Page 18 of Bro Amazing

"How did your game go?" I keep my voice low. This house is pretty well-insulated and sound doesn't carry, but it's the middle of the night and we're in bed together. I feel like this calls for whispering.

"Is that why you did it?" His fingers trace the bottom hem of my sleep tank, inching the fabric up. "You were mad I didn't let you come downstairs on the sofa with all of my friends watching? You had to come up here and take care of your needs yourself?"

There's another flutter of cool air behind me as my blankets are adjusted. I try to turn to look, but Miles catches my lips in a kiss. It's slow and possessive, more languid than the way he'd kissed me earlier in the basement. This one melts me, making me want to sink deeper into my mattress. Into his chest. To stay cocooned with him in these blankets all night long.

"It's not fair that you got to come already and I didn't," he continues. "Do you know how hard it was to concentrate on protecting my teammates when I knew you were up here, wet and waiting for me?"

Miles's hands inch my sleep tank higher, and he breaks our kiss to pull it over my head. I shiver a little, bare in front of Miles for the first time. It's dark in here so I'm not sure how much he can actually see, but he's touching everything. Nothing is off limits. I'm his girlfriend.

Another set of hands slide around my hips from behind, and I freeze again.

"You didn't think I would miss out on watching Miles fuck you, did you?" asks Quintin, pulling my hips back a little so I'm pressed up against him.

Quintin's hard cock presses against my ass through the thin cotton of my panties and his chest is bare against my back. My brain feels fuzzy, unable to process this information. Two of my new boyfriends are in bed with me. At once. I'd guessed they would enjoy their girlfriend benefits together at some point, but I thought I'd have more time to acclimate to our pseudo-relationships before we'd take the next step to group activities.

Before I have a chance to answer, I hear a soft buzzing. I recognize the sound, but I can't figure out why I'm hearing it now.

Until there's the solid touch of my pink toy against the front of my panties.

"Tell us, did you think of me while you were playing with yourself?" Miles teases my toy over the fabric, never settling in one place.

He isn't setting the toy right where I want it. Right where I need the vibration. I'm already warming to being sandwiched between two of my roommates—and that kiss! I want more. Ishift my thighs a little to give Miles better access, silently asking him to give me what I want.

Quintin's hand slides down to the inside of my thigh and lifts my leg a little. "Go on, tell Miles what you imagined. Are you still fantasizing? Or is this exactly what you want?"

"Yes," I whisper. I'm not sure which question I'm answering. Maybe I'm answering all of them. And as soon as the word hangs between us, the head of the vibrator slides across my clit, the fabric dampening with the attention.

"Thank you," Miles says. The power of the vibration kicks up a notch and begins to focus on my clit. "You deserve a little reward for your honesty."

He holds the toy there in that one sensitive spot, and it's overwhelming. The few times I'd masturbated before moving into this house, I'd always tease myself and ease into the climax. This is like going from a bicycle to a race car.

"Too much." I reach out to touch Miles's arm, even as my hips arch into the vibrations. Instead of pushing Miles and the toy away, I'm pulling them closer.

"You can handle it. You're doing so good right now," says Miles, kissing my forehead. "Let's try a little more."

"Let me help you out there, Thrower." Quintin shifts his arm so he's holding up my leg, and there's no way I can move away from the intensity of the toy. It's a lot, but then Quintin's fingers glide across the gusset of my panties, moving the toy away.

I want to cry at the absence of the vibrations against my clit. I was so close, and now the edge feels so sharp. The only thing I can do is lean my head back against Quintin's shoulder and breathe.

"You're so wet for us." Quintin chuckles in my ear. It's such a dirty sound, made sexier by the fact that he's my roommate and there are two of them here in bed with me. "Let me slide herpanties over for you, Thrower, so she can really enjoy that toy. She did choose it over waiting for your cock."

"Clarissa is so lucky to have us," says Miles, moving the toy back to my clit, now with nothing between the toy and my sensitive bud as Quintin pulls my underwear to the side. "She gets to have both tonight."

It's so intense, so overwhelming, it's hard to breathe. Every bit of my focus is in that little sensitive bud that Miles is massaging with my toy. When the orgasm hits, I'm gasping, and I couldn't move out of Miles's and Quintin's arms if I even wanted to, which I most certainly don't. I've used that toy on myself, but it's never felt like this.

"See, doesn't your boyfriend make you feel so good? Imagine how good he'd make you feel if you had waited like he told you to," whispers Quintin. "But you had to be a naughty girl."

"Don't worry," Miles assures me, "naughty girls still get fucked too. But they don't get to keep their panties on."

His words are so dirty. I shouldn't let a man talk to me this way. But that orgasm he just gave me left me with no strength. All I can do is lie on my side, held up by Quintin's bare chest, as they slowly tug my soaking wet panties down my lethargic legs.

"Are you ready for your first time with your new boyfriend?" asks Quintin, reaching around my hip to run his fingers through my folds. Feeling how wet I am for the two of them. Turned on by their dirty actions and words.

"Ender said you have a beautiful cunt. Soft and tight." Miles runs the tip of his cock along the seam of my pussy, sliding through the slickness there. He's bigger than Ethan, but nothing like Lionel. "I can't wait to feel you for myself."

Quintin presses closer against my back and raises my thigh again until my knee nearly rests on Miles's hip, and Miles slides in closer as well. I'm sandwiched between two of my gamer roommates and I'm not complaining. This is everything I nevereven knew I wanted to try, and now that it's happening, I don't want to go back to being alone.

As Miles presses the tip of his cock to my entrance, anxiety breaks through the haze of my previous orgasm. Growing up, I'd always been told to worry about my body count, and here I am adding another name to the list. The shame I'm supposed to feel wars with worry about if Miles will think I'm good in bed.

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