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They'd met at some party. Friends of friends and they'd gotten along splendidly from the get go. He was sweet and caring and clever, and she'd fallen in love and had fit him right into her life.

He balanced her out, made her think things over and not jump to rash conclusions, and she brought out his more impulsive and fun sides. It was a good match.

She'd finally moved into his house a few months ago and they had a wonderful time together. 

They spent their days lounging by the pool, drinking old whiskey, spinning Sam Cooke records whilst her sweet Al cooked them dinner. He wasn't the best cook, but he tried.

Alex was still sweet and caring and incredibly romantic. Always giving her little gifts and trinkets, taking her out to dinner and swanky industry parties, allowing her to plunder his burgeoning wardrobe.

She'd already stolen plenty of his clothes and paraded them proudly around on Instagram, showing off their lovely home to her loyal followers.

He was such a lovely and devoted boyfriend.

She really had caught the golden goose with that one.

And the sex was great too. They had a great connection and he matched her dominant streak like he was made for it. He loved when she took charge. When she pulled his hair and tied him up, kissing him roughly and shoving the strap-on deep into him over and over again. 

She loved when he came apart for her, when he let go of control and allowed his usual firm hand on himself to slip, and instead became a blubbering mess of moans and tears and saliva. She loved teasing him, making him come from her mouth and fingers, loved pinning him down and making him see stars. It was a pure rush of adrenaline when he became a mewling mess for her. When she gripped his throat and shoved him into the mattress and rode him until tears broke out on his face and none of them could breathe with it.

He was the perfect boyfriend in many ways. Buying her clothes and jewellery, always kissing her neck and holding her hand, brushing his fingers through her hair and holding her close as they slept in his massive bed.

Soft caresses and whispers, lovely words and practiced poetry spoken into their little cocoon. It was sweet. He was such a sweetheart.

Almost too sweet. Almost too perfect.

She sometimes missed having someone who could toss her around a bit too. Someone who'd fight back a bit harder and not just follow her lead. She hadn't had the guts to tell him, though. They were happy and it was good.

And it wasn't because she was scared he'd break. 

She wasn't worried they weren't a match. It wasn't that.

She was just curious what it'd be like. To have someone who argued and didn't let her get away with bossing them around, someone who fought a little harder, someone who wasn't scared to pull her hair or rip her dress a little.

She was a free spirit, a sexual creature who sometimes longed to be set free. And maybe roughened up a bit too.

Maybe he loved her too much for that.

Because he loved her a lot.

And she loved him. Of course she did.

And she loved LA and she loved the house and the sun and the palm trees.

And she loved the pool. 

And right now she was especially loving the view of said pool.

Because there in the cerulean waters was none other than Miles Kane, quietly splashing around on a pool float, wearing a bright grin and those orange swimming shorts and that ridiculous bucket hat.

She planned on stealing it from him before he went back home from his visit.

She'd taken off her top some time ago and was relishing in the sweltering roasting rays of the sun on her bare chest, tanning her already fairly golden skin.

She'd look fucking banging tomorrow.

Next to her was Alex in his blue shorts, quietly reading a book under the big umbrella.

Miles'd been with them for a few weeks already and they'd been having such a blast. Alex truly came alive when Miles was around and Taylor loved seeing him come out of his shell a bit more.

She saw new sides to him she'd never noticed before and she was so happy for him, having a friend who could do help him in that way. Having a friend who knew you and loved you exactly as you were; that was truly priceless. It was liberating, for Alex at least, as she came to notice.

She understood why Alex'd missed him so much since moving here. Why he'd begged him to come out here on a more permanent basis. For now they made do with a few weeks at a time.

And she loved getting the opportunity to get to know her boyfriend's best friend better.

They spent most of their days going out dancing, going drinking or to dinner, hanging out with common friends, going to movies and shows and concerts and enjoying all the thrills LA had to offer. 

And to top it all off Miles was truly the most amazing shopping partner. Alex was always too eager to go home, tired after only hitting a few stores, but Miles was tireless, excitedly pulling out shirt after shirt. Taylor would love to have a gander through his wardrobe at some point. She was certain he'd have some gems hidden in there she could pinch. Where Alex tired out quickly, Miles could keep going and going for hours. Taylor had to admit she liked that in a man.

And there said man was, floating serenely across the rippling water of the pool, basking in the sunshine, sipping a drink through a straw.

She was blatantly staring from her spot on the sun lounger. Her eyes were hungrily taking in the long, smooth lines of his body, all lean and lanky limbs, just like her own, and she had to admit the thought turned her on quite a lot. His skin was tan and sparkly from a thousand little drops of water that were shining on his skin like diamonds.

He'd stretched his arms behind his head once he'd finished the drink, resting comfortably and showing off his stunning physique. Those wide shoulders, lean and defined arms and legs, his fucking abs and the hard jut of the sharp v of his hips.

Her mouth watered at the sight of his dangerously low riding swimming shorts, his happy trail leading temptingly downwards like an arrow, and she squirmed slightly against the sunsoaked cushion on her lounger.

Suddenly she had an idea.

"Babe?"

"Mmmh?"

"Alex?"

"Hmm.."

"I wanna fuck him. Miles. I wanna fuck him."

Alex made a weird choking sound.

"Pardon?"

"I wanna fuck Miles. And then I wanna watch him fuck you."

Alex paled.

"Um, what?"

"It'd be so hot. Think about it. He'd fuck me first, and then he'd fuck you up against the wall over there while I watch. I'm aching just thinking about it. Wanna feel?" she purred and Alex gulped.

"Um, no that's okay, I take your word for it. What's um.. what's brought this on?"

She let out a breathy little whine.

"Just look at him. Don't lie and tell me you don't want a piece of that. He's fucking gorgeous. Sex on legs. And I want him. And I think he'd say yes if we asked him nicely, don't you?"

Alex's cheeks blushed a pretty pink. She'd always enjoyed making him blush.

"Maybe, dunno."

He coughed. 

"I've never really thought about it. He's my best friend, y'know."

"I know. And I bet he'd really love to know what it feels like to pound your sweet ass. I bet he's even thought about it too. Who wouldn't? He'd grab your neck and give it to you good. Don't you think so? I bet you'd feel it for days, baby. Wanna see you waddle, wanna see marks left all over you. Wanna see him take you apart. After he's given me the ride of a lifetime of course. Can't wait to jump on that big thing. Can't you see it? Barely hidden under those shorts."

She moaned quietly and watched Alex's tongue poke out to brush along his lower lip as he cast his gaze out over the glittering pool.

Alex swallowed.

"C'mon babe, it'd be fun!" 

"Um. Sure T, if that's what you want. Sounds good."

"Great! I'll ask! Hey Miles?"

"What now ?"

Alex sounded a little panicked but she just laughed it off.

"Yeah, better strike while the iron's hot, baby."

"Whaddup Tay?" came Miles' voice from the pool.

"Me and Al were just wondering if you'd wanna fuck us?"

There was the noise of a large splash and then Miles disappeared into the pool. Where he'd been floating quietly less than a second prior, was now only the orange bucket hat swimming sadly in the water next to the float. 

Miles spluttered once he returned to the surface and Taylor grinned.

"Excuse me? Did I hear that right?" 

"You bet you did. Wanna join us for a bit of fun in the sun? Just a little something between friends?" she asked slyly, making her voice slow and seductive and biting her lip.

Miles' eyes jumped from her to Alex who was looking a little shocked still where he sat next to her.

"A threesome, you mean?"

"You could call it that. But really it's more like sharing. Taking turns, you know?"

Miles slowly approached the edge of the pool where they were sitting, seemingly contemplating the question.

"Al? Are you in on this? Is this a joke?"

Taylor shook her head and watched Alex slowly do the same.

"You better not be fucking with me."

"Swear we're serious, aren't we, babe?"

Alex nodded again and that infernal tongue poked out once again.

"Been thinking about it. Would be super hot. I want you first and then you'd have a go at Mr. Sweetcheeks over there afterwards," Taylor continued and added a wink as she gestured to Alex.

"I bet he'd love it if you'd go really rough on him too, push him up against the wall. He'd come apart right between your hands. After me, of course. So, what do you say?"

"It's quite the suggestion. An unexpected surprise, but I suppose a good one."

Taylor watched Miles' dark eyes take them in. She arched her back slightly to draw attention to her naked chest, her perked nipples standing out in the sunshine.

Alex swallowed again next to her but Taylor swore she saw him squirm just the tiniest bit against the cushion of his lounger.

"We'd just love it if you'd join us, babe," she added sultrily and watched as Miles licked his lips. He nodded slowly.

He was looking at Alex and she noticed a firm blush high on her boyfriend's cheeks. That seemed promising.

"So you'll do it?"

"Yeah. Yeah, I'll do it. I'm game. Whatever you want."

"Good."

Alex went inside to dispose of his book and to fetch their little box of supplies whilst Taylor watched Miles get out of the water.

She licked her lips at the sight of the water dripping off of him, slowly sliding down that firm chest and those rippling abs.

"Come here."

She twitched and spread her legs slightly to invite him in. She was so fucking wet already, just from the idea of Miles fucking both her and Alex, soaking through her shorts.

"Just like this, yeah?"

"Just like this. I get first go."

He chuckled slightly as she looked at him with dark, hooded eyes, and when he was close enough she pulled him in for a hard kiss, bringing their lips together and Miles immediately complied. But he soon slowed it down, licked deeply into her mouth as he climbed on top of her, sliding his wet legs in between hers and catching her body against the lounger. His hands came to grip the armrests as he plundered her mouth with his tongue, going deep and agonizingly slow as he moved in on her.

She moaned into his mouth and gripped his sides hard, trying to bring him closer and arched up against him to feel his slick body move against hers.

He let go of her lips with a final lick and sent her a dirty smirk as he sat back on the lounger, one leg on either side and pulled her on top of him to sit in his lap.

His shorts were wet from the pool and soaked through her shorts immediately, only adding to her own wetness as he tugged her down and thrust against her with a roll of his lean body.

He kept kissing her deeply as his hands locked around her waist and pulled her closer.

He started kissing down her neck and she threw her head back in a loud moan. And then there was a gasp coming from the side.

Alex was back.

"Oh my god," he mumbled lowly, but Taylor barely registered it as Miles picked up the speed and kissed further down her collarbone and sternum and licked one of her hard nipples into his mouth. His hand gripped her other breast and she gasped loudly at the sensation, squirming in his lap and wishing they'd be undressed already.

She moaned again and reached for the elastic of his shorts.

"These off."

She threw herself back on the lounger and made quick work of her own shorts and tossed them off her legs.

Miles had gotten up and was pulling down those bright orange shorts and she licked her lips hungrily as his naked body was exposed to her.

There was another audible gasp from the side.

She'd nearly forgotten about her boyfriend who was still standing next to them holding their box of supplies. But she couldn't help but look back at the fucking piece of eye candy that'd just been revealed to her. It seemed Alex was in much of a similar predicament. His eyes were slowly roaming over Miles' body, taking in every last bit of him and Taylor saw that blush grow deeper on his fair features.

"See something you like, baby?" she said sweetly before getting up to grab Miles and pull him back on the lounger with her.

"You're so fucking hot, Miles. Isn't he, Alex?"

"Um, yeah. He is," Alex gulped uselessly from somewhere far away, and she didn't really care about it anymore as she shoved Miles down back down to sit on the lounger and climbed into his lap and once again connected their lips.

He quickly began leaving hot kisses down her chest once again, and suckled at her nipples as she squirmed in his lap.

He hummed against her, making her skin vibrate with pleasure.

"Ready?" he asked and met her eyes for a second, and they flitted quickly to the side where Alex stood.

She didn't care about Alex right now, she just wanted Miles to get fucking on with it.

"I'm fucking ready. Want you to fuck me."

He groaned as he put his long fingers on her hips and thrust up against her, rubbing his hard, long erection against her throbbing clit. She was fucking soaked and she couldn't wait to get that dick inside.

"I will, don't you worry."

"Alex, condom."

A little foil packet landed somewhere behind her and as she reached back to get it Miles kissed her neck, her chest, circling her nipples and further down her stomach.

She moaned as she held the little packet and her fingers were shaking as she tried to unwrap it.

He grabbed it from her hands as soon as it was free of foil and he reached around her body, gripped her and held her up with just one arm and kissed her filthily as he rolled the condom on. She tried to help keep herself up and then his hand came down between her legs, finding her wet and slick and so fucking ready for him.

He rubbed her clit a few times, running his long fingers in circles and slid a few of those digits into her, fucking her hard on his fingers as she tried to push down onto him, but he held her back.

She was completely at his mercy and she fucking loved it. 

"Fucking yes, exactly what I wanted!" she gasped as he fingered her.

"Want your dick! Fucking give it to me!"

And he did.

He didn't waste any time, slid out his fingers and kissed her again. It was hard and bruising and there was nothing sweet or soft about it. 

He gripped her sides and guided her down to sit on his dick, slowly but surely sliding into her. It stretched her in the most delicious fashion, and she couldn't stop moving, couldn't stop twisting and squirming in his lap.

"God!" she gasped when she was fully settled in his lap, and she heard another faint noise from somewhere off to the side but she paid it no mind.

"Fucking Miles! Go go go! Fuck me hard!"

And he fucking did.

He gripped her hips hard enough to leave fingershaped bruises, pulled her up and then he slammed her down onto his hips, sliding right back into her, hard and bruising and instantly picked up his speed.

She gripped his shoulder and the back of his head, tugging harshly on his hair and riding him hard and meeting his every devastating thrust.

And oh boy, he knew how to fuck. Just as she'd imagined he would.

He was relentless, hard and fast and efficient, and he kept going and going and she kept bouncing on top of him, pushing down and straining her thighs to feel him deeper.

She let out a litany of noises, loud moans and groans, staccato breaths coming out in time with his thrusts. She threw her head back, hoping he'd attack her neck and leave some nice and dark bruises for her to admire in the morning.

And he delivered in every aspect. His lips found her skin, instantly suckling and biting and drawing blood, being just as ruthless and intense as she'd hoped he'd be.

She'd missed this.

"Just what I wanted, Miles! Keep going! Harder, harder!"

And he didn't stop. He kept going and going and she was seeing stars, moon and galaxies riding on that dick of his, feeling it deeper inside than she had in months.

And she was close. She felt hot all over, sweltering heat rivaling the rays of the sun and she didn't want it to end but was also chasing that release.

"You're close, I can feel it. C'mon, a bit more!" Miles groaned.

He let go of one hip and slid a hand down between her legs, still hitting her hard and precise, and as she kept riding him, his fingers circled her clit, applying mind-blowing pressure, just the right amount, pushing her hard and fast towards the edge.

She moaned loudly into his neck and her back arched as she came, twitching and clenching around him, and she kept coming for what felt like ages and he kept rubbing her until she was raw and red and sensitive.

She felt him pulling her up and gently sliding out of her and she threw herself back into the lounger, trying to catch her breath.

Miles gripped his dick in his hand where he sat at the end of the cushion, and it looked fucking massive between his long, slender fingers.

She moaned uselessly at the sight but was too fucked out to do anything about it.

Miles gripped himself hard, seemingly trying to keep himself calm and steady and not just blow his load from just fucking her.

She had given him more tasks to complete.

At that thought she turned her gaze towards the sliding door to the patio.

And there stood Alex, still clutching that little box as if his life depended on it. He'd just witnessed his girlfriend getting the fucking of her life from his best friend, and he didn't even react.

Though she supposed the massive dent in his blue shorts was a reaction in its own right. But maybe she'd expected a little bit more from him. A need to get involved, some sort of jealousy setting in, anything. Instead he just stood there gaping.

Though, she supposed it was quite a lot to deal with, even for a seasoned rockstar like Alex.

His best friend and his girlfriend, it could be overwhelming for anyone, she supposed.

She decided she had to coax him back to life so they could get on with the show.

After all, Miles looked like he could use a bit of relief.

She leaned closer and whispered into Miles' ear.

"Just look at him, the very picture of shock. It seems we've pulled the rug out from under him, don't you think? I think he needs a little something to get back down to earth."

She got up from the lounger, leaving Miles behind to watch, dick still hard and straining where it bounced against his stomach. 

She kneeled in front of her shell shocked boyfriend and found his dark eyes. She smiled and winked dirtily at him before sliding down his shorts.

His dick popped out, hard and red and slick at the tip already. She gripped it and slowly began to pump him.

"Like what you saw, baby? Like seeing me get fucked by someone else? Or was it Miles you liked?"

She watched as Alex's cheeks blushed a deep crimson and her suspicions were confirmed. There was something there. It wasn't just her he'd been watching. And she'd had her ideas of what might be going on between them for a while now.

They hadn't yet fully realized anything, let alone admitted it to themselves, and she didn't think he'd ever cheat on her, but there was something crackling in the air between them, electricity and chemistry and she couldn't wait to see it unfold.

"His hard, slender body slamming into me, his big fucking dick pounding me so hard I screamed his name. Wished it was you, did you?"

A tiny bead of precum dribbled from his tip and he sucked in a breath between his teeth as she kept moving her hand.

"Don't worry, baby, he's gonna take good care of you soon enough."

Alex's eyes slammed shut and he bit his lip. She gripped him harder and slowly increased the speed, just the way he liked it.

"It's okay. I can see you want it. I fucking get it, baby, he's a fine specimen. Must've been hard all these years. Being so close, writing and touring, and not being able to touch? Is that what you want? Him touching you?"

Alex made a weird jerking motion, as if he'd been about to nod but stopped himself.

"Oh baby. I can see it so clearly. You want him."

Alex whined.

She kept pumping him, taking her time, twisting her wrist at the end and pulling those gorgeous little whimpers from him that she loved.

And then they were joined by a different noise, something between a whimper and a groan from behind them.

She looked over her shoulder and spotted the most glorious sight of Miles staring intently at them, still lying naked on the lounger, with a firm first gripping himself. 

His hand wasn't moving, probably keeping himself in check, not allowing himself to enjoy this as much as he really wanted. But his gaze never wavered from where it was firmly planted on her hand around Alex's length.

"Look at him, baby. Look at him. He wants you too, doesn't he?"

Alex slowly opened his dark eyes, his cheeks red and flushed as he looked behind her.

She felt him jerk in her hand and he let out another little whimper at the sight that greeted him on the sun lounger, and she nearly chuckled to herself.

What idiots her boyfriend and his best friend were. They wanted each other! Those oblivious bastards.

But she couldn't say she didn't get it. They were truly fucking hot both of them and now she'd had them both, she could testify to the fact that they'd be a match made in heaven. She'd help them get there.

"Watch him, baby. Fuck my hand, imagine it's him. Yeah, that's it. Look at him. Look how much he wants it. He wants you."

She heard the wet noise of a fist moving on flesh and she figured Miles had finally given in and was jerking himself off to the sight of Alex's arousal. It was fucking hot as hell.

"Good, baby. Imagine it's him holding you, that it's him gripping your hip."

She gripped his sharp hipbone, digging in her thumb as she slowly lowered herself so her lips brushed against the aching red head of his dick.

"Imagine it's his lips touching you. Kissing you. Licking you."

She followed every word with the corresponding action and Alex shivered in her grip.

He let out another little noise and he heard the sound of another one of those insanely hot groans from Miles. The wet noise of his fist moving on himself was obscene and it was getting faster.

"Swallowing down your dick and blowing you like the champ he is. You just know he'd show you a real good time, baby."

She gave his dick a final lick up the underside before casting her gaze behind her, addressing the man behind her.

"Look at him, Miles. Look how gorgeous he is, he's doing this for you."

She finally enveloped Alex in her mouth, wrapped her lips around his aching dick and Alex let out a breathy moan, bucking his hips against her and she held him firmly in place as she swirled around the head and gulped him down, swallowing around him and pulling every last bit of pleasure from him whilst Miles watched them. Whilst Miles got off to them.

She knew they were both staring intently at the other over her head And it was just so fucking hot. She felt herself twitching and aching even as she was still sensitive from the thorough fucking she'd received from Miles only moments prior.

But this time it wasn't about her.

She let go of him with a wet pop and licked her lips as she squeezed him at the base, pulling a wrecked whimper from him in the process.

"You ready, baby? It's your turn," she said deviously as she rose back up to her feet.

Alex's gaze went right past her, firmly planted on Miles who'd paused the movement of his own hand.

"You want it?" she asked, just making sure. And Alex's eyes finally met hers. They were dark and heavy lidded, his cheeks flushed and he was panting slightly. He nodded.

"You want Miles to fuck you? You want that big dick inside of you, fucking you rough and fast like he just did to me?"

Alex nodded again more fervently and he bit his lip as she painted the image so clearly for him.

He was so fucking hard, and she could tell he was just gagging for some relief.

"Yes. Want it," he got out breathlessly, and maybe it should've been weird to see her boyfriend lust so heavily over someone else, but it only fired her up even more. She had a mission.

"Good, baby. You'll get everything you want. You deserve it. It's okay. Now you'll go over to that wall, like we talked about. Place your hands on the bricks and you just wait until we're ready, alright?"

"Yeah, alright," Alex gulped and nodded as he gently stepped out of his swimming shorts that'd pooled around his ankles.

"Miles? You're up."

She looked over her shoulder and caught Miles hungrily eyeing up her boyfriend, his dark gaze washing over him as Alex planted himself firmly with his back turned to them and his hands flat on the wall.

"Look at him," she whispered once Miles had made his way over next to her.

"He wants it so badly. He wants you, you know. I didn't know. But I don't mind."

Miles gulped audibly next to her.

"Are you sure? I mean, I know it's what you asked, but you guys-"

"It's all in the name of good fun, right? I loved what you did to me. I'd like him to have a taste of what you can do as well," she purred and ran two fingers down Miles' chest.

She leaned in close to whisper.

"I know you want it too. I can see it all over your face. You can't wait to know what that perky little ass feels like, can you? And let me tell you, you're in for a treat. Do him good, alright?"

Miles swallowed audibly and his gaze was permanently planted on Alex up against that wall. He licked his lips.

"I will. I swear I fucking will."

"Good. I'll watch. Can't fucking wait. Go on."

Miles sidled up behind Alex, eyes firmly fixed on his naked upper back, and Taylor watched Miles rake his eyes over his strong shoulders, along the line of his arms where he was keeping himself upright against the wall.

"Al?"

Miles asked as he moved closer, sliding his hands around Alex's waist and leaning in to press a lingering kiss to the side of his neck.

"Look at you, so gorgeous, waiting for me. Is this what you want?"

Alex nearly trembled under the soft touch of Miles' long fingers and Taylor had to cross her legs where she was watching them, sitting on one of the sun loungers with a perfect view.

"Yes," Alex breathed and his head fell back onto Miles' shoulder. Miles kept kissing his neck, their bodies sliding closely together as Miles' hands ran over his chest and down his stomach.

"Want you, Miles. Want you so fucking bad."

"Want you too, love."

Miles was stuck to him like he was glued to his backside and Alex let out a wanton moan when Miles' dick pressed against his ass, slick and rock hard.

"You feel that? That's how you make me feel."

"Oh boys, this is too good," Taylor whined and moved her lounger a tad closer to be able to see them better. She found the bottle of lube in the little box Alex'd brought and handed it to Miles. She met his eyes, smiling dirtily at him.

Miles swallowed and nodded as he lathered his fingers in lube and slowly slid them down in between Alex's asscheeks. 

"Get ready for his fingers, baby," she whispered to Alex and leaned close enough that she could bite his earlobe.

Alex shivered as Miles circled his fingers slowly around his entrance for a moment, allowing him to get used to it, and Taylor watched as one, long digit disappeared into him, pulling a stunning gasp from Alex.

"You're so good for him, aren't you, baby? So fucking hot, can't wait to see him tear you apart."

Miles added another finger, groaning as he pushed himself harder up against Alex's backside. His other hand brushed along his chest, teasingly circling his nipples.

Alex mewled and pushed back to feel more of him, more of his fingers.

"More, can take it," he breathed and Miles supplied in kind, adding a third finger and thrusting them in harder and deeper, scissoring him open to a litany of dirty gasps and moans from Alex.

"Gorgeous, love. You're doing so well," Miles whispered against Alex's ear and Taylor almost felt like she was intruding on a moment that was too beautiful and too vulnerable to be watched.

But she couldn't tear her eyes away from where Miles' fingers kept disappearing into Alex, couldn't stop listening to their shared groans and moans, to the way their slick bodies moved against each other up against the harsh brick wall and she couldn't stop wishing for more. She was greedy and she always got what she wanted.

"Ready for that big dick of his, baby? You're gagging for it, can tell you want more, don't you?"

Alex gasped as Miles added another finger and his head fell down between his arms, and he nodded, pushing his ass harder back against Miles' fingers, trying to get them deeper.

"'m ready. Miles c'mon, please!"

"Go ahead. Fuck him real good. Slide into him and hit him deep and hard. I know you can. Want you to fucking wreck him. Is that what you want too, baby? You want Miles to wreck you while I watch?"

"Yes!" Alex moaned and threw his head back as Miles' fingers slid over his nipple and gave it a little twist.

"Yes, please, that's what I want. All I want."

"Take your time. Tear him apart, give him everything he needs," Taylor encouraged. There was something here and she wanted them to have a good time exploring it.

Miles gave him a few more thrusts of his fingers before he pulled them out. He pressed a lingering kiss to Alex's neck, holding him close against his own body with a firm grip around his waist.

"Want you, love. Want you so fucking bad. Been thinking about this, about fucking you and so far it's got nothing on the real thing," Miles whispered hotly against him and Alex whimpered.

"Shut up and get on with it then!" Alex gasped, his tone almost soft compared to his demanding words.

Miles merely giggled and kissed him again.

"Want your fucking dick."

"Your wish is my command, love."

"You've got more condoms in that thing?" Miles asked, directing his gaze past his shoulder to Taylor.

She quickly found one and unwrapped it for him.

"Here you go. Give it to him good," she whispered hotly and Miles leaned back and made quick work of rolling it on.

He gave himself a few firm pumps and groaned heavily straight into Alex's ear. He was eagerly pushing his ass back against Miles' dick, grinding and circling his hips in the most wanton fashion.

"Please, can't wait any longer. Please, Mi."

Miles lined himself up, positioned Alex's hands more firmly on the wall and gripped his hips.

"C'mon baby," he groaned and then he didn't waste anymore time and pushed into him, in one long, harsh stroke, holding Alex firmly in place by his hips.

Alex gasped as he bottomed out and Miles allowed him a second to adjust to the stretch.

"Oh my god!" Alex barely managed to gasp, and Miles moved his hips in tight little circles, too impatient not to move inside of him already.

"Fuck, you feel so good, love. Won't last long like this, fucking tight, oh my god, your arse," Miles groaned into him, growling as he bit at Alex's earlobe once again.

"Move, you can- move."

The words had barely left Alex's trembling lips before Miles began moving in earnest, pumping into him hard and precise, just as he'd done to Taylor earlier.

She watched as that delicious dick of his disappeared into her boyfriend's ass over and over again and she couldn't believe how hot she found the whole thing.

Alex cried out in pleasure, pushing back against Miles, trying to get him deeper, a litany of curses and broken moans streaming from his wide open mouth.

And Miles was as unrelenting as always, coming in hot and hard and heavy against Alex, pounding into him tirelessly, creating the most obscene noises of their hips smacking into each other.

"Miles! Miles, oh my god! So good!" Alex cried out.

It was a curious experience, watching her boyfriend get fucked by another man.

She watched as his eyebrows pinched together and his lips fell open as Miles hit him just right. She watched as his eyes rolled into the back of his head in pleasure when Miles pulled his hair hard enough that his head fell back onto Miles' shoulder and Miles instantly attacked his exposed neck. She watched as he arched his body to get Miles to go deeper, watching as his dick bobbed proudly against his stomach, neglected and on occasion rubbing against the wall when Miles pounded into him hard enough.

"Choke me," Alex suddenly gasped out between pants, and Miles growled lowly in response. 

Taylor watched as Miles' long fingers gathered around his throat, slowly testing it out and rubbing against the sensitive skin as he kept pounding into him.

"Harder, I can take it. Choke me harder, Miles, please."

Taylor had to stop herself from thrusting her fingers down between her own thighs when Miles squeezed Alex's throat, those long fingers brandishing all over the exposed column of his neck. She knew what that did to Alex, knew how he reacted to that sort of touch and Miles wasn't holding himself back. He kept fucking him hard and relentless and Alex's eyes rolled to the back of his head, overwhelmed with the sensation of Miles' fingers around his throat.

"Yes! Fucking yes, Miles!" he choked out, pushing his ass harder back into Miles and meeting his thrusts.

"So fucking hot, baby. Everything I've ever wanted," Miles groaned into his ear, and then he bit down on his earlobe, pulling another breathless gasp from Alex.

Taylor was astounded. 

She watched as tears of intense pleasure trickled down Alex's cheeks, watched as her boyfriend came undone with his best friend's dick buried so deeply in his ass there was no space left between them.

Alex still had his hands up against the wall and pushed his ass back to meet every thrust and snap of Miles' hips and Miles squeezed around his neck again.

"Oh my god, Miles! Right there, that's what I want! Give it to me. God!"

Miles suddenly halted his movements, slowing down his hips, letting go of his neck and sliding his hands down Alex's sides.

"No, don't stop, please, don't stop, Miles," he whined and Taylor watched as a dangerous smirk bloomed on Miles' face.

"We're not there yet, love. I've got other plans for you."

Alex whimpered and seemed to relax for a second as Miles pulled out of him.

He allowed himself to be manhandled as Miles turned him around, and Taylor watched as his dark and heavy gaze washed over her boyfriend, two pairs of dark and hungry eyes met as they both panted heavily.

"God, you're gorgeous. You feel fucking amazing, love. Can't believe this is happening."

He briefly reached out a hand and softly brushed his fingers along the red marks around Alex's throat. Alex shivered.

"Miles, c'mon, I want more. Feels too good. Give it to me, please!" Alex nearly whined and Miles wasn't one to deny him anything, as Taylor'd come to learn.

Miles surged in and captured Alex's lips in a bruising kiss, pushing him back up against the wall and crowding into his space as he kissed him brutally.

"Miles!" Alex gasped into his mouth, but was cut off by Miles' hungry tongue licking across his bottom lip and capturing it between his teeth.

Miles' hands ran down his chest, tweaking his nipples as he went. Alex squirmed and seemed like he was just about to protest, but then Miles gripped his thighs out of nowhere and hoisted him up onto his hips. Alex's back smacked against the wall, nearly punching the breath from Alex's lungs from the impact, and Miles attacked his mouth, licking filthily along his lips, those red and swollen full lips she'd captured in her own so many times over.

Alex soon caught up on the rush of Miles' movements and wrapped his legs around his waist, sliding right back onto that dick of his, and he thrust up into him harder and faster than before to the rewarding noises of Alex's needy moans.

"Oh god, Miles! No one's ever- there's never- it's-" he gasped but nothing else came out.

Because Miles went to town, picking up his speed, holding Alex's up with his strong arms and pounding him hard and fast and roughly into the wall. Alex would surely have scrapes down his back when this was over, but it seemed they were both too far gone to care at this point.

"Yes yes yes! Oh my god, that's it, keep going! Miles!"

"My baby, my love, fuck you feel good."

Miles kissed him again, a mess of lips and teeth colliding, gasps and moans slipping out between their lips and their loud breathing was a beautiful backdrop to their ruthless movements against the wall.

"Alex, Al, love- hold on to me," Miles gasped and he gripped him harder, fucking into him relentlessly and Alex was reduced to a panting, quivering mess. His lips fell open gorgeously, his hands were buried in Miles' hair at the back of his neck, leaving red marks from his blunt nails.

"Harder, harder!" he moaned and Miles delivered.

"So good, love. So good, best there ever fucking was."

"Fuck Miles, right there, oh my goood-"

"That's it, love. C'mon, you can take it, my baby. So lovely. Love you, baby," Miles breathed and Alex ate up his every noise, licking the words straight from his lips and kissing them right back into him.

"Miles, Miles, Miles! Love you, give it to me, all I want-"

Taylor smirked to herself and rose from her spot on the sun lounger. She'd gotten what she came for and she'd played her part. And now was the time to make a graceful exit and maybe go finish herself off to the memory of her boyfriend fucking his best friend, whom he was clearly deeply in love with.

"You guys just keep it up. I'm going inside. Have fun!"

She quickly pressed a kiss to each of their cheeks in passing as she went and they barely registered her presence, but she didn't mind.

And as she walked through the open sliding doors into the sunfilled living room adjacent to the back garden, a thought entered her mind.

Alex had never sounded like that with her.

He'd never asked those things of her and he'd never been this brash and outspoken. He'd never been this vocal or demanding. Never been this present. She supposed she'd never really given him the chance to, but still.

This was something else. And he was blooming beautifully under Miles' touch in a way he never had with her. And she never had with him either.

Maybe it was time to move on.

It was her game and she'd play it however she liked. And if it turned out that they weren't the right player match in the end? Well, then she'd find someone else to play with.

And if she was being completely honest, being with Miles had been an entirely different experience to what they'd ever managed to achieve together. And whilst she'd been perched atop his bouncing dick, screaming with the unrelenting precision he performed, she'd thought she'd get off on the fact that Alex was watching them. But the truth was that she'd basically forgotten he was there at all.

That had to mean something.

Maybe it was the dirty aspect of the whole thing, it being new and exciting and kinda wrong that'd made it such a mind-blowing experience. Maybe not.

She couldn't help but wonder if maybe it was time for her to move on from his little house in LA and find something better suited to her tastes. 

And she had a feeling Alex might not even be that much worse for wear about a breakup, judging by the loud moans and the endless panting chants of " Miles, Miles, Miles!" still streaming in through the open patio door.

He didn't seem to be missing her much.

And she'd definitely never heard him shout her name like that.

That had to mean something as well.

And weirdly enough, she found that she didn't mind it one bit. Maybe she should have been upset about finding out that her boyfriend was secretly in love and most definitely in lust with his best friend, but she couldn't find it in herself to be bothered by it.

There was no anger or sadness. Not one ounce of jealousy or bitterness.

Only joy that maybe he'd finally found what was right for him, and if she was being completely honest, maybe also a tad of relief.

Maybe matchmaker was the right position she had to take in Alex's life, the one she was supposed to take all along, instead of the role of the girlfriend. Monogamy had never been her strong suit anyway and Alex was a serial monogamist. He'd find a new main squeeze in no time. He already had one, it seemed.

After all, Miles had been planning on moving to the States anyway. Why not take up the empty space she'd be leaving in the bed and keep it warm and continue making sweet Al make those wonderful noises?

Miles would rock his world in ways she'd never managed to. And she didn't mind. It just wasn't meant to be and she'd go looking for different treats of her own. Find someone who could rock her world equally as hard.

The bed barely had to go cold before he could settle right in.

A perfect match. 

She was certain they'd all be much better off that way.

She herself would be, in any way. And that was her number one priority. They had each other to take care of now.

And Alex would barely need to grieve the relationship. She wasn't sure that she even would. Instead she'd look back on their time together with fondness and hope for the future.

They'd had a good run but it was time for both of them to move on.

And sure, she'd miss him a lot and their little life together. But she hoped they could still be friends. Miles too. She'd grown awfully fond of him during these last few weeks and she hoped she'd get to see them again at some point. Maybe they'd even be a couple by then. Who knew.

And she smiled to herself and let them have their privacy as she went upstairs to shower. They'd work this one out on their own.