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nervous now. He seems like he did before – all greedy and shaky and totally willing to fuck my mouth with his tongue. In fact, he goes one worse than that and kind of gropes one of my tits as he does it.
    Like he knows just what I need.
    I need him to be as dirty as he can possibly be in order to reach that higher state of who gives a fuck. I need to know he can taste his own come without flinching, and that he doesn’t give a shit what Tyler’s doing, or saying. Despite the fact that Tyler is saying, ‘Yeah, that’s good, right? The taste of yourself, in her mouth. Knowing that you’ve just fucked her there and filled her with your jizz.’
    Which even I find a little strong. And by strong I mean: my cunt clenches to hear him use that word, that one filthy word as though he’s not Tyler at all. He’s some dirty fucker who wants to push things as far as they will go – to the point where I find myself dancing between fear and anticipation. When Brandon breaks the kiss I turn my head and I can see how hard Tyler is. He’s thicker than Brandon, meatier, and it’s more obvious through his trousers. Especially when he cups the whole thing one-handed, as he looks down on me with that soft, sleepy gaze of his. It’s almost like a prompt – like earlier, in the bar. Him telling me
Go on, go on and do it
with his eyes, until I’m almost reckless, rather than the person I really am.
    But this time when I do as he’s suggested, he doesn’t react as I expect. My head’s full of him yanking up my dress and bending me over something, but apparently he is more chaste than I give him credit for. He even puts a hand out to stop me before I reach for the zipper on his trousers, and gives me an unbearably sweet, ‘Don’t I get a kiss, too?’
    Like the Hallmark version of what I’d thought of a moment earlier – one of them getting a turn, then the other, so as not to leave anyone out. They could probably write a really nice kids’ story about us: ‘My Two Boyfriends Like to Share’.
    Despite what Tyler adds, before I manage to climb to my feet.
    ‘Wait,’ he says, just as I’m halfway up. And, humiliatingly, I stay like that. He gives me the word and I just hover, half-crouched, waiting for him to give me further instructions.
    ‘Clean him, first. You know how much I abhor a mess, Maisie.’
    For a moment I can’t believe he’s serious. He wants me to … to basically suck Brandon’s cock until I’ve removed every trace of the glistening come I can still see all over it, and then once I’m done he wants me to … well.
    Let’s be honest, here – he wants to taste whatever I’ve cleaned up. I can see it in his face and actually hear it in his words, and even if I couldn’t it’s definitely in the gasp Brandon gives. The little aroused gasp, which makes his cock twitch and his face heat all over again.
    Which is yet another response I’ll have to file away for later head-discussion. Seriously, what’s going on here? And why on earth am I just doing it all? Because I totally am. I barely hesitate over his words. I can’t – they’re too casual and too exciting and besides, they mostly mean I get to taste Brandon’s cock again.
    And then I get to stand up on legs that won’t hold me and feel Tyler sliding a steadying hand around my waist. Just like that – so smooth and confident and knowing. He gets that I can’t keep this up on my own. He understands how raw I’m feeling and how aroused.
    And he wants to reward me with some support, before he takes my mouth.
    Because, oh, he does. He doesn’t kiss like Brandon, a little hesitant, a lot greedy. He kisses like my mouth is my pussy, and he wants me to feel every last drop of pleasure he can possibly squeeze out of it. His mouth works over mine, firm and sure, that thick slippery tongue of his finding sensitive spots I didn’t even know existed.
    My upper lip is a fist of nerve endings, apparently, and they all fire at once when he pulls back a