One Wild Wedding Night_ Three-Way - Leslie Kelly [15]
One thing he knew, he could no longer remain an impartial observer. He had to touch, to taste, to savor. So, with a nod of warning at Murphy, he reached for Mia’s shoulders and helped her sit up. The other man remained behind her, between the table and the bed, still stroking her hips, continuing the massage as if he hadn’t just fingered her to a rocking orgasm.
“Kiss me, Brandon,” she begged. She reached for him, grabbing his hair, twining her fingers in it.
“Nothing I’d rather do.” He came down to her, covering her mouth in another breathless kiss. When it ended, he tasted his way down her neck, wanting to sample those puckered nipples, roll his tongue across them. “You have the most beautiful breasts,” he muttered before licking one tip. It was as delicious as he’d expected, and hearing her cries of delight made it taste even better.
Sean remained behind her. He was stroking her shoulders now, digging his fingers into the tight muscles there. He probably needn’t have. Any remnants of Mia’s tension appeared to be long gone, replaced by pure sensual pleasure.
“I still can’t believe this is happening,” she whispered.
“Are you all right?” Brandon asked.
She nodded.
“Good,” Murphy whispered, and Brandon completely understood the reaction. Because watching Mia experience what they were doing to her had to be driving the other man as wild as it was him.
Seeing her so into it made him curious about just how much further she meant. So he nibbled and kissed his way down her body. He breathed in the essence of her skin and the remnants of the heady massage oil, knowing her intrinsic scent was much more heady. Especially as he got closer to her quivering sex, pink and luscious and swollen for him.
She’d allowed another man to use his hands on her while Brandon watched. How would she feel about intense oral pleasure under the watchful eyes of a stranger?
“Please, Brandon,” she cried, which gave him his answer.
He didn’t hesitate, licking into her folds, mumbling, “I love the way you taste.”
She answered by arching toward him, groaning when he covered her pretty clit with his tongue and played with it.
Mia gasped and sagged back…into another man’s arms. Brandon watched for a second as another strong pair of hands moved across her shoulders and down, covering her breasts and tweaking the nipples Brandon had just been sucking.
That was when the queasiness started.
He ignored it, focused on her little cries of pleasure as he loved her with his mouth. But even as he brought her to another shattering orgasm, he wondered what would come next. If he asked her again how much further she wanted to go…what would be her response?
Whether they’d go all the way—whether she’d actually take the other man into her body, he didn’t know. A quick tightening of his chest and the unconscious clenching of his fingers told him he probably didn’t want to consider that yet.
He’d set some ground rules with Sean and one of them was that he’d stop short of actual penetration, unless Mia really wanted it. When he’d said that, he’d intended merely to protect her, in case things got too carried away too quickly. He hadn’t considered how he would feel about it.
Well, he told himself he hadn’t.
Because tonight wasn’t supposed to be about finally having the woman he’d been crazy about six weeks ago. It was supposed to just be about having wild, dirty sex with a woman he was hot for…giving her a night she’d never forget, then walking away without ever looking back.
That woman he could take in any number of wicked ways. And the idea of being inside her while she was being pleasured by another man, too, was at the very least intriguing.
But this wasn’t that woman. This was Mia. The sharp-edged lawyer who had an adorably sweet giggle that she almost never let anyone hear. The brown-eyed