Braxton

by Shayne Ford

  She moves slower and slower, crying moans still coming out of her mouth, her hand glissading up and down my body, my cum dripping from her, hot and warm on her thighs.

  I try to pull back and leave her body, but then her arm curls around me and pulls me back into her. Her fingers run through my hair as our gazes mesh together. A beautiful smile lights up her eyes and something twists inside my chest.

  She’s so fucking close to me it’s scary. My heart opens to her as she’s walking inside me, and I don’t know if she should.

  “Hey, baby,” she murmurs tenderly, her eyes crinkling with a soft smile, and my body turns fluid.

  I’ve never had a woman melting in my arms, calling me so softly, opening her heart, and mine, giving me her body the way she does. My thumb runs across her cheek, and then I lower my mouth, stopping just before I reach her lips.

  Her breath rolls in my mouth, her hand tightening on my neck. I wait, and then she pushes off the ground and tilts her face up, and kisses my lips. She falls back with me on top of her, my mouth on her mouth, my hand in her hair, my cock growing hard inside her.

  She opens her lips the same way she parts her legs, with unbridled passion, sucking me in. My tongue fucks her sweet mouth, my body revving up, making my blood simmer again.

  I start moving, slowly, and she starts moaning, and the ocean’s noise starts fading in the background as the night rolls silently around us.

  She’s moving with me, feeding my body as much as I feed hers. It takes us so little to climb to a new high again, and as we do, I grip her harder, and she sinks her nails in me deeper.

  Together we ride the rising tide of pleasure, unhurriedly enjoying every moment, the warm center of her body, molding on my shaft. Her body starts to tense as a secret smile curves her lips.

  “That’s fucking good,” she purrs, and I roll my hips again.

  She takes my face in her hands and locks my lips, her moans filling my mouth as I tip her over the edge, and we come again, and for the first time in a long time, I don’t feel alone.

  We slow down for the second time, and she looks at me, smiling satisfied, her hair wrapped around my wrist. I kiss her softly on her lips before I tear away.

  And then I flick my eyes up and freeze.

  He’s gone.

  14

  BRAXTON

  “Jagger?”

  The house is sunk in darkness. I push through the door and enter the bedroom and then the bathroom.

  “Jagger?” I call him again.

  I hear footfalls, and then a door slamming.

  Without knocking, I push the door open and walk into the second bathroom. Hands propped on the sink, he examines his face in the mirror. Clean shaven, he smells like aftershave and body wash. Sitting low, a long towel wraps around his waist. A long necklace brushes the top of his six packs. He glances over his shoulder, his lips slowly curving into a smile.

  He looks down at me.

  “What’s wrong with you, Braxton? Get in the fucking shower, man. You’re bringing sand in the house.”

  I study his eyes.

  “Are you okay?”

  “Yeah, I’m fine. Are you?”

  He clasps his hands on his hips and turns to me, his eyes dipping again.

  “Get in the fucking shower...”

  I pull the shorts off me, toss them in a laundry hamper, and step into the stream. Leaning against the sink, he folds his arms over his chest and observes me as I brush sand, seashells, and algae off me.

  Shaking his head, he lets out a soft chuckle.

  “What so fucking funny, Jagger?”

  “Nothing...”

  He runs his thumb over his lips, smiling slyly.

  “She did a little number on us...” he says.

  “If you want to call it that way.”

  “No, I don’t, but it’s hard to call it for what it was.”

  I shoot a glance at him.

  “Damn... it was so fucking hot,” he says, swaying his head again.

  I turn the water off, and he picks a towel from a shelf and throws it at me.

  “It was more than that...” I say, nervous.

  “I know. That’s exactly why it was so out of this world.”

  “You’re fucking crazy, Jagger.”

  He slowly rubs his chin, his eyes narrowing with a smile.

  “Am I?”

  “Yes, you fucking are,” I growl.

  “You’re falling for her,” he says, and a dull pain grows in my chest.

  “I am… and what she did to me on the beach was more than fucking, Jagger. This is not what we’ve done before. Not you, not me. It’s still not too late. It would crush my heart, but if you ask me to go, I’ll fucking go.”

  He shifts slightly toward me, his fingers coming to my face before they slide down on my shoulder.

  “You don’t understand. That’s the whole point. To make it harder for her to pull away...” he says, and I look at him, perplexed. He smiles. “And the same goes for you,” he adds.

  My heart pounds in my throat.

  “Me?”

  “Yes, you.”

  His finger taps my face gently, his green eyes drowning in mine.

  “I told you I don’t want to lose you, Braxton.” I look at him, speechless. “And I don’t give a damn how we get there,” he says.

  “Do I have a say?”

  He shakes his head, grinning playfully.

  “No. You’ve already told me what you want so many times, and you’ve shown it to me. I know exactly what’s in your heart.”

  He clasps my shoulder.

  “Let’s get something to eat. I’m starving,” he says and pivots toward the door.

  Braxton

  “What about you?” I ask. “Did you have childhood friends?”

  Violet slides the napkin to the side and takes a sip of her wine. A gust of wind puffs the curtains and blows in her hair. The candles flicker on the table. We both watch her as she sets her glass on the table and licks the last drop of wine from her lips.

  “I did, but they were a different kind of friends. We didn't do crazy stuff. ”

  “So what did you do for fun?” I ask.

  “Well, depends on how you define fun... It wasn’t what you and Jagger call fun. We didn’t have much freedom.”

  “Sounds like fun,” I mutter trying to make a joke, but her sad eyes take my oomph out of the punching line.

  “Do you want more wine?” I ask heading to the kitchen and scooping another bottle out of the fridge.

  She nods.

  I come back and fill our glasses.

  “So what was it that you wrote for Rapt this week?” I ask flashing an amused smile. “Jagger mentioned something about, um...”

  I pause.

  She looks at me, her face red like the wine. She flicks her head to him, and his chest rocks with laughter.

  “Jagger?! Did you really tell him?”

  He bites the inside of his cheeks to push back his laughter, his eyes filled with it.

  “Me? No... He’s a well-read guy. Rapt is the go-to source for information...” he says, barely withholding a chuckle.

  “Are you fucking crazy?!” she bursts out, grinning.

  “Man, that was fucking epic. What was that again? Something about blowjobs and threesomes,” I mutter.

  “It wasn’t about blowjobs.”

  “Oh, excuse me... I must’ve read it wrong. Perhaps it was implied.”

  “Shut up, Braxton... I can’t fucking believe it,” she says, pinching my thigh.

  “You nailed it, baby,” I say. “I couldn’t have written it better myself.” We start cackling again. “Don’t feel bad. You’ve made a lot of people happy,” I add, serious this time, and we all go quiet. “I mean, besides us obviously.”

  We chuckle again.

  “Ugh!!!” she growls.

  “He’s actually damn right. You do make us very happy,” Jagger says, and she looks at him. He nods softly. “Yes, you do.”

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bsp; She shifts her eyes to me.

  “Yeah... It’s the truth,” I say, and realize none of us are laughing.

  JAGGER

  “The food was good,” Violet says, snatching her glass of wine from the table.

  Swaying her hips enticingly, she strolls to us.

  She wears a short silky robe that barely covers her ass, the neckline plunging straight to her waist. She moves seductively, seemingly unaware how hot she is, and how hungry we are. The dynamic between us has shifted dramatically since she’s shed off her reservations and embraced the idea of us doing what we’re doing.

  Lying on lounge chairs, Braxton and I soak her in. The doors to the patio are wide open, and the breeze rolls in, the ocean, restless not far from us.

  Braxton tosses his drink back and looks up as Violet squeezes between the two of us. His eyes drop to her rear. He rolls his lip under his teeth, and shakes his head, flashing a grin behind her back.

  She slips by him, and sits on my lap. Legs crossed, she faces Braxton, whose eyes seemingly can’t pull up from her crotch.

  Smiling she wraps her fingers around my neck and leans to me, my hard cock straining beneath her butt. The robe loosens at her chest, the scent of the ocean drifting off her skin.

  “Any news about you two leaving?” she asks before she takes another sip of wine, her eyes darting between the two of us.

  Braxton and I exchange looks, none of us in a hurry to give her an answer. She places her glass on the side table.

  “You,” she points to Braxton, and his eyes begin to focus.

  “It depends,” he says, his gaze slanting at me.

  I glare at him before she looks at me and I pull an innocent smile for her.

  “Jagger?”

  “There’s nothing confirmed,” I say, hiding my face behind my glass.

  I take a swig.

  “What about you? How’s the new job?” asks Braxton, shifting the conversation.

  “Great,” she says, frustration lining her voice.

  “What’s the problem, baby?” I say rubbing her back.

  Sadness hovers over her face.

  “I don’t think I want to go back,” she says, torn. “I always loved my jobs, and I loved to work with people. I still do, but the whole thing feels foreign to me now... ”

  Braxton whips his gaze to the ocean, and for a few moments, we listen to the sound of crashing waves.

  “When we grew up, Jagger and I made this pact,” Braxton says leaning back, his hands clasped behind his head, his lips curled into a soft smile, and my heart begins to race.

  “What pact?” she asks, curious.

  He glances at me before he swings his eyes back to the ocean.

  “That we’d never follow the other people’s path. That we’d grow up and live life to the fullest. Like no one else. It was a big dream of ours.”

  “It was...?” Violet asks softly.

  Braxton glances at us, and then he shifts his gaze to me, sadness glinting in his eyes.

  “It was a fucking tall order... it seems,” he says, and I bite my lip, crushing my frustration. “That’s all it was,” he murmurs, and then he rises to his feet and walks away.

  The bathroom door opens and closes. Moments later, the sound of running water travels through the air.

  Violet’s eyes turn to me.

  “It’s because of me?” she asks.

  I shake my head.

  “No. There are many things. You are not one of them... That’s not why he said that,” I say, not exactly truthful. “If anything, you turned out to be more like us, and that’s not something we had planned for. We never thought there would be someone else to share that dream with. Especially a woman.”

  She shifts her position and straddles me, her hair cascading over her shoulders.

  “I can’t be the obstacle for you or Braxton.”

  “You’re not,” I say, wrapping my arm around her and pulling her to me, bringing her to my lips.

  We share the lingering taste of the sweet wine in a soft, breathless kiss as I peel the robe off her. She leans on me, warm and sensual, her hands brushing my skin, her fingers curling around my neck.

  “This is going to be a long night,” I mutter, and a naughty smile flutters across her lips.

  “That’s all there is, isn’t it?” she says, the hint of sadness in her voice reminding me of him.

  The bathroom door opens, and her eyes follow Braxton as his footsteps edge closer. He stops next to us, his skin glistening from the shower, his long, muscular thighs and groin covered by a towel.

  He looks down at me, and then at Violet as her eyes dart between the two of us. He stretches his hand out, and she pulls up to him. Her hand goes to his face, his arm snaking around her waist.

  Naked in his arms, she cups his face as he leans in and claims her lips, her body flush against his. They share a kiss, and the blood begins to simmer in my cock. He grinds into her, and I untuck my towel, and rest my head against the chair as I run my hand on my erection.

  He breaks the kiss, and dips his gaze to my groin, his hand brushing his own dick. I grip her hips and pull her back, laying her on top of me.

  His eyes drift up and down on her before he bends over us, his lips flashing a smile.

  Inches away from her face, he locks my eyes briefly before he takes her mouth and sweeps her into a deep kiss. She jerks and moans and I stiffen under her, my cock squeezed between her butt cheeks.

  “Fuck Braxton. Take it easy, man,” I growl, my erection to the point of bursting beneath her.

  He kisses his way down her body, caressing her skin with passion and tenderness, guided by her moans, attentive to the way she responds to him.

  His eyes glitter enthralled.

  “Open for me, baby,” he purrs with a voice that makes me clench my ass to stop myself from coming.

  She parts her legs for him, and his tongue sweeps her slit. He curls his arms around her thighs and keeps her legs open while sucking on her swollen flesh, making my mouth water.

  Moaning softly, she slips her hands in his hair and moves her crotch against his mouth.

  “Fuck me....” I mumble.

  I’m about to shoot my load as she shudders on top of me, biting my arm, muffling her scream. We both hold her as she climaxes, growling, wild.

  “I need to fuck her...” I bark, pushing up with her in my arms.

  I lay her on the bed, on her fours.

  She’s still panting and shaking, her eyes completely out of focus. I run my thumb over her lips as I stroke my cock. Her tongue flicks out and swirls around my finger, and I thrust it in her mouth. She starts sucking it, and then I lean to her.

  “Suck him off, baby,” I say, yanking Braxton’s towel off his hips, sliding the fingers she’s moistened down his length.

  I give him a long twisted tug, watching his chest explode with a rushed breath. He gives me a fierce stare that hardens my dick even more and slides onto his knees in front of her.

  Her hand goes between his legs as she licks him from the root up to the tip. Then, she props on her hands as he takes control over her. He pulls her hair into his fist and slowly slides his cock into her mouth.

  “That’s good,” he rumbles. “Fuck me... she feels so good,” he growls and rolls his hips.

  I’m so ready to come.

  I wrap my hand around my cock, and get my mouth between her legs, licking her dripping wetness.

  Pre-cum hits my palm as she shakes her hips and moans, her mouth full with him. I pull up to my feet and glue my eyes to his erection as he’s filling her mouth.

  In one swift move, I bury my rod in her, a scream lifting off her lips. I still for a moment, my dick throbbing and twitching as her pussy sucks on me.

  “This is not going to be long...” I say, my voice hoarse, and I start plunging into her, our bodies perfectly synchronized.

  She’s sheathing me with her core while her cheeks go hollow sucking on his glistening cock. She moves in perfect harmony with b
oth of us, pulling us in a trance.

  My eyes trace the sinuous shape of her body, the tempting curves pressed beneath my fingers, the cascade of hair gathered in Braxton’s fist.

  “She’s fucking heaven,” he growls, his eyes swimming with lust.

  I ram her fiercely, with every thrust, pushing her against his groin. She swiftly comes undone, and groans rock his chest, his fast thrusts almost choking her.

  Grunting, he pulls out, and shoots his cum over her lips, hair and back, my own release dripping from inside her body.

  Panting, I crash with her on the bed.

  “Fuck, Jagger...” she cries out, real tears coming down her cheeks before she begins to slow down, her moans becoming soft whimpers.

  I look up at Braxton whose eyes look at me unfocused. He shakes his head slowly, his eyes still burning, feeding that crazy fire in me.

  15

  VIOLET

  The door of the bathroom closes.

  Aftershocks sweep through me, the sensation between my legs turning into a sweet yearning that makes me roll my hips while crumpling the sheet between my fingers.

  “Baby?” he calls me softly. “Hey,” he whispers, his hand cupping the back of my hair. “Talk to me, Violet.”

  I roll onto my back, and he hovers over me, his eyes clear, yet still intense.

  “What is it?” he asks, his palm drawing a long path from the side to my neck, to the dip between my breasts, to my stomach and my swollen sex.

  He touches me gently, and I let out a gasp. He smiles, and leans on me, kissing me tenderly.

  “Is it good or bad?” he asks.

  “I think it’s good.”

  I close my eyes briefly, his lips coming to my temple and my jawline and my cheeks. He’s showering me with kisses.

  “I love it,” I murmur.

  His fingers brush my face, his eyes burning into mine.

  “Me too,” he mutters.

  “How can you be so fearless?”

  “I’m not, baby...” he says and kisses me again.

  “What is it that you fear, then?”

  “That you’re going to give up on me...” he mutters, his eyes holding mine.