Braxton - A Scrooged Christmas

by BSM Stoneking

  “You haven’t talked to her about it?” Anxiety struck Braxton and he began pacing the floor. “Geez, Will! There’s no way she’s going to agree to let you give her to another man, especially not me.”

  “Let me handle Gemma. You’re saying yes to my request, right?”

  Still pacing the floor, he answered, “I am, but -”

  Will cut him off. “Then don’t worry about Gemma. I have a plan.”

  “It’s some numskull idea that’s going to get us both slapped by your wife, isn’t it?” He shook his head and took a big swig of his beer, strongly feeling that whatever Will had planned wasn’t going to work. “Okay, let’s hear it.”

  “I want you to move in with us, to start.”

  Braxton burst into a raucous-bellied laugh. “You’re out of your mind! You can tell her some bullshit renovation lie - or any other lie for that matter - and her response is going to be the same: she’s going to ask why the hell someone with my kind of money would need to stay with you.”

  “Because I don’t want hospice here. I want a friend to help her take care of me.”

  “But Will, you’re nowhere near sick enough for hospice.”

  “I know.” He paused, and Braxton could tell Will was already questioning his plan.

  With a sigh, he asked, “Why don’t you just talk to her? Be honest and tell her you want me to be the one who takes care of her when you pass. Maybe leave out that you want me to make love to her the same way you do.”

  “I do want you to make love to her the same way I do, and I want to show you how.”

  Braxton nearly fell over. He hadn’t thought deep enough into how he would know how to make love to Gemma. He expected Will to explain it to him, but show him…well, that was a whole other thing.

  “You’re right, though. I’ll simply start by telling her I want you to take care of her. I’m not going to tell her I want you to be me. I know that will bother her, so I plan to show you everything while she’s not around. Once I’m gone, you can start doing these things I show you so she feels like a part of me is always there. In time, I’ll bring you into the bedroom.”

  There he goes again, talking about bringing me into the bedroom. “I’m not sure if I’m comfortable with this plan.” Would Will and I be having sex with her at the same time? Would I just be watching how Will does it? Would Will be watching me make love to his wife? It’s all so weird.

  “If you agree to grant my wish, this is part of the deal, or there is no deal.”

  “I’m going to need more time to think about this.”

  “Don’t think about it, Braxton. You’re making this harder than it needs to be, and I want to tell her tonight. If you truly love her, it won’t matter that there are three of us in the bedroom. I’d expect your passion and focus to be all about Gemma. You know what it’s like to lose her, how it feels not to have her in your life. I promise I’m not trying to make you uncomfortable, it’s just that you’re truly the only man I trust to love Gemma the way she deserves.”

  “It sounds so” - perverted, dirty - “wrong.”

  “Please stop thinking of it as though I’m asking you to have a threesome with me and my wife. I’m asking you to be me.”

  Again, Braxton was feeling like Will had lost his mind.

  “Gemma is my world. How many men do you think would take it this far to keep their wife happy?”

  No other man Braxton had ever met on this planet would go that far to psychologically stay with his wife after death.

  “When I finally show you how to make love to her, I don’t want you to picture me physically being present. I want you to” - he knew what he was about to say would sound stupid, but he said it anyway - “pretend I’m already dead, like I’m a ghost and it’s my spirit walking you through it.” Yep, he knew he had worded it wrong, but he needed Braxton to understand this wasn’t going to be a crazy, drunken night of screwing until the three of them passed out in bed together. He wanted it to be special.

  “I can’t believe I’m agreeing to this.” He finished off the last of his beer, now feeling like he had lost his mind, too.

  Gemma agreed to let Braxton move in, but not until Will was in need of extra care.

  Things weren’t going perfectly to plan, so Will altered it a little. Yes, Braxton couldn’t move in until Gemma needed help caring for him, but that didn’t mean the three of them couldn’t spend extra time together.

  Braxton noted every action Will made with her - how he wrapped his arms around her while she cooked dinner, kissed her neck, and said, “It smells great.” Will always opened doors for Gemma. If she tried to do it herself, he would playfully swat her hand, and she would giggle every time, having already known exactly what he would do. He always held her hand in the car and in public. When they went to the movies, Will would send her to save them a seat and then juggle the concession food and drinks on his own. He noted that Gemma liked a half-blue and half-red Icee, and when Will surprised her with her favorite ice cream, it had to be the Rocky Road with chocolate-covered peanuts and swirls of fudge and marshmallow cream. Every Sunday, they rose early to sit on their porch swing and watch the sunrise, holding a cup of coffee. Pongo lay beside them, knowing once they had finished their coffee, they would be taking him on a long walk.

  He memorized every one of Will’s actions, large and small.

  With the amount of time Braxton spent with them, Gemma felt like he had become part of their family. She enjoyed the company of this new Braxton and was happy knowing she could trust him to help her with Will.

  When it came time to bring Braxton into the bedroom, Will knew exactly what to do to keep Gemma from questioning anything.

  The doctors had taken him off the chemo, and he could feel death hovering over him, waiting patiently to claim his soul.

  Now was the time to involve Braxton in their intimacy. They couldn’t postpone it much longer for fear Will would take a turn for the worse at any moment.

  “You’re being silly, Will. Why do you want to blindfold me?” Gemma asked as she sat on the edge of the bed in her red satin nightgown.

  “Because I have something very special planned for tonight.”

  “I can see that,” she said, gesturing to the candles around the room.

  “You have to make me two promises, though.”

  “What’s that?” she asked with a big grin.

  He clicked on the acoustic sounds of a playlist of romantic songs. “Promise me you will not take this blindfold off.”

  She raised a hand. “I promise I won’t take the blindfold off.”

  “And I want you to wear these earplugs, with the same promise.”

  Gemma raised an eyebrow, trying to figure out why she wasn’t allowed to see or hear him.

  “Grant a dying man one last wish.”

  She slapped his arm hard. “I don’t like you saying that.” She looked like she could break into tears at any moment.

  He embraced her face with his hands and kissed her with so much passion, it took her breath away.

  When he pulled away, she didn’t open her eyes but responded, “I promise to keep the earplugs in and the blindfold on.” She still had no idea what he was up to, but after a kiss like that, she no longer cared.

  After two of her senses had been taken away, Braxton entered the room.

  They had both agreed there would be no talking. Everything would be shown through motions.

  As the men took off their clothes, Gemma wondered if Will was still in the room. “Will, you didn’t leave me, did you?”

  He placed a finger over her lips and removed one earplug. “Shhh, no talking, beautiful. Don’t question anything I do to you tonight. I want you to focus on the way I make you feel.”

  She nodded without another word, and he replaced the earplug.

  Taking her by the hands, Will brought her to her feet.

  She reached out to touch him, but he stopped her by grasping her hands in a gentle grip and holding them behind her bac
k with one hand. He had to avoid her touching him, but he didn’t want to take the romance away by tying her up.

  As he kissed the side of her neck, her head automatically dropped to the side, letting her hair slide out of the way. He used the tips of his fingers on his free hand to drag the strap of her nightgown down her arm. He kissed her bare shoulder, where the strap had just been, which made her shiver.

  Cautiously, he let go of her hands, and he was thankful when she left them there.

  From one shoulder to the other, he kissed her skin, tasting her peach body wash. The taste mixed with the smell of the peach-scented candles, making her beyond delectable.

  The other strap was pulled down her arm, and she dropped her head to the other side, inviting him to kiss that side of her neck in the same way.

  As the strap drifted down her arm, her nightgown slipped to her feet.

  Braxton held back a gasp at the sight of her beautiful body and continued to watch Will’s every move. When Will had first talked about bringing him into the bedroom, he was certain it would be awkward. He was baffled by his current emotions. Everything about this felt right.

  Will crept from her neck up to her ear and nibbled at her lobe.

  Gemma’s feet nearly went out from under her. He knows how wild that makes me feel.

  He embraced her in his arms to keep her from falling.

  She tried to wrap her arms around his neck, but again, he placed them behind her back. Not being allowed to touch him was killing her. She loved running her hands over his tan body and feeling the way the heat rolled off his skin, increasing the deep passion between them.

  Will waved Braxton over, gesturing for him to repeat exactly what he’d done.

  Everything about this felt right to Braxton, but that didn’t stop the nervousness of feeling Gemma’s body against his own. His hands shook a little and his body slightly trembled as he approached her. He looked to Will, who silently told him to breathe. Deep breath in, hold it for a moment, let it out, repeat. His hands stopped shaking, but he bit his lip at the thought of putting his mouth on her.

  Out of Gemma’s reach, Will gestured for Braxton to go ahead.

  Both men had both put on Gemma’s favorite cologne, one she had given to Will, in hopes of throwing her off, but it didn’t stop her from instantly knowing something had changed. She linked her fingers behind her back, attempting to force away the first thought crossing her mind.

  Braxton kissed her bare shoulder the same way Will had, and Gemma deliberately leaned her body into him, pressing her breast against his chiseled skin. She instantly knew, this wasn’t her husband.

  So many thoughts raced through her mind. The only man this could be is Braxton. Why are they tricking me like this? Should I break my promise and rip off this blindfold? She was just about to shove him away when Will’s words crossed her mind: Grant a dying man one last wish.

  She held her breath and let Braxton continue, uncertain how far she could allow them to take this.

  While he made his way to the other side of her neck, Gemma tried to relax, letting her head fall back. My husband is here, and if this is what he wants, I’m going to try my best to grant him this one last wish.

  A nibble to her ear gave Braxton the same response she had given Will. Her knees went wobbly, and before Braxton could catch her, she fell back onto the bed.

  Will smiled, having known she would do that if Braxton didn’t catch her. He traded places with him, ready to demonstrate the next thing that would make his wife squirm.

  He gripped her hips and pulled her ass to the edge of the bed before moving to kneel before her.

  The grip and quick tug instantly told her Will was back.

  Gemma enjoyed a little teasing from the tip of Will’s tongue before he let it slip into her. Little flicks against her clit began to make her flower swell with excitement. The little bud hardened under his soft strokes as he allowed his saliva to drip from his tongue and roll to her center.

  She loved the feeling of the warm liquid slipping from his mouth. The way it created a slight chill as he let out a short breath of air had her reaching for her nipples.

  With little tugs and some pinching, she plucked them to a point, which was Will’s sign she was ready for everything he had to give.

  He let the back of his tongue drag down to her center then shoved it deep inside, pressing his face hard into her. Gemma gripped his hair and ground her body into him. His nose pressed against her clit, causing an instant orgasm for her.

  She moaned in pleasure, pulling at his hair and pinching her nipple. When she tried to squirm away from him because her clit became too sensitive to the aftershocks, Will yanked her back to the edge of the bed and locked his mouth around her, sending her into another orgasm. She began tugging on her own hair, gripped the sheet of the bed, and arched her back as her screams grew louder.

  When her climax began to fade, Will took his thumb and rubbed her clit in slow, gentle strokes.

  “Oh gawd Will, don’t stop doing that.”

  The strokes were so light and soft that as her climax faded, another began to rise right behind it.

  This time as her orgasm hit, she tried to sit up. “Oh, fuck! Yes, right there!”

  Will shoved her back to the bed then dipped his tongue in and out of her.

  Her back arched again, but it didn’t stay there long. She dropped flat on the bed then began raising her hips to meet the waves of her orgasm. Will put his hands under her butt and held her hips in the air.

  Third orgasm was the charm. It always surpassed the others and lasted much longer.

  Slowly, the wave of pleasure diminished, and Will lowered her body back to the bed.

  She was panting heavily, and Braxton wondered if she could handle a second round of what Will had just done.

  Will got to his feet, wiped his face with a huge grin, and then gestured to Braxton to indicate it was his turn.

  Braxton smiled, shaking his head. He had watched Will as closely as he could with what little bit of light they had, but he had zero confidence he could make Gemma respond in the same way.

  Will readjusted Gemma so she was back to the edge of the bed, feet dangling over the side, legs spread invitingly, then again gestured for Braxton to come closer.

  Full of hesitation, he kneeled before her.

  “Soft teasing flicks to her clit to begin,” Will whispered in his ear. “It’s okay to let your saliva drip on her. She not only likes it, she wants it.”

  “Will?” Gemma couldn’t help but question the long pause. Normally, he would be inside her already.

  He put a finger over her lips again, placed his lips near her ear, and hushed her.

  She smiled at his proximity and desperately wanted to wrap her body around his.

  Braxton’s tongue tapped her clit a little too soon. She knew Will hadn’t returned to the floor quite yet. Is he really going to allow Braxton to do this to me? Of course he is - he’s the one who invited him into our bedroom. I should be asking myself if I’m going to allow Braxton to do this to me.

  Before she could fully decide, the back of his tongue dragged from her clit down to her center, and then Braxton’s tongue was buried deep inside her. His face pressed so hard into her body, he couldn’t breathe, and that’s when another orgasm struck.

  Her body vibrated around his tongue, and even though Will hadn’t done it, he shook his head slightly so she could fully ride his face.

  “Oh, fuck!” The orgasm sent her flying. She wrapped her fingers into his hair and held him there until he had to pull away for air.

  He took a deep gasp of air but kept his thumb on her clit.

  Even if she hadn’t grabbed Braxton’s hair, she still would have known it wasn’t her husband between her legs. The shaking head was not something Will did to her.

  Braxton looked at Will, half expecting Gemma to put an immediate stop to this, but Will gave him a wink and a nod of encouragement to keep going.

  Gemma was still b
reathing heavily and playing with her nipple, so he took that as his sign that it was okay to keep going.

  He locked his mouth around the center of her flower, sucked, dipped, and continued to massage her clit. When another orgasm hit, she shot up so fast it startled Braxton and he pulled away.

  Gemma cried out, losing the orgasm, and Will shoved Braxton’s face back between her legs. “Don’t stop,” he ordered a little too loudly.

  “Yes, don’t stop!” she responded.

  Shit! She heard me, or was that just a word of pleasure followed by a demand?

  “Yes, yes!” she screamed, raising her hips in the air.

  Braxton did as he had seen Will do and placed his hands under her butt to hold her in the air. He loved how vocal she was and wanted nothing more than to hear her screams of gratification grow louder.

  Unexpectedly, she tried to pull back from him, but he gripped her hip and held her body to his face.

  His refusal to let her go sent her sensitive clit into overdrive.

  Her body arched so high it brought her to the top of her head. Her arms dangled out beside her like wings, and the mountain of pleasure peaked so hard she nearly called out his name.

  When her back relaxed back down on the mattress, he could tell her orgasm was finished. He lowered her butt and looked at Will for confirmation.

  Will gave him a thumbs-up, looking completely satisfied. He knew when he was gone, Braxton would have no trouble keeping Gemma happy in all areas of her life.

  The men traded places again, and this time when he pulled Gemma to the edge of the bed, his cock was waiting for her.

  She leaned back on her hands and wished her eyes weren’t covered. Watching him slide into her always turned her on. The way he would take his time to slip inside, while keeping his eyes locked on hers was one of her favorite things about making love to Will, and he loved it just as much.

  He shooed Braxton into the shadows of the room then uncovered her eyes.

  She blinked fast a couple of times, thankful the candles weren’t too bright. She did a quick glance around the room, but saw no one besides Will.

  Their gazes connected and she glanced between him and his head sitting at her entrance.