Pairing: Joel Miller x F!Reader x Tommy Miller
Summary: Your neighbors offer to help fix up your car after you think you may have to get rid of it. They think of an unconventional way to pay them back.
Tags: No outbreak (Sarah lives yay!), Set in 2003, age gap-ish (reader age not specified but Joel and Tommy are older), threesome, hints of exhibitionism/voyeurism, kinda mean Tommy?, objectification (they talk about reader like she isn’t there), oral (m receiving), cum swallowing, unprotected piv (don’t do that), pull out method, mentions of past threesomes, strange and icky brother dynamics.
A/N: Was inspired to write this from combined ideas during conversations with @bemyluvr and @old-logan-and-old-joels-slut, so you partially have them to thank for this! As always, please like, comment and reblog if you like what you see and want more! Thank you for reading!
This was not how you had imagined your night would go.
“Greedy girl” Tommy groaned as his eyes rolled to the back of his head, his hand fisted in your hair. “Couldn’t just be satisfied with one of us, huh?”
“Hell no, she needs more than that.” Joel told him, your mouth too busy to reply for yourself. “Told you she’d love this.”
“Oh, fuck me!” You curse, kicking the tire of your decade and a half old car in frustration.
This was the third time this month you had needed to fix something on it. First, it was just a simple oil and air filter change, but only a few days later, your check engine light flashed on. The mechanics told you it was a problem with your coolant, so of course you would need that fixed as well.
Now, here you stood, car newly dropped off in your concrete driveway from a tow truck because it decided to stop on the side of the road, having decided now that you would unfortunately need to get a new one, the cost of all the repairs you would now need to get not being worth it. You suppose it was time, and you had a bit saved up to be able to not have to pay too much on one, thankfully. But it didn’t make the situation any less disappointing.
You had plans for the day, but as you pull your wallet out to pay the driver, you come to accept begrudgingly that those are out the window.
As he drives off, all you can do is stare at your now junked car, wondering how the hell you’re going to either fix it or get rid of it, arms crossed over your chest. As you’re staring at your warped reflection in the paint of the hood, you hardly notice your neighbors pulling their beat up Ford into their drive just across the street from you. But you noticed, eyes snapping up, when the doors on both driver and passenger side slam shut, the men engaging in muffled conversation as they got out.
You had lived across the street from the Miller brothers since you moved in a few summers ago. You were freshly 21 and had finally saved enough money living with your parents to afford a small place of your own, something you’d been saving for since you could get your first job at 15, and you had managed to get about as far away as you felt necessary, over two states away.
Your house wasn’t small per se, but it wasn’t large either, a quaint two bedroom, one bath home that you could make yours on a combined salary of your two jobs you held. One bedroom was to sleep in and the other for storage, until you felt you knew enough people to have a guest bedroom.
You moved in with everything you could squeeze into your now junked car, forgoing any furniture that didn’t already come with the house until you could slowly buy enough pieces one at a time. It was them you were lucky enough to meet your neighbors.
Joel and Tommy Miller, brothers you came to find out, when they noticed you struggling to carry in some boxes, were quick to lend a hand, offering to take care of all of them while you directed them to the room it would belong in.
Tommy was the younger brother, around your age. Short, dark curls that were a little wild. You had found out he was a veteran and his discipline with his body showed, frequently catching him mowing the lawn shirtless, his toned body always catching your eyes.
Joel was a different story. He was just slightly taller than Tommy, about 15 years your senior, only some stray greys lacing through his head and facial hair. He was also toned, but not in the same way. While Tommy was more muscle for show from going to the gym, Joel’s were from pure manual labor, from his years working contracting, but he still has that soft stomach that you could see every once in awhile if he stretched just right.
You couldn’t lie, they hit the freaking jackpot in the genetics department. Tommy was more cocky about his good looks, while you weren’t sure if Joel knew how attractive he really was. Both of them were ridiculously attractive in their own ways, and you found yourself becoming more drawn to them the longer you lived across from them.
It started to escalate one day when Joel had knocked on your door in a rush, telling you he was called in to help with a job, kindly asking you if you would be willing to watch Sarah for a few hours.
“I know it’s last minute, but I don’t really think she’s old enough to stay home alone just yet.” He had told you, face turning red in embarrassment. You thought it was cute.
“No problem, Mr. Miller. Bring her on over whenever you like!” You replied with a sweet smile. You liked Sarah, she was a good kid, shouldn’t give you much trouble at all.
So, that’s exactly what he did. He dropped her off a few minutes later, thanking you again for this. It wasn’t until much later that night, after you’d fallen asleep on the couch with her, watching a movie, that you were woken by the sound of a knock at the door.
And who better to grace your presence than the man himself, fresh off a job site and the smell of wood and sweat wafting off of him into your home?
“I’m so sorry to disturb ya this late at night, but I just finished up and figured I’d pick up Sarah.” He tells you in a whispered tone.
God, you could listen to him talk all day, all that southern politeness and his Texan drawl just did things for you.
“No bother.” You reply, rubbing the sleep from your eyes. “We just finished a movie.” You look back to see Sarah completely out on the couch, mouth slightly open. “Guess she was more tired than I thought.”
You turn back to him, realizing you haven’t let him inside yet, the thought making you all tingly. Sure, he’d been in your house before, but that was when it was bare and new. And he hadn’t been fresh off of work. “Come in.”
And he did, making his way to the couch, picking Sarah up bridal style, no problem at all. Watching him use his muscles and hearing his small grunt as he lifted her had your mind running places.
God, you were awful. Sarah’s right there and you’re thirsting over her dad, who was way too old for you… right?
He turned once he reached the doorway to face you again, and in that same whispered tone, he tells you “Reach into my pocket.”
Your eyebrows raise slightly in surprise as you ask for clarification. “I’m sorry?”
He chuckles softly. “I mean grab my wallet, would ya? I’ve got a 20 in there for ya, as thanks for watching my girl.”
“Oh!” You say with a small chuckle yourself. “Of course. But, you don’t have to-“
He cuts you off, already knowing what you’re going to say. “Don’t tell me I don’t have to. You saved my ass today, so it’s the least I could do.”
A small smile crosses your face, as you do as he asked, reaching into his pocket. You could feel the heat of his skin as you did, the whole act seeming more intimate than it needed to be. But you retrieved the money, then put his wallet right back with that grin on your face.
“Just ‘Joel’ works, darlin’. No need to be so formal.” He tells you with that damn smile. “We are neighbors, after all.”
And just like that, Joel had cemented a permanent residence in your mind as you watched him walk across the street to him and Tommy’s house, thinking all night long about how he had called you “darlin.’”
A few weeks later, and a couple more times babysitting Sarah, was when you and Tommy started to grow close as well. He had come over one night to pick up Sarah, and he was a lot less subtle than his brother about pretty much everything, including how he would look at you like he could eat you right then.
The younger Miller, definitely wasn’t shy about anything really, whether it be how he’d shamelessly ogle you while tending to your garden out front, cigarette dangling from his lips, to being so bold as to tell you to your face during a cookout at their house:
“Goddamn, you just bless my eyes every time I see ya.”
And of course it made you blush, because how could it not? You just happened to get lucky enough to live across from two super hot brothers, so you would take all the attention from them that you could get.
Maybe you weren’t being subtle about how you felt either, but what’s the harm in flirting?
So what if either men just so happened to catch you sunbathing on your front deck, laying on your stomach with your flimsy bikini strings untied. You just didn’t like the tan lines.
And who cares if you started leaving your bedroom curtains open all day? You just liked the view of your neighborhood.
You were all for having your fun, especially if the next time either of them saw you, they seemed a little more shy around you. You hadn’t seen any woman go in or out of their house for a while, so their attention to you made you feel special.
That was until 3 weeks ago.
You had just gotten off work, later than you wanted to be, and were exhausted after having worked a 6 day stretch, your first day off the next day. You kicked your shoes off and made your way to the bathroom, eager to shower and get into bed as quickly as you could.
You took your time, too tired to rush yourself, dried off and made your way into your bedroom, sleep so close you could taste it, too tired to turn any lights on, your room illuminated by the moonlight. But just as you had started to change into your pajamas, that’s when you heard it.
A groan. Quiet, but noticeable. You continued what you were doing, but then you heard it again, louder this time. Your windows had been cracked since before you left to let some of the summer breeze in, air out your house, and by proxy your curtains had been open as well, your bold antics from the last few months not forgotten.
It was late enough at night that there wasn’t a lot of commotion outside, and it was easy to tell that the sound wasn’t coming from your house. So when you heard it again, face peeking through the screen of your window, you could tell where it was coming from clearer now.
And through your peeking, you could also see that their windows were cracked as well, curtains drawn back no more than yours. A lamp was the only source of light in the house, but it was enough.
Enough for you to see what was causing the noise you were hearing.
Because that was exactly what he was doing; fucking.
You could see that he was facing back to you, clearly sitting on the couch that you knew was in front of the window, head thrown back, more groans coming out of his mouth, and you could very vaguely see the top of a blond woman’s head, bobbing up and down.
And from the sounds Tommy and the woman were making, it wouldn’t be long before he finished. Your face grew hot, willing your body to move, to quit watching, just close your window and blinds and forget you saw anything.
But you couldn’t. You were stuck there, watching, listening, hoping to god neither of them would turn and catch you.
You keep watching as he grips a hand through her hair, her movements slow and his body freezes, jolting every few seconds, and you can hear his groans as he cums.
Ok, it’s over, stop being a creep, you think to yourself. Snapping out of it, ignoring the slightly damp feeling between your legs from what you just saw, you move to turn around and try and get some sleep. But as you do, something stops you.
You finally see the blonde woman come up, her head no longer lowered and her face in frame now. And only seconds after? You see a third face, one you didn’t even know was there, and it stops you dead in your tracks.
His face also lifts up, a hazy smirk across it, the back of one of his hands moving to wipe his mouth. It doesn’t take a genius to realize what he had been doing, and you can feel your jaw drop as the realization dawns on you.
“Oh my god…” you say in a whisper to yourself.
Tommy and Joel? You guess you’d underestimated their abilities. You watch as they all start to move around, Tommy rising from the couch and-
You quickly duck out of the way, praying that he didn’t see you before you moved, but it sure as hell looked like it.
You rush to the bed, burying yourself down into the covers, gripping your eyes closed and willing yourself to go to sleep, forget the whole thing. Maybe it’s all a dream.
From then on, you’re so embarrassed that you avoid the brothers as much as you can. You don’t go to their weekend cookouts, you come home a few minutes later than usual so you don’t have to see them when they get home. You don’t even leave your curtains open anymore. You don’t want to give them any chances of being able to ask you about what happened.
Now, three weeks later, you’re standing in your driveway, watching them get out of their truck after work, having a conversation amongst themselves about work, and your eyes move to them, tracking them, hoping they don’t notice you.
But no such luck. They both stop moving and Joel does a double take to you as he finishes what he was saying to Tommy, parting him on the shoulder before walking across the street toward you, Tommy not far behind.
“Hey sweetheart.” He says with that goddamn smile on his face. “You don’t look so happy.”
He moves to stand next to you, too close, your face starts to heat, but you keep your eyes on your car. “Yeah, I’m just a little frustrated.”
“What about?” Tommy asks, coming to stand on your other side. Oh god, did Joel tell him what he saw?
“Oh-um, just…” you sigh, not really wanting them to be around any more than they have to, each second passing that you’re in between them reminding you how not too long ago they had that woman in the same position.
“My stupid car. Had to have it towed because it stopped on the side of the road, and if I have to get it repaired I won’t have enough money to let me the next couple weeks till I get paid again.”
They both give each other a knowing look, seeing your clear annoyance, before Tommy speaks. “We could take a look at it.”
You turn to face him, your eyebrows scrunched. “What? Oh, no, you don’t have to do that.”
“Don’t worry about it.” Joel says, before pointing Tommy in the direction of their shed. “We can take a look at it, it won’t hurt nothin’”
“But I can’t pay you. I don’t have enough money for that-“ you start, before Joel shifts in front of you, arms crossed at his chest.
“I said don’t worry about it, darlin’. It’s no trouble.” He replies softly, that gruff voice of his like music to your ears. “Why don’t you go relax, wait inside while we work? You’ve had a hard enough day as it is.” He brings one hand to rest on your shoulder, making you slowly turn to look from it to him.
“I-I really don’t want to put you out. You guys have been working all day.”
“You don’t listen very well, do ya?” Joel asks playfully, giving you a chuckle. “Now go on inside, do whatever it is you normally do. We’ve got it here, and if we find anything, we’ll let ya know, alright?”
That gets you quiet. You nod hesitantly, turning to do as he said, walking inside as Tommy returns with some tools and shop cloths.
You do try to go about your business, you really do. But every time you get done with one thing, you can’t resist the urge to look at those big, strong, sweaty men working on your car, when they definitely don’t have to.
You finally manage to get started on dinner, making just enough so they could have some, hoping maybe a home cooked meal will be able to replace the money you don’t have. It’s then that you hear the front door open, heavy footsteps filing inside.
You turn from your place at the counter, only to see them standing there, little streaks of oil and grease on their arms, combined with the sweat they’d worked up throughout the day and from working on your car, it was all too much for you.
“Smells good in here.” Tommy says.
“Sure does.” Joel follows.
“So…what was wrong with it?” You ask, hiding your hands in your pockets.
You gesture them both to sit down at the table, but they both denied politely.
“Hate to tell you this, but it looks like your engine was just overheating again.” Joel tells you. “Looks like that coolant they put in your car last time wasn’t for shit.” He tells you with a nervous chuckle.
“Oh, you’ve got to be kidding me.” You say, exhaling a breath you didn’t know you were holding, relief washing over you.
“It was a fairly easy fix to tell ya the truth.” Tommy jokes.
“Well, I guess that’s good.” you tell him with a smile “Guess I won’t have to get a new car just yet.”
Both men look at each other, then back at you, small smiles written on both their faces.
After a small moment of silence, you tell them thank you.
“God, I just feel so bad having you guys do that if it was that easy.” you tell them bashfully, red creeping onto your cheeks. Then, an idea: “Why don’t you guys go shower before dinner? I’ve made enough for all of us, just in case.”
“Well, that’s mighty kind of you, sweetheart.” Joel smiles.
“Well” Tommy stands from his spot on the couch. “You don’t have to tell me twice.”
The men turn to make their way down the hall, towards the bathroom, and you can’t help but slowly make your way to the doorway, quietly, poking your head out as you watch them go in, one, then the other, Tommy trailing behind Joel.
You keep the thought in the back of your mind as you turn back to your task of finishing dinner, your mind wandering to what they look like with their hair wet from the water, suds of soap going down their bodies, if they’re really in there together…
Dinner comes to an end, leaving no leftovers, as both men had worked up quite an appetite.
“Thas’ some damn good cookin’.” Tommy tells you, leaning back in his chair, hands behind his head.
“You act like you’ve never had a meal before.” You jokingly tell him, standing from your seat to start to clear the table and do the dishes.
“Well my cookin’ ain’t exactly close to yours.” Joel concedes.
“Yeah, that ain’t no shit.” Tommy says with a laugh, before nudging his brother on the shoulder, teasing.
You let out a small laugh at their banter as you go along, but your mind keeps drifting back to earlier.
You decide to ask before the courage escapes you. “Can I ask you guys something?”
Both men' s eyes snap up to look at you.
You know you have their attention. It’s now or never.
“When you guys went earlier to shower…” you pause, nerves getting to you “Did you guys…”
“Yes…?” Tommy urges you, his eyes not leaving your face, clearly seeing the nervousness on you.
“Did you guys… shower together?” You ask, outright, voice quieter than it was.
It’s silent at first, so you draw your eyes up to look at the men, neither looking at you after that question with malice like you had expected. Instead, Tommy lets out a deep laugh, while Joel’s head tilts down as a smirk draws on his lips. Like they find what you asked amusing.
Finally, Joel stands from his chair, stalking over to you, as he speaks. “Well, darlin’, you would know…” he starts, his body getting closer to you, backing you up until your back just barely touches the counter, your heart racing. “That we do a lot of things together.”
Your face goes pale at his words, your heart beating out of your chest, all the while he’s still got that damn smirk on his face. You had no idea that Joel could be this forward, but you guess you should have known with what you saw a few weeks ago, which you know that’s what he means.
“Y-you saw me?” you ask, although dumbly because you knew that he did. He very clearly made eye contact with you.
“It was hard to miss. You had your window open for the world to see.”
“Well, so did you.” you fire back, not liking the being backed into a metaphorical and almost physical corner.
“To be fair, that was more my doing.” Tommy answers from his seat. “I’ve always been the thrill seeker.”
Your eyes snap to Tommy at his words. “I’m so sorry, I just-”
“Just couldn’t help yourself?” Joel questions, voice dropping low, coming closer to you, both arms caging you in against the counter on either side of you. “Just couldn’t stop?”
“Oh, c’mon Joel, give the girl a break.” Tommy says lightly, clearly enjoying whatever game this is.
“You were all worried earlier about how you were going to pay us back.” Joel starts, not moving from where he has you. “And while the meal and shower was…” he turns to look at Tommy “very generous, I’m afraid we might require something more.”
Is he saying what you think he’s saying?
“But… but what about Sarah?”
“Don’t worry about her, darlin’.” He says, voice low and quiet, head dipping down. You can feel his breath on your neck, drawing goosebumps up your body. “She’s with her grandparents. I take good care of my girl.”
He says that in such a way you can’t help but think that there’s, again, a double meaning to his words. But you don’t have time to think about that as his mouth draws closer to your neck before attaching itself to you, giving open mouth kisses to your skin, kissing and licking and sucking. Your breathing hitches as he pulls gasps and sighs from you. Whatever was holding you back was gone now, his words and body keeping you in place. You’re happy right where you are.
When he’s decided he’s done, he pulls away, eyes meeting yours again. You hadn’t noticed, but Tommy had gotten out of his seat and closer to you, right next to Joel.
“My turn, baby.” was all he said, voice low with lust, before dipping his head down, thumb and pointer finger taking your chin and turning it to the same side Joel had just tongued, your skin sensitive now from all the attention.
Tommy did just as well as Joel had, getting those same whimpers out of you. You really hope that when your eyes open from being closed with need, that you aren’t imagining this right now.
When Tommy comes back up, Joel speaks, eyeing the wet skin on your neck. “How do we taste, brother?”
Your face blushes even harder than it had, if that was even possible at this point. Tommy just smiled and replied hungrily “Better than I thought.”
Jesus, the way that they were talking and acting right now was making you feel some things you weren’t really prepared for. You’ve never been in a situation like this before, caught between two men, let alone two brothers.
“You want this, darlin’? Both of us?” Tommy asked, tracing his hand lightly up your side.
“Wanna be like the girl you saw while you were peekin’ on us?” Joel added.
Did you? You thought to yourself for only a moment, looking between the two of them. You were nervous, that’s for sure, but something about the two of them, the familiarity you had, made it less so. So why not? Your body is clearly ready to go, and they’ve already made it pretty clear they want you.
You nod your head eagerly.
“Gotta hear you say it, sweet thing.” Tommy told you, never letting his hands fall from your side.
“I do.” You tell them “I want both of you.”
And as expected, both mens faces brighten at your consent.
But Joel, ever the gentleman, tells you “If you want us to stop, or do something different, you just say the word.”
You nod in agreement, nerves and excitement getting to you, waiting for them to take the lead.
“How often…how often do you guys do this?” You ask, timidly, not wanting to offend them. You couldn’t remember the last time you saw Tommy bring a girl to their cookouts, and last you knew Joel had never been married, only having dated Sarah’s mom before she left shortly after Sarah was born, and you hadn’t seen him with anyone since.
Well, except a few weeks ago.
“Not often.” Tommy responds, his face scrunching and eyes going to the side, thinking. “I think the first time was right after I turned 21…then there was that girl I dated a few years back…”
Your eyebrows raise up in surprise that he has that many examples, but he keeps going.
“Oh! And then there was that babysitter of yours that I really liked…” Tommy looks to Joel. “What was her name again?-“
You look at Joel, surprise written on your face that their… setup has been going on for so long, but Joel has no time for this, scooping you up in his arms, you wrapping your legs around his waist and hands resting on his shoulders. You’d have to ask him about that later.
“Whaddaya say we move this to your room?” He asks, face slightly flushed, hair still a little damp from his shower earlier, the smell of body wash and his skin making you weak.
He doesn’t wait for your response, turning with you and stepping toward the hallway to your room, his lips attaching themselves to yours in a deep kiss, and mix of tongue and teeth and heavy breathing. Tommy followed close behind, and you think that he opened the bedroom door for you, but your eyes were closed, too busy with Joel to notice anything.
Just as soon as he could, you were tossed on the bed, lying on your back to face both of them, and started to strip, shirt first, leaving you in your bra.
A chuckle comes from both men, now closing you in on both sides of your legs. “Eager, aren’t you?” Tommy teases, and you don’t have the words, you just nod your head, your body burning hot.
“You ready for us, baby?” Tommy asks, moving to take his shirt off as well, only making your nought water at the reveal of his body on display.
“Please…” you beg sweetly, turning to Joel, looking him up and down as if to say ‘your turn.’
“Aww, you ain’t gotta beg, darlin’. We’ll give ya anything you want.” Joel replies, copying Tommy’s previous motion, revealing his soft body and the happy trail that leads from his belly into his pants.
You can’t help but bite your lip at the sight of these two men, standing in front of you, both wanting you just as bad as you’ve wanted them.
You can’t wait any longer to have them, to feel them. Moving onto your hands and knees, Tommy moves to the edge of the bed, Joel going behind you, resting his hands on your waist to slowly pull your shorts off. You grab at Tommy’s belt and zipper, making quick work of them.
“Shit, girl.” He smirks as you pull him out, happy to see him in person and feel his full length in your hand. He’s already hard, and you waste no time putting him in your mouth, making him roll his head back as a groan escapes his lips.
“Greedy girl” Tommy groaned as his eyes rolled to the back of his head, his hand fisting in your hair. “Couldn’t just be satisfied with one of us, huh?”
“Hell no, she needs more than that.” Joel told him, your mouth too busy to reply for yourself. “Told you she’d love this.”
You feel your pussy get wetter at their talking as if you aren’t there, and you feel like you should feel ashamed, but you aren’t. They must have already talked about this when they were working on your car.
You hear the sound of Joel undoing his pants, pulling them down to his knees, and you whimper around Tommy as Joel rubs his cock through your wetness.
“You ready for this?” He asks, already knowing the answer, which is good because all you can do with your mouth full of Tommy is whine and nod. “Yeah, that’s what I thought.” He says, voice low and strained, notching at your entrance, before easing his way in.
You can’t see anything, but holy shit he feels huge. Maybe just slightly bigger than Tommy? You moan around the younger brother as he meets your eyes looking down at you.
“Does Joel feel good, baby?”
You just keep working your mouth on him as Joel slides in deeper, pulling back slightly, then trying again, agonizingly slowly going inch by inch.
“He always was the bigger brother.” Tommy teases you with a chuckle.
“Goddamn, darlin’, you’re so- fuck- so tight.” Joel groans in pleasure from behind you, still trying to work himself all the way in.
“Need some help?” You think he’s asking you, but his eyes are on his brother behind you.
Tommy doesn’t wait for an answer. Instead, he brings his hand to his mouth, and you watch as he lewdly spits into his palm, then reaches behind you. You turn just enough to see whatever he’s going to do, and watch as his hand reaches down to Joel’s cock, still partially inside you, and wraps and twists around it, wetting it with his spit, before letting go and wiping what’s left on your hole.
The whole experience makes you shiver, even more when you feel Joel sink in all the way with a groan, his hips meeting the flesh of your ass.
“Thanks, Tommy.” Joel replies finally, not waiting any longer to start taking you, slow at first, moving all the way out again before pushing right back in, making you cry out.
Tommy reaches down to put a hand on your head softly, petting your hair as he coos “Oh, it’s ok baby, Joel’s just giving you what you wanted.”
His light touch soothes you just slightly as Joel keeps his pace, each thrust into you hitting that spot deep inside you that shoots pleasure all through you, your noises barely concealed with how loud you’re getting.
You try to pull off of Tommy, but his hand on your head tightens its grip. “Just hold on- fuck- just a little longer, baby.” He says through gritted teeth. “I’m almost there.”
“Jesus, Tommy, already? I’ve barely got started.” Joel teases his brother, never stopping his movements.
Tommy responds with a short “Fuck off”, his pace getting faster, his dick hitting the back of your throat, spit leaking down the sides of your mouth as you try not to gag.
Joel keeps driving into you, going a little bit faster now, his strokes becoming a little more sloppy.
Maybe it’s his age, you think to yourself, half worried you won’t be able to get off before they cum, but Joel quickly shuts those thoughts down when he moves one hand under you, two of his big fingers rubbing circles on your clit, sending a jolt right through you.
“You didn’t think I wasn’t gonna make you feel good too, did you sweet thing?” Joel asks you, faking hurt.
All you can do is moan and writhe at the overwhelming pleasure being given to you right now from both men, both working at their own pace but each speeding up just slightly.
“Oh shit…oh god, baby, yes…” Tommy moans, his thrusts becoming shorter. “You gonna let me come in this pretty mouth? Huh?”
You nod in response, moaning around him as you keep breathing through your nose, knowing you look an absolute mess.
Pleased with your response, he doesn’t hold back anymore, pushing forward a few more times before stilling, gripping your hair almost painfully, almost, as you feel him unload in your mouth and down your throat, his hot spend pulsing from his tip, as he groans and his grip on you loosening.
You’re still being pushed forward by Joel’s movement just slightly, overstimulating Tommy, so he pulls you off of him with a pop of your mouth.
“Lemme see it before you swallow, baby.” He tells you, his thumb tracing your lower lip. You take the hint and open your mouth, full of his cum, making him smile. “Oh yeah, that’s just so beautiful. Swallow it for me.”
And you do as he asks, your mind so full of lust and the only thing on your mind is doing why they want so you can cum.
Joel’s helping right along with that, his fingers moving swiftly, driving you insane as you dance on the edge of release, his cock hitting your g-spot over and over making it almost impossible to hold back.
His one hand that isn’t busy loops around to grip your chin, turning your head to the side. “You’re gonna cum.” He says, less of a question than a statement, like he knows what he’s doing to you.
“Y-yes…please Joel…” you beg.
“Oh, you don’t have to beg, sweet girl.” He tells you, straining. “It’s ok, you can cum for me. Go on, make a mess on my cock. Come on, baby, you can do it.”
Him talking you through it, keeping his eyes on you as he does is what sets you off, that pit of pleasure in your stomach snapping as you cum, cries and moans coming out of you that you’ve never made for anyone before.
Joel follows shortly after, each snap of his hips drawing your pleasure out. “Oh fuck yea, that’s it sweet girl-shit…oh my god!” He groans before pulling out and tugging on his dick only a few pumps before you feel hot, thick ropes shoot onto your backside, some running down your ass.
When you’ve come back down to earth again, you realize that Tommy has cleaned you up as he tosses the damp cloth he used into your laundry basket.
You turn to try to find Joel, but see he’s gone out of the room, you assume to clean himself up a bit.
Tommy, a contrast to how he just was with you, gently moves you to lay down on your bed, pulling the covers down and over the two of you, moving his hand to your side, tracing up and down your body.
“Was it everything you wanted?” He asks you softly.
“And more.” You respond back, out of breath and thirsty, still a little dizzy from all the attention.
As if on cue, Joel comes back into the room, glass of water in hand as he walks it over to you. You take big gulps before handing the almost empty cup back to him to set on your nightstand. Joel walks to the other side of your bed, laying down next to you, your body in between them once again.
His hand gently runs through your hair, pushing little strands out of your face.
“Can we get you anything else, darlin’?” He asks, voice low.
You think for a moment, letting a big smile grow across your face, before saying what’s been in and out of the back of your mind since it was said earlier.
“So what happened with that babysitter?”
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