Page 17 of Miles

Before she can comment, I lower myself to my knees, shocking both of them into silence. I grip Collin’s leg with my right hand, and with my left, I bring it up to grip the base of his cock lightly.

Collin moans at my touch and moves to grip my shoulder. “Careful.”

I pout.

Freshly forty-five years old, and I’m pouting over not getting to suck Collin’s cock. As if it were on my to-do list all day, rather than the current situation of I don’t know what the fuck I’m doing but here we go.

“Dawww,” Kayla teases. “Look, baby. Our cowboy wanted to thank you for how good you did last time.”

I feel my face heat, but I definitely don’t deny it.

I guarantee I would have already tried to deep-throat him if it weren’t for the fresh piercing. Knowing what I’m doing or not.

Collin groans. “Now I wish I would have waited a week.”

I look up at him, meeting his dark eyes with my own. “A week?”

His smile turns downright wolfish. “Been a long time since I’ve gotten to take my time with another man. One and done isn’t gonna work for me, Sir.”

Oh.

My cock grows impossibly harder with want.

Kayla lowers herself next to me, and I swallow roughly when she takes out a hair tie and begins putting her braids in a loose ponytail.

Collin growls. “We can’t baby. Not for six weeks, at least.”

Kayla’s expression turns coy. “Who said I was putting my hair up for you?” My eyes widen as she turns to me. “You said it’s been a long time since you’ve had sex, yeah?”

I nod, confused.

Smirking, she crawls to the stack of hay against the wall just behind us, and my mouth goes dry as I watch her lean back and spread her legs. “And how long has it been since you’ve eaten a cunt?”

“Longer,” I confess.

She smiles and crooks her finger at me. “Get to it, cowboy. You want to thank someone for that glory hole? Eat my cunt then.”

Collin pouts in jealousy. “That’s so rude.”

We both ignore him, and in seconds, I’m laying on my stomach, directly in front of Kayla’s still-clothed pussy. My hands shake with the slightest tremble as I move to unbutton her shorts and slide them down her dark, deep-mahogany legs. As I toss them to the side, one of Kayla’s hands goes to my hair with a gentle tug.

Her face is soft. “We don’t have to. If you’re still not ready.”

I shake my head, and it’s only then I feel a cocky smile grow on my face. “It’s not that.”

Kayla’s head crooks to the side. “What is it then?”

While definitely still nervous, I mask it and tug at her panties roughly. The sound of them ripping fills the otherwise quiet space, and her answering gasp makes me smile.

I maneuver my head directly in front of her wet slit and smile up at her before she can say anything. “I was stopping myself from doing that.”

The sound of a camera snapping forces me to look at Collin.

He looks at the both of us with an innocent expression. “I’m not gonna do anything with it. Except jerk off to it when my cock heals, because fuck, if this isn’t the hottest thing ever.”

That forces a chuckle out of my throat.

Except, that chuckle dies when I turn my head back to Kayla and find her smirking at me.