Page 17 of Bro Amazing

The sudden silence of the room when the phone alarms stop going off is almost deafening. I look around and see that every guy is holding their phone—not to film my scandalous antics with their friend, but to check the time.

"It's time to boot up," says Lionel. "Get your blood back in your brain."

They all stand except for Miles, who is still wedged between my legs and beneath me. I'm so confused. My brain is a haze of horniness.

"Can't I at least come real quick? Just so I can think straight?" Miles's hands land on my thighs, keeping us both in place.

Not that I want to move at the moment. The "real quick" part doesn't sound great, but right now I'll take anything I can get. My body wants more. More of everything that Miles could give me right now.

Helix checks his phone. "Looks like the other team is already logged in. We can't keep them waiting."

"Fine." Miles throws his head back again in disappointment for a moment before tapping his hands to my thighs twice and lifting me off his lap. "Don't touch yourself. We're going to finish off these guys quick, then I want us to finish together."

"Bummer for you, man," says Lionel to Miles as they file upstairs. "Clarissa's real good, and you're missing out."

"Fuck you," grumbles Miles.

Left in a heap on the sofa where Miles dropped me, I watch them disappear from view, leaving me in the basement. I can't believe Miles was able to so easily lift me off him, and Ireallycan't believe that I was the one voting for him to not go to work so I can get off.

And what's with his comment about not touching myself? He can't be serious. That's not a rule I'm about to agree to, now or ever.

Although I never would have thought that was something I wouldn't easily be able to adhere to. I've never considered myself particularly sexual, but ever since sleeping with Ethan and especially since giving Lionel that blow job, I've been turning to my vibrator daily. Never would I have thought that toy wouldbecome one of my favorite possessions, almost rivaling my computer.

I wait until I'm certain my roommates are shut away in their computer room before rolling off the sofa and heading up to my room. I'm no longer tipsy now so much as high on the combo of wine and good feedback. And horniness.

My body is still humming with pent-up sexual frustration, and my vibrator is just sitting in my bedside table. Miles would never need to know, and I don't have to obey him in everything.

Glancing at my closed door, I pull out my pink battery-powered friend.No, none of my roommates are going to walk in. They're all working, and while I don't know how long their games take, I'm fairly certain they can't be this quick.

I change into my pajamas and climb into my bed, a soft buzzing fills the room before I slip the toy beneath the blankets. The vibration is soft and fluttery, but I move it in the same rhythm Miles had been moving beneath me on the sofa. I pretend the toy is his cock, teasing me through my leggings. I imagine him peeling them off me until I'm completely bared to him. Helping me back onto his lap so I straddle his naked thighs, his cock hitting against my bare pussy even better than it was through our clothes.

I'd look to my left and Quintin would be right there, sitting beside us fully dressed, admiring the way Miles and I tease each other. We'd be teasing Quintin too, letting him watch but not touch. If I were to turn to look around, all of my roommates would be watching the way my legs are splayed on either side of Miles's thighs.

"Let them watch and be jealous," Miles would say. Then he'd notch the head of his cock at my entrance before guiding my hips down, watching me slowly be impaled by his cock.

I up the power of my toy's vibration as I imagine Miles filling me. So many eyes on us. Would they line up, waiting their turnto be next? Would I rotate through being fucked by them each individually, continually arousing the others around us until they all needed a second turn to stick their dick inside me? Or would they all demand attention all at once? Could I handle it? Do I want them to use my body for their pleasure until we're all exhausted and unable to move?

"Yes!" I cry out as the vibration directly on my clit becomes almost too much and throws me over the edge. My hips buck automatically, riding the waves of pleasure, and I wish Miles's cock was really driving in and out of my fluttering pussy as the orgasm rushes through my limbs.

Everything is fuzzy and pleasant now that I've come. My hands barely have enough strength to keep hold of the vibrator, so I let it fall to the side. I should get up and jot down a few notes, but the slight buzz from drinking and the haze from that orgasm is too much. I'll never be able to pick up a pen.

Rolling over, I curl up on my side. Miles never needs to know that I came upstairs and took care of myself. There won't be any consequences but a good night's sleep. And he definitely will never know I thought of him while I masturbated. It will be my little secret.

Well, maybe mine and all of my readers'.

Tomorrow, I'll spill the beans on the pages. Tonight, I'm going fall asleep pretending that it was Miles who took care of all of my needs.

My blankets flutter a little, letting cool air into my warm bed. I shiver, trying to resist the urge to wake up and gather myblankets tighter, but the slight breeze of cooler air is over in a moment.

It's the feather-light touches down my arm that jolt me awake. I freeze, terrified. There's someone else in my bed.

"Someone isn't playing fairly," whispers Miles. The touches turn from startling to soothing. "You should have at least hidden the vibrator before falling asleep. You weren't even trying to not get caught."

"You're not the boss of me." I slowly open my eyes. It's dark, but I can make out his features as he lays on the pillow next to me.

Reaching out, I let my own fingers brush against Miles's bare chest, checking that he's real and in my bed. That this isn't another fantasy my brain has dreamed up to help me climax.

I flatten my hand. Yup, no shirt, just warm, solid chest. Now I want to inch closer to see if he's wearing anything at all. It's still a little surprising that he's here.

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