Miles shift beneath us.
I drag the tip of my leaking cock along Sophie’s center, grazing Miles’ mouth in the process. Knowing he’s at my mercy, right there, so close to both of us has me all the more excited. I smirk as Sophie moans, my teasing making her writhe again. I reach forward and grab her hair, pulling back just hard enough to make her hiss.
“I didn’t say to fucking move.”
“Please,” Sophie whines.
“I second that please,” comes Miles’ muffled agreement. I have to let out a chuckle at that .
“Ok, I think you earned it.” I let go of Sophie’s hair and slide into her at the same time, but only an inch or so. When she tries to push back, I grab her ass and hold her in place. “Brody didn’t say to move,” I remind her. “Brody says stay fucking still so I can use your cunt. You hear me?”
“Yes,” she breathes, her forehead dropping to the couch cushion.
“You too, pretty boy,” I add, glancing down. I can’t see his face. His hands are on his thighs, fingers digging into the denim as he fights the urge to touch himself.
“You got it,” he says, still muffled.
Letting go of my cock, I slide my hands over Sophie’s ass, grabbing her hips. In one quick thrust, I push all the way inside her, forcing a cry from her throat. I feel my balls slap against Brody’s chin and I pull out only to drive home again, hard and fast.
“Now,” I pant, “Miles, Brody says to help Sophie come on my cock.”
I pull out and begin a rhythm of deep thrusts. Sophie’s walls are already choking me, trying to wring a release from me well before I’m ready. Miles is clearly good at what he’s doing. Or maybe it’s me. Or the combination.
I don’t fucking care.
“You’re so fucking tight,” I grunt. “Taking all of me like a good girl.” I can’t stop the praise. “You take me so well, so fucking well.”
Her muscles tense and Sophie tries to lean forward. I grab a fistful of hair and keep a firm grip on her hip.
“Don’t you fucking run.” I keep up the rhythm, driving into her fast and deep each time. “You’re gonna take this dick like my good girl.”
“Y-y-yes!” She cries out, trying to do as I say, trying not to pull away from me.
I’m not done with this game, though. After a few more thrusts, I slide out of her. A groan of protest escapes my lips as well as Sophie’s, but she stays in place. She’s learning. With a light slap on her ass again, I step away.
“Brody says,” I pant, “let Miles fucking breathe.” I chuckle as Sophie lifts her hips, but Miles stays where he is. It looks like he’s learning too. “Miles, Brody says get up and sit on the couch. Pants off.”
“You sure, boss?” He doesn’t wait for a response. Licking his lips, Miles emerges from between Sophie’s thighs and hurries to get in place. When his pants and boxers are off, I have to admit–his cock is beautiful. I’m not sure I’d ever use that word to describe anyone else’s, but his? Beautiful is an accurate description. It’s thick and almost the length of mine, standing at attention .
“Oh, I’m sure. I want us all to win this little game, don’t you?” I raise an eyebrow and meet his gaze, but I know he saw mine wandering.
“Absolutely,” he groans, looking sideways at Sophie who’s still breathing heavily.
“Sophie,” I smooth my hand over one ass cheek and she turns her head so she can see us both. “Brody says sit on Miles’ dick.”
“Jesus.” Miles throws his head back as Sophie shuffles closer and swings a leg over his lap. His hands slide up her thighs, but I slap one of them away. He drops the other. “Sorry,” he mutters, lifting his head to glance at me.
Sophie lowers herself with a gasp, her slick pussy sliding easily over Miles’ cock. She stares into his eyes and he stares right back, hungry and needy and everything I feel for her too. I run a hand down her back and speak softly.
“Brody says ride that fucking cock.”
Miles utters a string of curses as Sophie begins to rock back and forth. I’m not going to correct her movements. Up and down, front to back, I don’t care. I just want her to-
“Make yourself feel good,” Miles moans. “That’s it, honey.”
Licking my lips, I gingerly take the next step in my little plan. Setting my foot on the couch, I use the back for stability, standing beside the two of them. My cock is still slick with Sophie’s arousal and I use it to stroke myself near her face.
“Miles,” I groan, calling his attention to my movements. “Brody says it’s your turn to do the work and fuck her from below.”
I know he has the strength to keep it up, too. We work out together several times a week. That man lives to make his partners feel good and strength is a big part of that. Miles lifts Sophie’s ass and slides them both toward the edge of the couch to give himself leverage. Then with one last glance up at me, his eyes pausing on my cock, he thrusts. Sophie cries out, her head thrown back. While Miles continues, I run a hand over her hair and turn her head toward me as she whimpers.
“Brody says suck my cock, sweetheart.”
Without hesitation, Sophie leans to the side and takes me into her mouth. I keep my hand on her head, trying to allow her to control her movements, but I can tell her neck is getting tired from the awkward angle. Even standing as close to Miles as possible, my leg against his arm, it’s not enough. I take over, tangling my fingers in her hair, making her choke and gag and sputter when I pull all the way out .
“Fuck,” I breathe, my voice cracking, high pitched and full of need. “Fuck, that’s it. Sophie, you’re so good to me. So fucking good. Good to both of us. Our good fucking girl.” Our ? Yeah, ok, our good fucking girl.
“So fucking good,” Miles agrees. His words are strained. “Brody, man, I-” He cuts himself off with a grunt.
“You ready to fill her up?” I growl.
“Yes, man, fuck!”
I have to chuckle at that reaction as I pull Sophie toward me, making her take as much of my length as she can. Her eyes shoot up to mine.
“What do you think?” I ask as she gags. “Should we let him fill your cunt?” I pull her mouth off of me and she sputters, gasping for air.
“Yes,” she pants, “please.” Then she glances down at Miles. “I want you to come inside me,” she begs. I turn her head with my hand still in her hair.
“It’s not his decision,” I growl. “But I think we’ll let him have this win. Brody says to put that mouth to work again, sweetheart.” I look down at Miles who hasn’t ceased his thrusting, though his movements are disjointed now. “Miles,” I grunt when Sophie closes her lips around me again, “Brody says fill her the fuck up.”
“Fuck.” Miles draws out the curse, his hips slamming up and into Sophie while she works my cock with her tongue. A few more thrusts and a heavy groan later, Miles is done, pulling Sophie all the way down onto him.
“Brody says stay right fucking there.” I barely get the words out, I’m so close. “Stay right there,” I repeat, pulling Sophie by the hair off of me while I stroke myself.
Using her saliva, I come within seconds, painting not only Sophie’s face and chest but Miles’ too. I groan, my breathing ragged as I finish, squeezing the last drops from the tip. I back up a step and then drop to my knees on the couch, taking in the sight of the two of them, covered in my cum.
Reaching up, I grab Sophie’s hair gently and pull her face to mine so I can kiss her. I taste myself on her lips and smile against them.
“I haven’t forgotten about you, sweetheart.” My chest heaves. “Miles? How do you feel about making her come on your face?” I have my answer in his grin. I’m learning quite a lot about my best friend this evening. “Then Brody says Sophie, lay down on the couch, and Miles?” His eyes snap to mine and I reach out to fist his hair. “Brody says make our girl come.”
I let go of them and kneel on the floor for the best view as Sophie and Miles get into position. Watching Miles’ cock fall out of her, followed by his thick, white cum, has my own cock twitching again. The things this woman does to me. I’ve had impure thoughts before, but never like this.
Sophie lays her head near the armrest while Miles settles himself between her thighs, not waiting a moment to dive in. I pull Sophie’s nearest leg toward me, opening her up more so I can see his artistry. Miles laps at her, cleaning the evidence of him from every single inch. His tongue is everywhere, touching every place, taking every drop. And when he’s cleaned himself off of her, he latches onto her clit once more, wringing a deep moan from Sophie’s throat.
“Use your fingers.”
“Does Brody say?” Sophie pants and I smirk.
“Yes, sweetheart. Brody says use your fingers, Miles.”
He slides two fingers inside and then a third almost immediately, coating them in what’s left of his cum, mixed with her arousal. Sophie writhes in front of us, whimpering and whining and begging to come for us.
“Please,” her breathy whine is music to my ears.
“Brody says come for us, sweetheart.” I move closer to cup her face. Her eyes fall to mine. “Come for us,” I repeat.
The lewd sounds of Miles absolutely devouring her become faster and her eyes flutter closed as her body curls inward for a moment. Then all at once, she explodes. Her back arches. She gasps, her mouth open in a silent scream while Miles continues to suck and finger fuck her. Her torso rotates toward me while the pleasure rips through her and I keep my hand on her cheek even though her eyes are closed. She’s so fucking beautiful when she comes, even if I’m not the one doing it.
“That’s it, baby.” My voice is soft and gentle. “He’s making you feel so fucking good, isn’t he? Making you come so hard on his face.”
All Sophie can do is whine in response as her ability to breathe returns. Miles slows his movements, allowing her to recover, but little twitches continue to rock through her.
“That,” says Miles, in between licking his fingers, “was hot.”
I run my fingers into Sophie’s hair and her eyes flutter open. Her chest rises and falls while she tries to control her breathing. I can see clarity returning to those beautiful golden pools .
“It really was,” I agree, leaning forward to kiss her softly before settling back on my heels again.
“We need,” Sophie pants, “to do that more often.”