Total pages in book: 88
Estimated words: 83586 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 418(@200wpm)___ 334(@250wpm)___ 279(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 83586 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 418(@200wpm)___ 334(@250wpm)___ 279(@300wpm)
Miranda pulled away, sat on Sutton, and pulled her shirt over her head. Her tits popped free, and fuuuuck, they were nice. Huge handfuls covered in black lace.
“I should go,” I said again. “You and Sutton…”
“It’s just a little fun. No one has to know,” Miranda replied. “It’s not like I was going to tell anyone I had sex with both of you. Y’all would get applauded while I’d get called a slut.”
It was sad that she was right, but my brain couldn’t concentrate on that right then. She wanted to have sex with both of us. Together. My dick ached, trapped behind my jeans.
“Should I go?” I asked Sutt when Miranda began unbuttoning my pants.
He palmed her tits, rubbed her nipples, but his eyes were on me. “It’s kinda hot.”
“It is.” I mean, a threesome? Sign me up.
Sutton added, “It’s not like we’re gonna touch each other.”
We weren’t gay or nothing. This was about Miranda. And sex. And a threesome. And I was really fucking hard.
“No one has to know,” I confirmed.
Sutton sat up, unhooked her bra, then latched his mouth onto one of her pink nipples. He startled when I began sucking the other one, our cheeks touching.
It was all like some strange sort of dream after that…Miranda standing up and taking her clothes off. Calling us silly boys before she stripped first Sutton, then me. The two of us had known each other most our lives, had sleepovers and played on sports teams together, dressing and undressing in locker rooms. I’d seen Sutton naked, but never really took it in.
I noticed how the muscles in his stomach contracted when she started sucking him off. His dick was thicker than mine, his balls plump and full, and holy shit, I’d just studied Sutton’s cock. I forced my gaze to his eyes instead. I wasn’t sure that was much better, because he looked at me, all blissed-out with a girl on her knees for him while I lay naked beside him.
I was just about to give up and grab my shit when Miranda reached over and started jacking me off while still blowing him. I felt Sutton staring, his gaze burning into me, but I didn’t look at him, just watched Miranda’s hand gliding up and down my dick, wondered how deep she was taking him, what kind of face he was making.
“Fuck,” I groaned, squeezing my eyes shut so I didn’t look at Sutton.
Eventually, we crawled around on the bed, ended up with our heads on the pillows, taking turns kissing and touching her. When Miranda put a condom on Sutton, then climbed on and started riding him, I stroked myself, focused on her.
“Suck my nipples,” she said.
Gladly, but I had to lean over Sutton. My mouth latched onto her, and I felt his naked body close to mine. Got some of his sweat on my skin as he fucked up and into her. The bed shook, his movements vibrating me too.
There was a hand on my leg, heat zipping down my spine before it jerked back.
“Shit…sorry…was reaching for her,” Sutton said.
I pulled off her tit. “It’s okay.” And then I heard myself tell Miranda, “I want you to suck my dick while he fucks you,” almost as if I wasn’t in control of my own words.
“Fuck yes.” Sutton flipped Miranda on her back. He knelt between her legs, holding one up. I went on my knees beside her head, and just as he thrust into her, I slid my dick between her lips.
We moved together, Sutt and I, focused on pleasuring her. It wasn’t about us; it was about Miranda, I reminded myself. Every once in a while, our gazes would catch, or we’d accidentally touch. It wasn’t on purpose. How could it not happen when we were fucking the same girl?
And hearing the masculine sounds he made, how they matched mine and were so different from Miranda’s… When he cried out, fucking harder and blowing his load into the condom, my world went fuzzy and I filled Miranda’s mouth with my release. I know what Sutton sounds like when he comes. I wasn’t supposed to know that.
We were quiet then, neither of us looking at each other. My heart beat too hard, and I felt…man, I didn’t know how to explain it. Uncomfortable and nervous, my gut twisting.
“God, that was good. You’re both so hot. I can’t believe I fucked Thunder and Lightning,” Miranda said.
Sutton got off the bed first, pulling off the condom, and I turned away from him.
“Y’all aren’t gonna be weird now, are you? Sutton, don’t go. I really do like you. This was just for fun.”
That was my cue to get out. Miranda had wanted to hook up with me, but she liked Sutton.
“You stay. I’ll go,” I said, collecting my clothes and covering myself up.