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very good job of it.
    Or is it just that Tyler’s now applying a bit of pressure? A very specific sort of pressure, I might add, that fills my mouth with cock even as Brandon succeeds in squirming backwards. And though I know I should stop if he wants me to, I find I can’t.
    It’s too arousing. Just as before, the excitement thrumming through my body takes over sense, and I do what he’s urging me to. I take as much of that still unbearably stiff prick into my mouth as I can and suck with all the enthusiasm I can muster and, when he actually speaks, my brain dissolves and disappears into my vagina.
    ‘Yeah, that good, baby?’ he asks. ‘Take that cock.’
    Lord, I don’t think I want to know what Brandon makes of that. I’ve got my eyes closed, now, because eyes closed is better, but I can feel him starting to really shake. It’s not even just a shake, in all honesty, it’s more like a prolonged and uncontrollable spasm, and he finishes each jerking motion with a sound.
    One that joins Tyler’s words in that slippery place between my legs.
    ‘How does she feel?’ Tyler asks, but I think he might have gone crazy. If his presence and his hand on my head weren’t enough, clue-wise, then his expectation that Brandon’s going to answer him surely is. Brandon can’t even seem to push him away – though I think he wants to – and when I dare to look his expression is … I don’t know.
    Furious? Frustrated?
    At the very least it’s the kind of look that doesn’t go with: ‘Ohhh, she’s so hot. She sucks so hard.’
    Though it’s true. I do suck hard. It’s like I’m trying to lose myself in the feel and taste of him so I don’t have to think about anything else: Tyler’s insistence and Brandon’s reluctance; my own arousal in spite of both these things – or maybe because of them. Every time they say a word, my clit swells and orgasm threatens, even if the word is just: ‘Yeah.’
    Or: ‘God, I’m gonna come.’
    Though in all fairness to me, that last one’s a bit of no-brainer. I’m actually quite surprised
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don’t come when I feel the first slick spurt of cream over my tongue. And I’m even more surprised after Tyler’s hand tightens in my hair, like a prompt.
    Swallow
, I think, and then this hot shivery sensation just wriggles through my body. It gets a hold of my cunt and squeezes, and squeezes, until I nearly reach that state of perfect mindlessness. I hardly think of anything at all when I get that first taste of him, filling my mouth, and the feel of his cock swelling and jerking against my tongue.
    And the way he moans, too … Ohhhh yeah. Yeah, I wish I could frame that sound and hang it on my bedroom wall.
    As does Tyler, apparently.
    ‘Well, it seems you appreciated that,’ he says and, as he does, that hand disappears from the back of my head. I don’t know what I feel about that. It’s sort of like a relief, but sort of not – and I’m right to react that way.
    Because he follows up those words with this: ‘Why don’t you show her that appreciation with the kiss you were asking for earlier on?’
    I immediately wonder how he knows about that – he wasn’t even here when Brandon asked. But the wondering doesn’t lead anywhere good. It just makes me imagine him stood outside the door, listening for the very best moment to enter and encourage some filthily delicious things.
    Which is almost as bad for my libido as Brandon leaning down to obey. Oh God, he actually obeys. I don’t even have time to properly swallow or maybe turn my head – you know, out of politeness – before his lips are pressing wetly to mine. And though I think he tries to get away with something chaste, Tyler’s not having any of it.
    ‘What are you waiting for?’ he asks, like the dirtiest goad ever, all wrapped up in an innocent package. ‘Come on. Give her a real kiss.’
    He could be someone’s uncle at a wedding, encouraging a nervous groom. Even if Brandon doesn’t seem the least bit