Originally posted by tylerjosephappreciation
You were dating Josh for six months when you found out just how kinky he really was. You were sitting on the sofa of the bus, scrolling through apps on your phone when Josh and
Tyler enter the bus; Tyler sprawls out on the opposite sofa, pulling the brim of his hat down to cover his eyes while he gets comfortable. Josh sits besides you and immediately urges you to sit on his lap, straddling his thighs.
You give him a look, as if to warn him that you aren't comfortable doing anything with Tyler still in the room; Josh simply chuckles, pulling you towards him to kiss you fiercely.
You can't help but give in to his kisses,
unable to say no to the way his lips feel on yours. When his hands slide up the back of your shirt, catching the hooks of your bra, you set your hands to his shoulders, pushing back from him.
"Josh," you whisper, quickly peeking over your shoulder to glance at Tyler, who was still hidden behind the brim of his hat. "This isn't appropriate."
"He doesn't care," Josh responds softly, hands still attempting to unhook your bra. You press harder against his shoulders, pinning them to the back of the sofa; you give him a hard glare, as a last warning. Josh groans, and rolls his eyes, tipping his head to peer past you. "Tyler," he says, catching the younger man's attention.
"Do you care if I eat her out right here?"
"Joshua," you snap, slapping his shoulder as your cheeks begin to redden.
"Nah, man," Tyler replies, shifting his hips and crossing his arms over his chest. "Do I have to leave, though? I'm super comfortable."
"You don't have to," Josh replies. "But we might get a little loud. I mean, she will."
"Josh," you say, once again, glaring at him.
"No, I'm cool," Tyler shrugs. "I might watch."
"I don't mind if you watch," Josh says, turning his attention back to you. "I'm better in front of an audience." The glint in his eye is mischievous, and you can't help the flip in your stomach at the thought of Tyler watching while Josh has his way with you.
"You okay?" he asks, softly, giving you the opportunity to voice your discontent.
"Yeah," you whisper, nodding quickly.
Josh immediately slips your shirt from your torso, throwing it to the side before his hands find the clasp of your bra once again. He has it unfastened quickly, tossing it to join the shirt on the floor.
His hands slip to your sides to drag your body closer to him, tipping his head towards your breasts. When he pauses, looking past you with a grin on his lips, you look towards Tyler, finding him standing behind you fiddling with his phone.
"I might as well film it," Tyler explains. "In case you never ask me to do this again." Tyler moves closer to you, aiming the camera towards Josh, nodding his head as if to tell him to continue.
Josh closes the space towards your breasts, very gingerly dragging his tongue across one of your nipples; you pull in a slow breath, grasping the back of his head as you watch him tease your nipple with the tip of his tongue. His mouth is open, very softly moaning while he traces his tongue over your skin; you can tell he's trying to show off for Tyler and the camera.
"Josh," you whine, deciding to do some acting of your own. "Do you have to be such a tease?" He chuckles, breath tickling your skin as he tips his head to start teasing your other nipple.
"Of course I do," he breathes, playfully biting your nipple to make you arch against him. "I love how needy you get when I work you up for a while first." Josh slips his hands around to your lower back, pressing his thumbs past the waistband of your jeans. He hooks the strings of your thong, tugging it up from your jeans. You gasp loudly as the action, your fingers tugging harder on his hair.
