39. Chapter 39
39
Sophie
The tip comes through and Miles grins.
“How do you want me to devour her?” he asks the tipper, keeping his eyes on me. The hunger in those orbs makes my stomach flip every time I see it.
“Don’t mind if I do,” I giggle.
Miles slides down the bed. Once he’s in position, I swing a leg over his head so that I’m facing the camera. While I place my hands on his chest for stability, his fingers slide up my thighs, squeezing my flesh and pulling a sigh from me.
“Sit on my face, Honey,” he urges.
Lowering myself with a grin at our audience, I feel his hot breath on my center. His tongue darts out to taste me and I whimper.
“Sit,” he says again, pulling on my thighs. “All the way.”
Before the last word is out of his mouth, I plant myself firmly against him. My giggle at his muffled voice turns into a whine as he starts to suck and toy and nip at me. My hips rock, searching for friction, my body yearning for release. Miles’ strong hands pull me down in an attempt to smother himself.
“Is this what you wanted?” I ask the camera. The laptop chimes a moment later and it’s hard to pull focus from what Miles is doing beneath me.
The pet name sends a shiver down my spine and I close my eyes, imagining that the words are Brody’s. I throw my head back with a moan when Miles grazes his teeth over my clit. Everything he does brings me closer to the brink.
“Good boy,” I breathe.
Miles pushes his tongue inside me, pulling another squeak from my throat. I try to ride his face, but his grip keeps me solidly in place. I moan a curse, aching with the need to come.
As if reading my mind, the big tipper sends another message.
“You wanna watch me cum?” I hum, giving Miles direction since he can’t see the screen.
I reach up to play with one nipple, my other hand still holding me steady. My hips begin to move faster and faster, seeking the orgasm that is so close. With one more stroke of Miles’ tongue, I’m over the edge, crying out. My back arches as my core tightens and Miles continues to lap at me before the pleasure subsides.
His legs bend, but he’s still holding me down. I lean forward, placing my hands on his knees, and grin at the camera.
“Thanks for joining us.” My voice is velvety, despite the fact that my throat feels raw. “Lance and I are going to finish up without an audience.”
I wink and, lifting only slightly off of Miles’ face, I reach over to stop the broadcast on the laptop. When I try to lift one leg, Miles pulls me back down and I giggle.
“I have to let you up for air.”
“Fuck air.” His voice is muffled against my pussy. “I don’t need to breathe.”
Just as another giggle escapes my lips, the door flies open to reveal Brody. His chest is heaving, his eyes are wild. His belt hangs undone in the loops of his unbuttoned pants and he stands there for a moment, studying the scene before him.
“Soph?” Miles’ muffled question makes me gasp.
“H-hi Brody.” My voice shakes with anticipation.
“Up,” he growls. When I frown, unmoving, he takes a step forward. “Get up.”
I scramble off of Miles’ face, still on the bed, while Miles props himself up on his elbows. He looks at Brody, one eyebrow raised, half his face still wet with my arousal.
“Hey, buddy.” He grins. “Wanna play another game?”
“You,” Brody points at Miles, “sit in that chair.” His finger swerves to the armchair in the corner.
Miles and I are both curious as to what Brody has planned this time. This dominating nature of his turns me on more than I could have imagined. I’ve played the sub before in videos, followed orders. This is entirely different.
Miles moves slower than I did, making a show of sitting up and swinging his legs over the edge of the bed. He doesn’t move to hide his erection as he stands and walks past the studio lights, turning them off as he goes so that we aren’t blinded or overheating. All that’s left are the lamps on the bedside table. He makes his way over to the chair and takes a seat, bringing one foot up to rest on the opposite knee with a grin, his hard cock proudly displayed between his legs.
Brody, whose eyes were following Miles, now turns his gaze to me. Removing his clothes, he approaches the bed and I have no time to react as his hand shoots out to grab the back of my neck, pulling my lips to his in a violent kiss that bruises. In return, I pull his lip between my teeth and bite gently. Brody moans into me before pulling away. His eyes flick over to Miles in the chair.
“You’re going to watch,” he growls. “Watch while I make our girl come.”
“Fuck.” The word escapes my lips and my pussy aches with desire. “You were watching.” How else would he have known when to come in?
“I watched you come on his face.” Brody nods. “And I wanted it to be my cock, so I decided to do something about it.”
“What, no ‘Brody says’?” Miles teases.
“Do you have a gag?” Brody asks. Miles simply closes his lips and pretends to lock them and throw away an imaginary key. It’s clear he’s trying not to smile and I giggle. “Now, where did I stop you two?”
On his knees above me, Brody reaches down between my thighs and I spread my knees a little more. The moment he slides a finger through my wetness, I whimper. My arm flies up to clutch his inked shoulder, nails digging in to form crescent marks in his skin.
“So needy,” he groans before kissing me again. “I’m going to lie down,” he says against my lips. “And you’re going to sit that sweet cunt down on my cock .
I swallow hard. The last time I was on top, with Miles beneath me on the couch, I didn’t have to do much. On a bed, it’s a lot harder.
“Brody, I can’t-” I whisper. “Being on top,” my eyes flick to Miles and then back to Brody’s as I pull back to see him clearer, “it’s harder for…” For someone my size , but I don’t say that.
Brody’s expression falters, his eyebrows softening. He cups my face and I lean into his hand.
“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to-”
“It’s ok, just… bad knees.” That’s half the problem, but I don’t want to get into it now. I’ve already ruined the mood enough.
Brody’s fingers ease into my hair.
“We’ll just have to find another position, won’t we?” He licks his bottom lip and smiles. “Hands and knees for me, sweetheart. Face Miles.”
I inhale sharply but do as I’m told, crawling as far down the bed as possible, to be as close to Miles as I can. Moments later, Brody’s cock slides up and down my center, dragging moisture down to my clit and then back. I push my hips into him, trying to urge him to speed up, but he laughs deep in his throat.
“See how desperate she is for me?” He asks Miles whose casual expression has changed. He’s watching us intently as if nothing else exists in this world but the two people on the bed before him.
“She needs it,” he agrees.
“Should I oblige?”
My toes wiggle as I fight the urge to beg Brody to fuck me already.
“I don’t know,” Miles muses, but his voice is strained. “The question is… is she desperate enough ?”
“Please,” I whimper.
“What’s that?” asks Brody with another swipe. He slaps himself against my clit and I nearly jump out of my skin, earning a chuckle from both men. “Come on, sweetheart, beg for us.”
“Fuck.” I hang my head, wondering at the fact that there isn’t a goddamn river flowing between my legs. The teasing is sweet agony.
“He’s not here,” Miles laughs. “Go on, beg my best friend to fuck you while I watch. Beg to come on his exquisite dick.” My head snaps up.
Exquisite ?
“Please,” I whimper a little louder. “Fuck me, Brody.”
He plunges into me forcing a cry from my lips. Grabbing my hips, he fucks me hard and fast, thrusting deep with every stroke.
“Eyes on me, honey,” says Miles.
I hadn’t realized my eyes had closed, I was so focused on Brody’s movements. When I force them open again, Miles has shifted. Both feet are on the ground, legs spread. His elbows rest on his knees and those beautiful, brown eyes are focused on my face while Brody pounds into me. Whimpers and whines spill from me and it takes everything I have to keep my eyes from closing again as my core tightens and my muscles tense.
“That’s it. You’re taking Brody’s cock so fucking well.”
When my head starts to fall, Brody’s hand leaves my hip and tangles into my hair, forcing my face to remain even with Miles’. He’s not pulling hard, but it’s enough to set off the explosion of ecstasy. As my body stiffens, my eyes squeeze shut.
“Fuck, Sophie, fuck,” Brody grunts, thrusting through my orgasm.
The spasms finally slow and I fall forward, taking him with me. My back is still arched, Brody’s hands on the bed on either side of me, his hips still. A sheen of sweat begins to cool on my skin while Brody trails light kisses over one shoulder.
“So,” kiss, “fucking,” kiss, “perfect.”
My face is buried in the sheet beneath me and I have to turn my head to try to gain control over my breathing. When Brody backs away and I’m left empty, a whimper escapes my lips. He leans down to whisper in my ear, his breath tickling the sensitive area.
“I think,” though not in my line of sight, I can hear the grin in his voice, “it’s time we allowed Miles to join us, don’t you? Seems like he has a painful problem you could help with.”
I lift my head, my movements stunted. Miles’ eyes are hungry, burning, begging to touch me and they’re focused directly on my face. He doesn’t even bother to look at Brody.
“Y-yes,” I whisper.
“Oh, Sophie.” Brody pulls the hair away from my ear. “You’re going to need to be louder than that, sweetheart. Now,” his face is no longer next to mine, “should we let Miles join us?”
“Yes.” My voice is stronger, but not by much.
“Yes, what? What do you want Miles to do? ”
“I…” I don’t know what answer Brody wants. I want him to fuck me? To choke me with his cock? To utterly devour me with his tongue? “I want you both.” The confident seductress from my videos asserts herself in my voice.
I know something has changed between them. I’m not sure what, but something happened. I can’t wait to explore it, but not right now. Right now, I want to be the center of attention.
“Good girl.” Brody leans back down to kiss my shoulder. “What are you waiting for?” he murmurs, clearly addressing Miles. “Get over here.”
Miles practically jumps out of the chair, taking just two long strides to reach the edge of the bed.
“Do you trust me?” asks Brody, taking a finger to my chin and turning me toward him. I search his face, trying to decipher his meaning. Would I be here if I didn’t?
“Yes.”
“I’m going to lie down,” he begins, backing away. “And you’re going to get on top.” Before I can even open my mouth to protest, Miles takes my chin and turns my face upward, catching my lips in his.
“I think you’re going to like this, honey,” he assures me when he stands above me once more.
I wet my lips and take a ragged breath, then turn to crawl up the bed toward Brody. The smug smile on his face is so out of character. Maybe that’s why it turns me on so much. I’m already slick with arousal, absolutely soaked, but I swear the sight of him lying there, waiting for me to straddle him, causes a tear to roll down my thigh.
My knees on either side of him, Brody reaches between us to guide himself. Before the head of his cock can slip back inside me, his hands grasp my hips and don’t allow me to sink down further. His green eyes on me, Brody addresses Miles.
“I think we’re going to need to help,” he growls. “Don’t you want to taste us?”
I try to turn my head to watch as Miles kneels on the bed and lowers his head behind me, but Brody’s grip on my hips keeps me facing forward. He moans and I imagine that Miles is helping Brody with his mouth. My lips part in shock. I wish I had this on camera–there’s no way my imagination is good enough to capture what’s happening beneath me.
Miles’ head lifts and his hand snakes into my hair, pulling my head back.
“Open your mouth,” Brody orders. I immediately comply .
Now directly above me, Miles gathers the saliva in his mouth and slowly lets it fall from his lips onto my tongue.
“Swallow,” he breathes.
As soon as he sees my throat finish working to swallow his gift, Miles’ lips crash down onto mine. His tongue slips, almost immediately, into my mouth. Brody’s hands tighten on my hips and he slides inside me, either with Miles’ help or getting the angle perfect on his own. My whimper is captured and consumed by the man behind me.
“I wish you two could see what I see,” Brody moans. Miles and I break the kiss to look down at him. “Do you know how-” he chokes on his words, “-how magnificent this looks?”
Miles lets go of my hair and I lean down to kiss Brody. His hands roam my body, his hips still. I feel a second set of hands join moments later and I no longer know which ones belong to which man and I don’t fucking care anymore. Someone runs gentle fingers down my back and another hand grasps one breast, squeezing gently until fingers from the same hand pinch the nipple. I moan into Brody’s kiss.
I hear the soft snap of a bottle cap opening just before something cold is poured onto my asshole, dripping down to cover the spot where Brody and I are joined.
“Did you plan this?” I giggle against Brody’s lips while Miles’ fingers spread the lube, bringing warmth back to my skin.
“We just know each other very well,” he whispers back. “Where do you want him, sweetheart?”
I lift my head and raise an eyebrow.
“I thought you were in charge.”
“Only to an extent.” Brody trails his fingers over my temple and into my hair. “I know you’re more experienced,” he breathes. “So it’s your choice.”
“I need you both, together.” My lips find his again and Miles grunts his approval.
“That’s what I hoped you’d say.”
His thick cock prods at my already stretched pussy, trying to fit himself in next to Brody. After a few slippery mistakes, he begins to squeeze inside. My breath stills in my chest, my eyes closing as I concentrate on all the sensations of pain and pleasure mixing together. An altogether different pain from the kind that would have me cowering in a corner.
“Eyes on me, sweetheart,” Brody growls, his hand still in my hair .
“I can’t,” I whimper as the pressure grows, as Miles pushes further inside me. Had we not used the large dildo during our broadcast, I don’t know that I would be able to take both of them at once. My breath keeps catching, gasps escaping me with every other inhale.
“You can,” Miles urges. A hand brushes down my side. “I know you can.”
I force my eyes to open, finding Brody’s green orbs just as Miles stops pushing, fully inside me. I can breathe again, even if it more closely resembles panting.
“So fucking tight,” he groans. “Feels so fucking good.”
“Miles is going to move,” Brody says slowly, his eyes flicking to his friend and then back to me. “He’s going to fuck you and you’re going to take it and if I don’t hear you scream our names when you come on both our cocks, then we’ll keep trying until you do. Be a good girl and scream for us.”
Brody pulls me back into a kiss while Miles slowly backs out and then plunges deep inside me. He speeds up, soon pistoning in and out so furiously that I can’t keep contact with Brody’s mouth, instead just keeping my face as close to his as possible. Our noses rub, foreheads brushing each other’s, sharing our air while Miles grunts and squeezes my hips.
“Such a good girl,” Brody murmurs. “Taking us both so well, so fucking well.” The praise doesn’t stop and I can feel an orgasm building. “Do you know how perfect you are, sweetheart?” He doesn’t wait for my response, not that I could give it anyway. I’m too lost to pleasure, too focused on chasing a high that I know is so close. “I need you to know-” he grunts and I know he’s losing control. “Fuck, Sophie, look at me.” He takes my chin, lifting my head just enough to bring his face into focus. “I love you.”
I open my mouth to speak, but instead, cry out as I tumble over the edge. My core tightens, pulsing around both men inside me. My back arches and Miles removes one hand from my hip to wrap it gently around my throat and hold me to him. Their names, along with a dozen curses, tumble from my lips like a wicked prayer.
Miles’ movements stutter, Brody grunts, stiffening beneath me, and I feel the warmth as both releases flood my still spasming-pussy. My body relaxes and Miles lets me fall gently forward onto Brody’s chest, our skin slick with sweat. When Miles pulls himself from me, I whimper and then feel their combined releases fall from me as Brody lifts my hips.
He helps me to slide my leg over him so that I can fall with a sigh between the two men. The sigh turns to an exhausted laugh, which Miles and Brody join.
“That was unexpected,” I breathe .
The feeling of all of us mixed together, leaking from between my thighs, almost has me wanting to go again.