One Wild Wedding Night_ Three-Way - Leslie Kelly [14]
“I’m going to get you for that,” she vowed after Brandon disconnected the call and tossed the phone onto another chair.
“Give it your best shot.” He leaned back, lifting one leg and draping it over the arm of the plush chair. “I’m completely at your mercy.”
His green eyes sparkled with amusement, but Brandon wasn’t the only one who could tease. In fact, Mia knew exactly how to tease him into losing that confident smile.
She parted her legs bit. “Um, my thighs could definitely use some more attention.”
The invitation was immediately accepted. Big hands encircled her thighs and strong male thumbs slid close—achingly close—to the bare lips of her sex. Mia hissed, dying for the completion of the caress, not giving a damn that she’d never even seen the person doing the caressing because all that mattered was the tension rising between her and her one-man audience.
Across from her, Brandon reacted. His laughter faded and he ran one hand through his thick, tousled hair. With a hiss of approval at the show she was providing, he dropped his hand onto his lap, as if to control his physical response.
She didn’t want him controlling it. “More,” she murmured, to both men in the room.
She was rewarded with the removal of two things: the towel covering her bottom. And Brandon’s last bit of control.
Because as he watched a pair of strong hands move over her cheeks and begin stroking—the touch sliding dangerously close to the seam between them—Brandon slowly unfastened and unzipped his pants. Mia gasped as she watched him release himself, his powerful member fully engorged. He stroked it, obviously needing to pleasure himself as he watched her being pleasured.
The sight sent hot, liquid desire flooding to her sex. She swelled so much she had to part her legs even further, which, to the man doing wild and wonderful things to her backside, must have seemed an invitation to go further.
And he did.
She cried out when those wickedly fast hands moved again. Before she could even comprehend it, powerful fingers were sliding between her cheeks. The massage oil smoothed the way as he slid past the sensitive opening of her bottom, which he teased lightly before moving on, as if reminding her of the kinds of games they could get up to this night.
Before she even comprehended the fact that it was happening, she felt his touch gently sliding between the folds of her sex. “Oh, yes,” she groaned, urging him on.
When her masseur slowly slid one finger into her wet channel, she let out a quivery sigh of delight. The man used his other hand to tug her up a bit more, then reached around to toy with her sensitive, swollen clit, until she shook and trembled.
Her eyes locked with Brandon’s and she saw he was stroking himself harder, obviously in no way turned off by seeing what was happening. He appeared as aroused as she was.
“You’re incredible,” Brandon muttered.
It felt incredible, but Mia needed more. Needed to see more, feel more, experience more. “Brandon,” she groaned, begging him without even knowing what it was she begged for.
He rose, kicking off his pants. His throbbing sex was a few inches away and she wished she could bend far enough off the table to cover it with her mouth. She wanted to suck him in a steady rhythm matching the deep strokes of the other man’s fingers inside her, until all three of them were connected.
“How far do you want to go, Mia?” Brandon whispered, repeating his earlier query. He bent until eye level with her, then, before she could answer, covered her mouth with his and plunged his tongue deep. He was warm and delicious and Mia cried out against his lips as the sensations continued to build. They were still kissing as her climax rolled over her, making her gasp and shake against his mouth and against Sean’s slowing hand.
When Brandon lifted away and she was finally able to speak—or breathe—she whispered, “Further.”
His answering smile was positively wicked. “You got it.”
Chapter 4
Every time he asked Mia how much further she wanted to go, Brandon