Braxton

by Shayne Ford

  “I think you know it’s good and you’re afraid,” he says softly.

  “You may be right,” I murmur, my hand curling around his neck, his lips locking mine into a slow, heartfelt kiss.

  I smoothly undo his shirt as he deepens the kiss.

  Tingles roll over my skin as I feel his bare chest pressed against my breasts, delicious pleasure swirling in my core.

  The door opens and closes behind me and silence fills the room. Jagger’s gaze flies over my shoulder, a small smile creasing his lips.

  The footsteps ring out closer, and then they stop behind me. The warmth of Braxton’s body rolls over me as his soft breath trails my shoulder, the scent of his cologne wafting to my nostrils.

  I clench my thighs, already warm and wet and tingly.

  Jagger looks at me intently as I grapple with my reaction, his fingers tracing my face and my lips, his eyes enveloping me into a warm, mysterious gaze.

  “He’s here for you, baby, but if he stays... it’s going to be more than a kiss,” he says.

  A few moments tick by, his thumb brushing my cheek and then my bottom lip.

  He leans close to my ear.

  “He’s clean. You’ll feel his cock real good,” he whispers in my ear, and a shudder goes through me, more wetness trickling in my panties.

  He pulls back a little, his face flushed, his lips moist, his bare chest rising with a sharp breath. I dip my gaze, and brush his groin, the ridge of his erection meeting my hand.

  “He can stay,” I say, my voice shaking with emotion.

  A fiery smile stretches across his lips.

  “Good girl,” he murmurs before he pulls close to me, his fingers threading through my hair as he slowly starts to kiss me.

  Our lips connect into a ritual of love, our bodies pressed together, my arms twine around his neck.

  Sweeping my shoulder with his fingers, Braxton brushes my hair to one side, his lips tracing my neck. He snakes his arm around my waist, his body flush against by back.

  A waterfall of heat swallows me whole.

  Jagger breaks the kiss and trails my neck too, in a synchronized, delicious, conquering quest, which turns my body into a blazing fire. I splay my fingers over Jagger’s chest while I lean against his friend’s shoulder.

  Braxton’s hands slide down, gently cupping my breasts, tenderly kneading.

  “Oh... that’s...” I mutter, my body caught in a storm.

  I blink slowly, my eyelids gliding down heavy.

  A long exhale rolls off my lips.

  “You’re good, baby...” Braxton purrs in my ear, his body hot, his cock hard, pressing against my back.

  Slowly, he unzips my gown and runs his hands over my shoulders. My dress crumbles at my feet.

  “I’ll be damned,” he mutters as he runs his palms down my body, sweeping the swell of my butt before he moves his hands to the front, his fingers playing with my G-string straps.

  I gasp, and Jagger takes my mouth. And it’s not a slow or soft kiss. It’s wild, possessive and raw, his teeth branding me, as I suck on his tongue. A moan of sweet desperation rolls off my lips as he sets his palm on my stomach and slides it down inside the waistband of my panties.

  Braxton tugs at the dainty straps as Jagger's fingers push through my folds, and into my wet entrance.

  I moan, and arch and I could easily come.

  “Yeah, baby...” Braxton mutters, his voice gravelly and low, his hard rod, twitching against my butt.

  Jagger’s fingers move between my legs.

  Edging fast, I rock my hips, my ass grinding against Braxton’s throbbing cock, my hand wrapped around Jagger's shaft.

  They start to groan.

  “Open your legs for him, baby... ” Braxton murmurs in my ear, his fingers sweeping my smooth folds, stroking my pulsing clit as Jagger's finger-fucks my core.

  Electricity zaps through me. I grind into his groin harder, and his arm fastens around me.

  “I love when you do that...” he says, his voice heavy with lust as Jagger tears the G-string off me. “Now open for him, baby,” he says as Jagger kneels in front of me.

  A rippling sensation goes through my belly.

  I lean against Braxton, my heel propped on the ledge and my thighs parted as Jagger traces my slit with his tongue.

  Oh... my... God.

  Electric waves go through my body, and soon I start to tremble.

  “Yes, baby...” Braxton purrs, grinding his cock against my ass as Jagger’s lips roll on my clit, licking and sucking, burying my throbbing flesh beneath his tongue.

  Fireworks go off between my thighs.

  My hand goes in Jagger’s hair.

  “This is insane...” I mutter, my tension swiftly spiraling up.

  I reach back, and through his pants I cuff Braxton’s shaft, squeezing it hungrily as he rubs it against my hand.

  “I can’t wait to fuck you, baby,” he rasps.

  Smoothly, he wraps his hand around my neck, his grip possessive, and his blood so hot. My fingers loop like vines around his cock, a ring of fire tightening in my belly.

  “I... I...”

  I start to stammer, and Jagger’s eyes fly up to me. He gives me a long, teasingly slow lap before he tips his chin and motions to Braxton whose zipper goes down. And then I feel him. Bare and hard, and heavy with blood. Thick and pulsing, the tip wet.

  Shivers roll down my back.

  “You have to relax, baby...” he says, and slowly grinds his hard length between my butt cheeks as Jagger licks my clit.

  My inside flutters, dripping more arousal.

  “I can’t take it anymore...” I let out, panting, sitting on that edge, a moment away from the spike of pleasure and relief.

  “Yes, you can, baby...” Braxton murmurs, his smoky voice lined with a smile.

  I press Jagger’s head between my thighs as my entrance opens for the erection of the man behind me. My thoughts get scrambled as he slowly pushes in, his cock sliding smoothly against my wet walls.

  Like a glove, my center molds on him.

  A growl spins in his throat.

  “Oh, fuck...” he grunts, and he roots himself deep in me.

  Moaning and gasping, I arch my spine, my core sucking on him, my clit ready to burst in Jagger’s mouth.

  “Now lean to him, so he can eat your pussy while I fuck you till you come...” Braxton says, his raw words kicking me right to the edge.

  I brace one hand on Jagger’s shoulder while Braxton grabs my ass and starts pounding me. Long, deep, harsh thrusts. He has no mercy. My body starts shaking against him, my clit exploding in Jagger’s mouth.

  “Don’t stop,” I bark, and Braxton hammers me with force, breaking my body into a million pieces.

  The pleasure barrels through me relentlessly, making my heart drum in my chest, and the air crackle in my lungs.

  He comes with me, shuddering, and groaning, oh, so hot, and I can tell this is so much more for him as well.

  Still trembling, I finally open my eyes.

  Hand wrapped around his cock, the man standing in front of me watches me, his eyes filled with raging fire.

  7

  JAGGER

  “You’re good?”

  “Mmm-hmm,” she purrs, her eyes foggy, her lips glistening, and her body hot as if she’s running a fever.

  Slowly, she slides down on my erection, her knees on either side of me, her fingers tangled in my hair.

  I lean back against the couch.

  “Damn, you feel so good...” I mutter.

  My lips trail her chest, my tongue playing with her puckered nipples. She waves her body, and rolls her hips, grinding her wet walls against my shaft. I grab her butt and pull her harder toward me, her long hair touching my arm.

  The bathroom door shifts open, and Braxton enters the room. His eyes lock mine, a secret smile brushing his lips.

  He tucks his towel at his waist, his hand brushing his groin. My gaze slips to his cut abs, and the V dipping to his bulge. />
  He swaggers toward us, running both hands through his hair, combing bangs away. A necklace glints between his pecs.

  He catches sight of my roaming gaze and gives me a fiery smile.

  Blood pumps in my groin, steeling my cock inside her.

  He stops behind her and teasingly rolls his lip beneath his teeth.

  He’s now fucking with me.

  “It’s time to turn to him, baby,” I say, holding his eyes, and biting the inside of my cheeks to stifle a full mouth grin.

  She pushes up to her knees and my erection springs free, soaked in her arousal. She straddles me again and slides down on me, her back to me this time. His gaze dips and so does mine as I grab her butt.

  Rolling her hips slowly, she tilts her head back and takes him in. He gives her a lopsided smile that churns more fire in my groin and makes my balls draw tight. He moves close to her, and cocks his hip, his bulge straining against the towel.

  “Don’t fuck with her, Braxton,” I say, grinning.

  He glances at me and throws me a cocky smile that makes me twitch between her legs.

  Smoothly, he untucks his towel and drops it on the floor. His erection juts in the air, chiseled, hard, and ready. She stills on me as she takes him in, and he savors her reaction.

  Her fingers curl around him and blood pulses in my cock. She gives him a gentle tug and starts stroking him while moving up and down on me, and I let out a groan.

  She leans toward him, and he clicks his tongue.

  “Nah-ah,” he says and kneels in front of her. “I wanna taste you, first,” he says, his hands running up her thighs.

  He lowers his head, his tongue pressing between her folds. He starts kissing her and licking her, almost touching me, and her back comes to me, her legs opened wide for him.

  “This is driving me crazy,” I rumble as her hips start moving, massaging my erection, his mouth pressed against her crotch.

  Fire blazes in his eyes as he shoots his gaze at me. His mouth goes lower, and lower until he breathes softly on my cock.

  He doesn’t touch me, and yet it feels as if he does.

  I clench my ass and stir between her walls.

  Eyes hazy, lips parted, he pushes up to his feet. Instead of feeding her his cock, he bends over us, grips the back of the couch on either side of me, and crashes his lips on Violet’s mouth.

  Moaning, she cuffs his shaft and smoothly strokes him as their tongues collide.

  Her core clenches, massaging my dick.

  “Now, come to me,” he says, and straightens.

  He grabs his cock and slides his hand into her hair, his eyes observing her as he slowly enters her mouth.

  A jolt goes through my body.

  His eyes fly to me and drop to my mouth, and instinctively, I run my tongue over my lips.

  “Now, you fuck him slowly as I fuck your mouth,” he says looking at me as if he’d like to put his cock in my mouth.

  Without further directions, she grips his hips, arches her back, and starts polishing my shaft while sucking his cock.

  He pivots slightly to give me a side view as she keeps swirling her tongue around him, licking and kissing his hard meat.

  I tilt my head back and take them in with hooded eyes.

  His abs ripple as he drives his dick inside her mouth.

  He’s flushed. His eyes are burning, the shadow of a smile brushing his lips.

  “Yeah, baby... I knew you had in you. I fucking knew it...” he rumbles.

  Picking up the pace, he thrusts his cock over and over again, and her cheeks go hollow, her tits bouncing, her pussy clenching on me, her moans spreading goosebumps on my arms.

  I tilt my hips up and ram into her, growling quietly.

  “She’s so fucking hot, man...” he says, his eyes heavy with arousal, his glistening cock rolling into her mouth.

  He tips his head back and shoots me a drunken stare, the craving in his eyes making my inside shudder.

  Her moans get louder.

  “You’re so fucking good, baby. He can’t ask for more,” he says, his fingers brushing her face tenderly, his eyes drinking her in, his thumb running across her cheek.

  Completely swept away, she sucks him harder while riding me.

  “Fuck...” I burst out, my voice unrecognizable.

  Her nails hook in his thighs as I slam her faster, edging.

  “That’s it, baby,” Braxton, says, his chest rising and falling rapidly, his eyes on her, beautiful, lustful, burning, powerful and rapacious.

  Inescapable.

  His gaze turns vacant as he starts to come.

  Growling, she climaxes, her core drinking every bit of tension from my flesh as my orgasm explodes between my thighs.

  I push my hips up and spear her all the away, my release trickling down our legs.

  He pulls out of her mouth, his fist finishing the grand finale, his cum shooting over her lips, and on her chest, his eyes slowly shifting to me.

  Something screams inside my chest.

  Panting, she collapses on my chest, and I close my arms around her.

  Violet

  The water rolls on me, a hand sliding gently on my back as the stream moves to the side.

  “Let me do it.”

  “Braxton?!” I mutter, surprised, and I start to turn.

  He wraps his arms around me, and pulls my back into his chest, his lips coming to my ear.

  “He knows I’m here. He sent me,” he murmurs, his voice fluttering through me like butterflies.

  He sets his hands on my shoulders.

  “I’ll take care of you. Okay?”

  I nod softly.

  He takes the bath sponge and gently rubs my back. One hand sweeps my hair over my shoulder, the other doing small circles on my skin. He moves slowly, and diligently, the scented suds sliding off me.

  “You’re a beautiful woman, Violet,” he says, his palms tracing down my body, his words flowing through me, affecting me so badly.

  I wish he’d let me turn and see his eyes.

  He snakes his arm around me, the sponge circling my breasts, covering me with peaks of foam.

  My skin responds to him, tingling underneath.

  “Lean on me, baby,” he says, and I rest my head against his shoulder.

  He moves the sponge down my stomach, the other hand cupping a breast. I turn my head to him, my lips almost touching him as he lowers his mouth to me. His hand goes between my thighs.

  “This is so...” I say, and then I feel his lips on mine, and we start to kiss, and nothing else matters. His mouth is hot, demanding and bold like him. He runs his hand over my chest, tracing my mounds, one by one, and then he flicks his fingers over the swollen nub between my folds.

  His hard, bouncing erection springs up against my back.

  Reaching back, I close my hand into a fist and gently start to stroke him.

  “Time to rinse,” he says, a smile weaving in his voice.

  He points the stream of water at me washing the foam off and then he turns the shower off and smoothly cups my breasts.

  My hands go on top of his as he starts to squeeze my swollen peaks while pressing his cock against my back.

  I move with him.

  “Right on, baby...” he rasps. “Now, tell me what you want,” he says as he smoothly slides his fingers between my folds. “Tell me... What do you want, baby?”

  “Everything,” I murmur.

  “Everything?” he asks playfully, his voice lined with a smile. “You think you can handle everything?”

  “No... But I can try...”

  “What do you want now, Violet? Tell me...”

  “I want you to... fuck me...” I say, my voice trembling as pleasure and guilt shoot through me at the same time.

  His mouth comes to my ear again.

  “Let me teach you something, baby. There is no shame or guilt between us. There are no boundaries. These are his rules. There is no sexual turf. We don’t own you, so we don’t share you. We will love y
ou for as long as you allow us to. We open up to you, and you open up to us. But your mind has to be free in order to embrace this for what it is... Okay?”

  “Yes,” I say softly.

  “Good,” he says with a different voice, and swiftly tears away.

  “Where are you going?” I ask, spinning around, sounding so bossy he can’t suppress a chuckle.

  “You’re done,” he says, laughing.

  “I’m not done,” I say half-jokingly, and half-pissed.

  My eyes dip to the hard meat aiming at me. His hand curls around his shaft, a smirk stretching across his lips.

  “And you’re not done either,” I say, pointing at the incriminating evidence.

  I’m so swept under his spell I can’t even see the trap he set for me.

  His lips curve into a cheeky smile.

  “It’s not funny, Braxton.”

  He purses his lips and creases his nose.

  I look away to hide my grin.

  “It’s not fucking funny.”

  “It’s not?”

  I swing my gaze back to him.

  He inches to me, further erasing the space between us. My back hits the wall as his hands slide on either side of me. He runs his eyes down my body, taking in my chest, then shifts his focus to my lips.

  My fingers trace his pecs and collarbone, and then the serpent sitting on his shoulder.

  “What does it mean, Braxton?”

  A faint smile glints across his lips.

  “Life is a fight, a full circle, a quest for renewal...” he says, serious and a bit sad.

  “Is it for you?” I ask, incredulous. His eyes delve into mine, their fire warming up my heart. “What is your fight, Braxton? You have everything... What do you need to fight for?”

  “Nobody has everything,” he says, resolute and sorrowful at the same time, the pain in his voice slicing through me. “Do you?” he tosses back at me.

  I shake my head slowly.

  “What is it that you want, and you don’t have, Violet?” I smile, but tears pool in my eyes. He runs his thumb over my lashes. “Hmm? What would you like?”

  “To be more like you and Jagger...”

  A soft smile slides over his lips.

  “How’s that exactly?”

  “To live fully... To be free.”

  He tips his head back slightly, a bright smile lighting up his eyes.