She kept her eyes locked on Braden’s as she used her tongue on him, still stroking with her hand underneath and sucking away the pre-come from the tip when it gathered there. Until finally she stopped her licks altogether, nestling his cock warm between her breasts. They still stood plump and pert with the help of the bra cupping their undersides, and he groaned as she began to fuck him that way, letting his still-damp cock slide deeply between. “God, yes,” he murmured above her. “So nice, baby.”
Behind her, the strength of Tommy’s strokes increased until he was pounding into her, hard, harder. It made her boobs jiggle against Braden’s cock. She barely understood the wild pleasure it brought to close her breasts so softly around his stiffness, but it had her sighing in hot joy, pleasing her almost as much as Tommy’s erection.
Tommy pummeled her now, making her cry out at each powerful thrust, until she found herself wrapping her arms around Braden’s torso, hugging him as she met each firm plunge in back.
“Is it good, baby?” Braden asked, smoothing his hands across her shoulders.
“Mmm,” she managed, still taking in each hot drive Tommy delivered.
“Ah, fuck her sweet pussy for me,” Braden murmured, and she knew he was watching Tommy ram into her, watching her take it, feeling the pleasure vibrate through her body as he held her.
“Oh God,” Tommy said suddenly. “I’m gonna come. I can’t stop. I’m gonna come hard.” And with his hands still bracketing her hips, she listened to the long, heavy groan that left him as he delivered impossibly deep strokes that reverberated to her core.
Then he went still inside her, finally releasing a long, exhausted sigh. “Jesus,” he whispered, and she smiled to herself with the feminine pride of having pleasured him.
When he withdrew, she rested against Braden for a moment, his cock still stretched long and rigid between her cradling breasts, but her cunt felt empty, and now she wanted to make Braden come, too. She lifted her head from his stomach to look at him. “I need you back in my pussy.”
His eyes remained glazed, his mouth half open, and his deep groan told her how much her words had affected him. “Kiss me,” he said.
An indulgence she never tired of. She rose, skimming her body upward over his until she could press her tongue warmly into his mouth. He moaned as they traded kisses, her arms circling his neck, his hands dropping to knead her ass. “Fuck me,” she finally whispered. “Please fuck me.”
He sat them both up on the couch, Laura on his lap. “Like this,” he said, then positioned her so they both sat facing the window, his rock-solid length stretching up the crease of her ass. She understood what he wanted and, lowering her feet to the floor, she stood, then sat slowly back down, the move sheathing him.
They both moaned and he felt unbelievably huge, but adjustment to the position came easier now than when they’d first had sex.
She carefully began to move on him, pleasantly aware of her nudity as Tommy watched, aware this was the first time her body had felt so clearly on display since they’d moved to the sofa. She liked his eyes on her almost as much as she liked Braden’s, liked knowing he watched her slide up and down Braden’s shaft, liked the sense of her breasts jiggling slightly atop the tight bra with each movement she made.
Braden’s hands curved over her thighs, squeezing, caressing—then parting. “Spread, honey,” he whispered deep in her ear. Then he looked to their right, to Tommy. “Why don’t you lick her sweet pussy for me while she rides my cock.”
Tommy’s voice sounded strained. “Happy to.” Then he dropped to his knees, situating between her legs. Both hers and Braden’s had opened wide to accommodate him, and she glanced down at her smooth bare flesh, open and pink and waiting for Tommy’s mouth.
His first lick up her moist center was tentative, testing—but oh so welcome, and she sighed as fresh heat rippled outward. “Oh, more,” she heard herself beg without quite meaning to.
“Lots more, sweetheart,”Tommy promised. He drew his gaze from her cunt to her face, then let it drop back again just before sinking his tongue deeply, dragging it enthusiastically over her clit, again, and again.
“Oh God,” she moaned.
Braden’s hands rose to knead her breasts as Tommy’s mouth worked at her below, his hands caressing her inner thighs. Once more, the multitude of sensations and the knowledge that more than one man delivered them nearly overwhelmed her. Tommy’s skilled tongue raked upward, each time ending at her clit, and soon she no longer moved up and down on Braden, but simply gyrated in rhythmic circles on his cock that helped her meet Tommy’s mouth with just the right pressure.
Tommy focused solely on the engorged nub then, licking, licking, each stroke sending a new burst of heat through Laura’s pussy. “Yes,” she whispered, “yes.” Above, Braden tweaked her sensitive nipples between thumb and forefingers, adding to her growing excitement. She understood intuitively that she’d pleasured them, and now they were pleasuring her, their every action designed to push her closer to climax.
“Yes, lick me,” she said on a hot sigh as she watched Tommy stroke his tongue through her feminine folds. “Oh, oh—now suck me. Suck my clit,” she begged, barely aware that she’d suddenly started telling him what she needed.
He obliged, suckling the swollen knob of pink flesh deeply between his lips, until she was crying out, “Yes, like that, like that!”
“Mmm, I want you to come, baby,” Braden purred near her ear. “I want you come so fucking hard.”
“I . . . want you . . . to come, too,” she managed between escalating breaths. “Deep inside me . . . fill me up with it, baby . . . fill me.”
Releasing her breasts in order to brace his hands at her hips, Braden began pumping harder up into her as Tommy suckled her in rhythm with their fucking. As she met Braden’s thrusts, her clitoris rose hard against Tommy’s mouth, achieving perfect friction. She felt herself climbing, climbing, working her way rapidly toward the peak of pleasure, until Braden demanded, “Come for me—baby—now.” And she did.
She toppled headlong into the deepest ecstasy of her life, the waves of release pounding through her body, stretching on longer than any orgasm she could recall. She rode it out—rode Braden’s cock and met Tommy’s hot mouth again and again—until finally the scintillating vibrations began to ebb.
But when Braden yelled, “Ah God, here I go, too!” and pressed her firmly down onto his cock as he drove deep into her in four harsh strokes, the now-faint sensations increased, stretching back through her body, lengthening the orgasm even more.
Seconds later, Laura found herself relaxing back against him, his arms enfolding her. Turning her head from where it rested on his shoulder, she leaned a small kiss to his neck.
Their eyes met. “Doing okay?” he whispered, sounding as spent as she felt.
“Better than okay,” she assured him.
He flashed a sexy and very satisfied smile.
Braden relaxed on the sofa with Laura and Tommy, Laura’s disheveled bra the only scrap of clothing among them. For the first time, it occurred to him that maybe he should feel a little weird about being this intimate with Tommy—they were guys, after all—but he didn’t. They’d been friends a long while, they’d always clicked and been comfortable and frank when it came to sex, and even if it seemed a little odd to be lying naked on the same couch as his buddy, he didn’t let it bother him.
He couldn’t get over how amazing Laura had been. Just like every other sexual experiment she’d finally given into, she’d quickly abandoned her inhibitions and let herself go—beautifully. Even when he’d come home and found her wearing the lingerie he’d bought for her, he couldn’t have imagined how hot she would be for him tonight, how sexy and willing with Tommy. His pleasure was quadrupled by knowing how far she had come in such a short time, that a couple of weeks ago, she wouldn’t even masturbate in front of a guy but was now pleasuring two of them.
“Anybody hungry?” Tommy asked, apparently shaking free of the let
hargy that had stolen over them all. Without waiting for them to answer, he headed to the kitchen, returning with the rest of the brownies and the bottle of wine Braden had managed to open but not pour right before the hot encounter had begun. They passed the wine, each drinking from the bottle, and everyone grabbed a brownie.
Of course, upon spying Laura’s delectable nipples still jutting above her bra, Braden couldn’t resist using his finger to dab a bit of the gooey icing onto one pointed peak, then bending to lick it off. “Mmm,” she sighed, casting a shockingly wicked little smile in his direction.
Tommy followed suit, soon suckling more dark frosting from the other pebbled peak, and from the expression on his sweet Laura’s face, she was content to let them suck as much chocolate from her breasts as they wanted. She looked like a sexy cat stretching, purring, as she luxuriated in the pleasure.
Braden continued applying the chocolate and licking it off, but before long he felt Laura’s fist—around his dick. Groaning, he glanced to see that she’d reached out on the other side of her to grab on to Tommy’s, as well. Damn, the girl was hot—everything she was doing tonight was driving him out of his mind.
Instinctually, he suckled her taut nipple harder, pulling deep, until she moaned. Next to him, Tommy continued laving the opposite peak just as enthusiastically. She tugged on their stiff cocks, stroking, stroking, until finally he realized she was tugging him by his cock, up onto his knees. He let himself be guided and realized she was resituating Tommy by means of his dick, too.
She didn’t hesitate to draw their hard shafts right up onto her tits, raking the heads across the peaks, where they’d both just dabbed more chocolate. She dragged their dicks playfully back and forth across the pointed nipples, using them to wipe the chocolate away. “Jesus Christ,” Tommy murmured, and Braden moaned at the delicate yet arousing sensation of her beaded nipple against his erection.
Next thing he knew, she bent, lifting his cock to her mouth, and began to suck off the chocolate she’d just collected there. His stomach clenched watching her impassioned ministrations, slow and deliberate, as she gazed up at him. He ran a hand through her hair and rasped, “Baby, so hot,” the only words he could get out at the moment.
Then she gave Tommy a turn, lowering her beautiful mouth over him and suckling him clean of the thick frosting, too. He gritted his teeth, moaning.
Back and forth she moved between the two stiff shafts, and whichever one she wasn’t sucking she rubbed across her nipple again. Braden wasn’t sure he’d ever experienced anything so erotic as her slow, purposeful actions, executed with pure confidence—by a woman in charge of her men.
The brownies were long since forgotten as she generously took turns pleasuring them, until Braden finally said, “Christ, baby, stop—I can’t take it anymore.” He knew he could have just come, but he didn’t want to, not yet. And he might have been well practiced in holding back, but sometimes Laura excited him beyond his limits.
“Then what would you like to do now?” she asked him softly, peering up, eyes wide, lips beautifully swollen.
This was supposed to be all about her, but if she was asking . . .
He drew a fortifying breath. “I’d like to watch Tommy fuck you again. But I want to see better this time, want to see his cock slide into your cunt.” Before, he’d wanted to watch her reaction, wanted to see the heat and pleasure dance across her features, but now his desires had turned to something more feral and animalistic.
In response, she drew him down for a long, impassioned tongue kiss that, under the circumstances, nearly buried him.
He’d imagined him and Tommy giving it to her all night, making sure she was relaxed and pleasured—he’d never once envisioned her being so very giving to them. And as she eagerly stood from the couch and walked over by the fireplace, its glow lighting her pale skin, and as she dropped to her hands and knees to arch her lovely round ass toward them, he was overwhelmed by her hot generosity.
He and Tommy joined her, Tommy positioning himself behind her, also on his knees, as Braden dropped down beside him. Braden skimmed his hand along her porcelain back, the gentle curves of her body, and let his touch dip down to graze her breast underneath. And as Tommy put on another condom, Braden found himself pushing two fingertips into her warm wetness to make her ready for his friend.
She let out a soft sigh as he began fucking her with his fingers. She moved against them, and he fell that much more in lust with her beautiful enthusiasm. “So incredible, baby—you’re so, so good,” he bent near her ear to whisper. “And I’m so ready to watch this sweet, hot pussy take Tommy’s cock.”
“Mmm, I want you to watch,” she answered breathily, and her words tightened his groin. He’d known from the start that his predilection for watching excited her as much as him, but she’d never actually said it until now.
Braden used his hands to part her for Tommy’s entry. He watched intently as his friend eased deep inside her.
“Oh God!” she cried out, and he watched the primal movements as the two came together, watched Tommy’s hard shaft disappear smoothly inside her opening, then slide back out, again, again.
The view nearly paralyzed Braden. Or maybe it was the stark realization. She was giving him so much. All of her. She was doing everything he asked, following his every whim. She wanted to pleasure him just as much as he wanted to pleasure her, even when it meant taking another man into her body so that Braden could experience the intimacy of watching it, of watching her pussy accept a cock other than his. He heard his own thready sigh—and needed more of her.
He’d wanted to watch, yes—but now he needed to be part of the liaison, too. It wasn’t jealousy—it was simply hot, wild desire and rampant need that grew from his gut.
“Lay her down,” he told Tommy softly. “Stay inside her, but lay her down on her side.”
Tommy anchored one arm around her waist, then maneuvered them to the carpet on their sides as Braden had instructed.
Oh God, she looked beautiful, that pale lace outlining her gorgeous breasts, the rest of her curvy and naked, her pussy bare but for the light swatch of hair above it. She looked beautiful moving against Tommy, meeting his slow thrusts, her face etched with passion. She looked beautiful meeting Braden’s gaze through it all—no more shyness now from his sweet snowflake, nothing but unadulterated heat and fearlessness, and she was putting it all out there, for him.
He lay down, too, stretching out along the front of her body, lifting his hands to her face. “I want to kiss you, baby, while Tommy fucks you.”
She sighed and reached out, her hand stroking his chest as he moved in close. Threading his fingers through her hair, he slanted his mouth across hers, pressed his tongue gently inside.
“Look at me, Laura,” he whispered when the kiss ended. “Look at me while he moves in you. Look into my eyes.”
She obeyed the command, meeting his gaze as she met Tommy’s strokes from behind. He saw her absorb each one, heard her sigh and moan. He kissed her again, ran his hands over her breasts, down the curve of her slender waist, up her arms and back to her face—for more sweet, hot kisses.
She reached for him, too, her hand closing firm over his bare hip. She pulled him close, as close as Tommy lay in back. His cock nestled in her slit, and she lifted her leg over his thigh, pulling him against her tighter. “Unh . . .” he moaned at the sweet, slick contact.
She moved against him and found her rhythm, letting his erection slide through the front of her pussy and over her clit. He knew every motion she made brought pleasure now—arch frontward and she met his cock, arch backward and she took Tommy deeper. He’d never seen her so lost to pleasure. Her cries sounded as if they echoed from someplace deep inside. She ground against him, harder, harder, each gyration seeming to draw her deeper into ecstasy.
“So hot, baby, so sweet and hot for me.” He murmured and cooed to her but could tell she hadn’t the strength to respond, too caught up in the joys he and Tommy delivered.
> Until finally she broke, crying, “God, now!” as she thrust against him hard, moved faster, rubbing herself against him in hot, wild undulations that were pushing him closer and closer to the edge.
“So beautiful when you come, honey,” he breathed over her, kissing her, touching her face, then stroking his thumbs across her nipples.
“Christ,” Tommy groaned, and Braden knew his buddy was climaxing, too, emptying into her with hard plunges that echoed all the way through Laura and onto him.
The jerking sensations were the last thing Braden felt before he exploded, bursting in three powerful shots across her belly as he yelled out.
They all lay still for a moment—a bit of shock, a bit of recovery—until Braden and Tommy both rolled away and Laura lay on her back before the fire. Braden’s white semen had left her wet and glistening from navel to cunt, and the erotic sight stymied him for a long moment, until he followed the urge to reach down and rub it into the smooth, bare flesh of her pussy. Tommy helped, too, both of them massaging, sensually working the fluid into her soft skin. She rose up on her elbows to watch, parting her legs to let them dip deeper.
The three of them drifted off for a few minutes, lulled further by the warmth of the fireplace, but Braden didn’t think much time had passed when Tommy quietly got up to dress. He returned a few moments later, kneeling to lower a kiss to Laura’s cheek. His hand rested on her smooth stomach.
She opened her eyes to find him hovering above her. “This has been amazing, sweetheart,” he told her. “Thank you for letting me know you this way.”
She bit her lip, still wearing the new coquettish expression Braden had noticed just this evening. “The two of you turned me into a very bad girl tonight.”
Tommy grinned. “You do bad very good,” he said, then glanced at Braden only to add, “Later, dude.”
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