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by Lacey Alexander


  “No, I didn’t see.” His voice had deepened, and his musky scent enveloped her. “But I would have liked to.”

  She dared to peer over her shoulder at him, to meet his eyes, that close. “Braden asked me if it excited me to know someone somewhere might be watching.”

  “What did you say?”

  Her own voice came out surprisingly raspy. “I said yes.”

  She didn’t flinch when Tommy lowered a gentle kiss to her shoulder, his mustache teasing her skin. He whispered softly in her ear. “Is this okay? For me to touch you?”

  I think so.

  But no, no doubts—only certainty. “Yes.”

  It felt no less than surreal as he delivered another small kiss in the same spot, but this time she leaned her head to the side, arching her neck for him, thinking, This is really happening, really happening. And if any last vestiges of fear lingered inside her, they disappeared when she glanced toward the kitchen and found Braden watching. As always, his eyes fueled her.

  He dropped the dish towel in his hand to the dining table and stepped into the living room. He moved his lips to say, Don’t be afraid. I want this.

  Which made her want it, too—even more than before, more than when it had been only a vague fantasy, a shapeless desire flitting around the edges of her mind. Now it was concrete, real, within her grasp, and she yearned for it—yearned to know how it felt, yearned to experience everything there was to experience with Braden.

  He seemed rooted in place by the sight before him, and Laura knew stark passion transformed her face as Tommy continued to rain soft, tantalizing kisses across her neck and shoulders. Each was like a tiny pinprick of pleasure, accentuated by Braden’s eyes, watching another man touch her the same way he normally touched her.

  As Tommy’s kisses went on, his arms slowly eased around, his hands sliding sensuously over her stomach like a warm vice. When one rose to gingerly cup her breast, she let out a hot sigh, astonished—still—at how Braden’s gaze ratcheted up her every physical response to the other man.

  Soon both of Tommy’s hands closed fully over her breasts, beginning to massage and lift, letting the nipples pucker between the light pinch of thumb and forefinger. Laura’s head dropped back with a thready moan as she arched deeper into his grasp, and behind her, his hard-on pressed more prominently against her ass. “Mmm . . .” she heard herself purr. And that quickly, she was losing herself to the moment, to the situation, to the two men.

  When Braden came to stand before her, the very heat of his body made her feel delightfully sandwiched between them. She peered longingly up into his eyes as he lifted both hands to her face. Tommy’s caresses spread over her breasts and belly now, and having them both touch her—despite Braden’s touch holding some remnant of soft innocence—set off the fireworks of reality inside her. And the reality was . . . she liked being touched by both of them at the same time. And she was going to love what was to come. Her pussy wept with anticipation.

  Braden’s mouth melded hotly with hers, the kiss turning her even more inside out than usual. One kiss led to another, and another, each hot and needful, until Braden’s thumbs slipped beneath the shoulder straps of her camisole, lowering them to her upper arms. The fabric dropped from her chest, revealing breasts that strained against the tight fabric of the bra.

  “Ah, so fucking beautiful, baby,” Braden murmured, his eyes locked on her cleavage. As Tommy caressed her waist and stomach beneath the crumpled cami, Braden’s warm hands captured her aching breasts for a firm, full knead.

  “Oh . . .” she moaned, but quick as that, Braden curled his fingertips around the demi-bra’s lacy edge and pulled downward on the cups, just enough to reveal the taut pink peaks. He looked as weakened by the sight as she currently felt.

  Tommy’s touches grew bolder as he shifted his hands up to her bared breasts—replacing Braden’s—to massage the soft flesh. She moaned and drank in the heated look on Braden’s face, and her cunt pulsed with wild lust.

  Braden’s mouth dropped to one hardened nipple where it jutted between Tommy’s fingers. He suckled deep and intent, making her cry out. She had, at some point, begun to lean back against Tommy, a necessity now for she feared her legs would crumple beneath her otherwise. She looked down, watching Braden’s mouth closing over her as another man’s hand held her.

  As Braden moved to her other breast, which Tommy lifted like an offering, Laura knew the sound of her breathing was the loudest thing in the room, although Tommy let out heavy, labored sighs behind her, as well. Braden licked her beaded nipple now—long, languid licks that left it hard and glistening with each stroke.

  Without planning it, Laura found herself thrusting her chest farther toward Braden’s ministrations. She lifted her arms above her head and brought her hands down in Tommy’s thick hair. His kisses fell to her neck again, and his hands eased to her hips as Braden took full charge of her needy breasts, caressing with both mouth and hands.

  She felt her self-control beginning to wane—her ass grinding slowly against Tommy’s hardness behind her as she watched Braden laving her delighted breasts with wet licks and kisses. And just when she thought she could exist happily like that forever, one of Tommy’s hands skimmed inward, over her jeans, until he was stroking between her thighs.

  A fresh cry escaped her as the hot pleasure rocketed through her. Her body fell into a natural undulation, against Tommy’s hand and his erection behind her, against Braden’s hungry mouth and kneading palms—and for his eyes. Because she still felt his gaze, felt him watching her every reaction, and she relished it.

  Tommy’s hand left her crotch only to unbutton her jeans, then lower the zipper. When he eased his fingers down inside, stroking into her wetness, they both moaned.

  Braden drew back, looked down—then knelt before her. Wrapping his hands around the waistband of her jeans, he tugged them to her thighs, keeping his gaze riveted on the front of her miniscule panties, Tommy’s fingers inside.

  She couldn’t part her legs far due to the denim, but Tommy’s middle finger raked through her damp slit, making her all the more crazy given Braden’s close-up view. She sighed her pleasure—then bit her lip when Braden’s hands rose to her thong, drawing it, too, gently down to her thighs.

  “Ah, God,” he moaned at the sight of Tommy’s fingers rubbing her, sinking deep now. “So fucking pretty, baby.”

  “So smooth,” Tommy echoed.

  “Tell Tommy,” Braden said deeply, “how you shaved this pretty pussy for me.”

  She could barely speak amid the rampant lust pulsing through her body, particularly the part they were focused on right now. Tommy’s large finger still raked through her moisture. “I shaved it . . . in the shower . . . when he asked me to . . . while he watched. And again . . . today. For both of you.”

  “That’s so hot,”Tommy purred, still touching, touching, and Braden didn’t move, simply watching, up close, until she could have sworn her cunt gaped wider just for him.

  When Braden leaned slowly inward, Tommy seemed to know he intended to lick her, so he withdrew his finger and used both hands to part her labia. She shuddered when Braden’s tongue raked over her engorged clit, and she again suffered the yearning to spread for him, and tried even though she knew the jeans would stop her.

  Dragging his wet tongue up her center, again, again, he pushed her jeans and thong down farther, all the way to her ankles until she was able to pull one foot free. Then—sweet heaven—she parted her legs so that she could feel each hot lick deeper. Tommy still used his fingers to part her pussy as Braden laved her whole slit from top to bottom. Behind her, Tommy’s arousal pressed harder—so hard—into the center of her ass, so that as she moved instinctually against Braden’s mouth, she felt deliciously stimulated from the back, too. Experiencing that “sandwich effect” again, she gave herself over to it, letting herself feel wholly taken by them both, wholly trapped between them, surrendering to their wants and whims.

  Finally, her legs weakene
d to a point that she had to break through the heat to breathe, “I can’t stand up any longer.”

  Braden ceased ministrations, ending with one soft kiss just above her clit, and murmured, “Come on, let’s bring you over here.”

  He took her hands and led her swiftly but gently to the sofa. Her legs would barely move—she felt dazed, intoxicated more by the men than the wine now—so he guided her.

  Yet being back face to face with him brought on a whole new bevy of desires that had to be acted upon. His clothes needed to come off. And she had to get to his cock. It wasn’t a choice, but a raw need.

  Drawing her knees up beneath her on the sofa, she pushed the open shirt from his shoulders, then scrunched the dark T-shirt underneath, trying to get to his broad chest and that six-pack stomach. He helped, ripping them off, and she reached for his belt.

  Then she remembered Tommy, who’d sat down behind her on the couch, and he’d been so sweet and generous so far that she didn’t want to leave him out. Turning, she reached boldly for the buttons on his shirt, and he leaned back, watching her undo them. She knew that surely Braden watched, too, and as always, his eyes injected in her a whole new wanton passion.

  She followed her instincts, letting herself go more in this moment than ever before. Braden wanted to see her with another man—then see her he would.

  As Tommy’s shirt fell open to reveal the same muscular stomach he’d revealed at their first dinner, she began to kiss his broad chest, began to kiss her way down it. She didn’t go slow—Braden’s eyes pushed her, made her hungry, made her dirty, brought out the darkest sexual side of her being.

  She undid Tommy’s belt, worked the button on his jeans. She unzipped them over the large bulge there and kissed her way farther down. When his cock burst free, protruding from white briefs, she didn’t hesitate to wrap her fist around it, release it completely from his underwear, and sink her mouth down over the head.

  “Jesus,” Tommy groaned.

  And behind her, Braden rasped, “Ah, God, baby. Suck him for me. I want you to suck him.” And as she took Tommy’s erection deep in her mouth, moving up and down, making him wet, letting her lips stretch to accommodate him, she understood that Braden knew it was for him. He knew it was for his eyes, his pleasure, as much as hers. There was no jealousy that she’d gone down on Tommy before him, nothing but awe in Braden’s voice, nothing but his wanting to push her deeper and deeper into passion. Her pleasure added to his, and his added to hers, so that it multiplied over and over, no matter what sexual act they indulged in, and even now, with another man, Braden knew, as she did, that it was all about him—no one else.

  Tommy’s cock was not quite as large as Braden’s but still filled her mouth deep, and she relished working him over while Braden watched.

  “Yeah, baby, that’s so good,” Tommy said.

  Braden’s hands rubbed her back and molded to her bare hips as he leaned over her, watching. “That’s right, honey. You look so beautiful sucking him. So beautiful for me.”

  But soon enough, Braden’s voice ceased, and kisses began. On her back, then on her sensitive ass—and she found herself arching it toward him. She sought as much sensation as she could get, her body hungry and longing for it.

  Before she knew it, he was rubbing her pussy with circling fingers, and she pressed back against them, wanting more, more, moaning feverishly around Tommy’s cock. When Braden’s fingers slid inside her, she had to release Tommy to let out a gentle sob. “Oh . . .”

  “You’re so wet, baby,” Braden said.

  She answered by thrusting against his touch, welcoming it deeper. She could hear her own wetness as his fingers moved in and out.

  She stroked Tommy’s stiff shaft, studying the thick column of flesh, veined and smooth, before lowering her mouth back over him and listening to his hot sigh of pleasure above.

  And as she took Tommy in at one end, and Braden’s fingers at the other, she knew she wanted still more. She wanted exactly what Braden had known she wanted. Two cocks inside her at once. She pushed her bottom wildly against Braden’s fingers, needing more thickness there, needing the glorious erection she knew stood between his legs. She thrust, thrust, finally whimpering her frustration and sensing he knew she needed it and was teasing her, drawing it out, just to make her lust for it more.

  “What do you want, baby?” he finally purred. He was leaning over her now, the warmth of his chest pressing into her back, his voice near her ear. “You want my cock? Is that why you’re wiggling that sexy ass so much?”

  She looked up at him, her mouth still around Tommy’s shaft, and their eyes met.

  “Jesus, honey,” he sighed.

  She released Tommy, her lips swollen yet still hungry. “Please” was all she could say.

  Braden kissed her—a quick, warm kiss on her well-stretched lips—and his eyes promised he’d give her what she craved.

  A second later his majestic erection glided through the valley of her ass, parting her there, rubbing against the tiny fissure, making her wild with desire. She arched harder against him, which pressed her breasts around Tommy’s damp shaft, and together, they all groaned.

  The sweet stimulation was grand—but she still needed more. “Fuck me, Braden. Please fuck me—now.”

  “Aw, honey,” he ground out roughly through clenched teeth, then the tip of his long shaft pressed against her eager opening, pausing for just a second before plunging inside.

  She cried out—amazed, as always, by the stunning, shocking pleasure of the entry, the very sense of fullness it provided. And she didn’t hesitate to lift her head, reach for Tommy’s erection, then lower her lips back over it.

  Both guys moaned, and she sank into a deep and total bliss to have reached this unfathomable moment, to have two long, hard, beautiful cocks inside her body at once. Both of them moved in her, fucking both pussy and mouth in even, rhythmic strokes that took over her senses, made her stop thinking, made her do nothing but feel, absorb, drink them in, soak up their marvelous controlled power. She’d never felt so very taken before, so physically possessed. She delighted in the sense of utter wantonness that overcame her as she gave her body completely, thrusting her cunt at Braden as she vigorously suckled Tommy.

  They moved that way together until she was drunk on it, until she felt mindless, an embodiment of pure sex, pure pleasure—nothing else mattered but physical fulfillment.

  It was then that Braden’s fingers snaked around her hip, dipping to stroke her clit. Wildfire seemed to ignite in her very core, spreading rapidly outward until it consumed her whole body. She drove harder against Braden’s cock, taking it deeper, inviting more punishing strokes. Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me. She’d have screamed it if her mouth hadn’t been filled with Tommy’s thick shaft, but she wasn’t willing to give that up, merely sighing hotly around it instead.

  When Braden loosed his other hand from her hip to stroke his thumb across her anus, it was all the stimulation she needed to explode into orgasm—screaming around Tommy’s cock as blinding pleasure burst through her nether regions in paralyzing pulses of heat and light. Oh, oh, oh! She shut her eyes, let the swallowing climax own her, stretch through her, as her two lovers continued to fill her.

  When it was done, exhaustion gripping her, she released Tommy to sink to the couch, her head on his denim-clad thigh. The move forced Braden’s cock to leave her, as well, and she turned on her side to look at him. His eyes, not surprisingly, already shone on hers, brimming with wonder. His warm hand squeezed her bare hip. “Are you okay, honey?”

  She tried to smile, but her lips were too worn out at the moment. “Yes. Good,” she breathed.

  He leaned closer. “You are incredible. You know that, don’t you?”

  This time, she managed to wrench her mouth into a soft grin. “You’re incredible. The things you make me feel, make me experience.” It dawned on her then that her head still lay on Tommy’s firm thigh, so she shifted her eyes upward. “You, too.”

  He
let out a gentle laugh. “I haven’t really done anything.”

  She bit her lip and glanced toward his still-erect shaft, not far from where her head rested. “But you have a nice cock.” She even reached up to pet it, making him sigh as Braden chuckled softly.

  “Damn,” Tommy whispered. “I want to fuck you so bad right now I can taste it.”

  “Can you take it?” Braden asked her. “Can you take Tommy in your tight little pussy?”

  Laura’s cunt flared with desire as she purred, “Mmm, yes, I think I can.”

  Chapter Fifteen

  “Then I want you to have him.” Braden’s voice dropped lower. “I want to watch him fuck you, honey, so, so deep.”

  With that, he took her hands and guided her, switching her position on the sofa so that she faced Braden, her ass turned toward Tommy. She didn’t rise up on her knees—too tired—but instead pulled them up under her in a more relaxed pose.

  Behind her, she heard the rip of paper and knew Tommy was putting on a condom. Then his hands closed warmly on her hips, massaging, whispering how hot she was, how sexy, how giving, and how well she’d sucked him. She peered at Braden the whole time, who lay stretched out across the end of the couch, naked now, and looking good enough to eat. Which was exactly what she intended to do. Her mouth was tired, but not that tired.

  Perching between Braden’s parted legs, she wrapped her hand around his erection as Tommy began to ease into her from the rear. She pumped Braden lightly as all three of them moaned in unison, then sank her mouth over him. He tasted salty, sweet, with her juices, and that somehow made the intimacy even deeper.

  She pushed back against Tommy and knew she was taking him to the hilt when her ass pressed against his pelvis. Again, she was full with two gloriously hard shafts. She cupped Braden’s balls in her hand as she moved her mouth up and down his length, and she sensed Tommy’s colliding with her mound as he began to deliver short, firm strokes.

  Releasing Braden from her lips, she licked him from bottom to top, then swirled her tongue around the head as Tommy drove at her from behind. All the while, she savored the ability to delight them both at once with different parts of her body.

 

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