Voyeur - Lacey Alexander [63]
When Braden reached in front of her, pressing here and there on the wall of the tub, she wasn’t sure why, until he used his other hand to shift her body a bit. “Move over, just a little.”
As she slid to the right a few inches, the Jacuzzi jet shot hard against her mound, and she let out a high whimper before looking over her shoulder in shock.
“Lean closer,” he said, wearing a devilish smile.
“I’ve already come once—”
“I said lean closer,” he interrupted, using his body to shove her forward, flush against the streaming jet.
“Oh!” The impact on her clit, and from his cock ramming into her, was powerful enough to make her grip the top rim of the tub with both hands.
He continued his slow, deep plunges into her pussy, each pressing her to the stimulating jet. His hands rose to caress her breasts—the massage slow and deep to match the rhythm of the sex.
“Unh . . .” The sound left her involuntarily. It all felt too good.
In the window below theirs, Candy released Stan’s shaft from her mouth, then rose and turned to lay facedown across the table, bent at the waist. Stan massaged her ass for a minute, sawing his cock back and forth in the center. Laura saw Candy’s mouth move. Fuck me.
When Stan entered her, both Laura and Braden released a low moan. Below the water, Laura’s pussy felt utterly pummeled and she knew another orgasm was coming fast. Braden’s breath echoed slow, labored, in her ear. She never took her eyes from Stan, now pounding into Candy with wild abandon. She could see Candy crying out in passion, eyes shut, fingers curled around the table’s edge. Braden’s strokes grew more intense, and Laura met them, her clit worked by the jet on the other side until she said, “Oh God, here I go again.”
This time she erupted with a series of high-pitched cries, the waves of orgasm more brutal than usual, her body jerking. She’d not even come down yet when Braden said, “Ah, God—me, too,” and shoved his cock into her hard, hard, hard, rocking her body so wildly that water splashed over the sides of the tub.
Below them, Laura could tell Stan had just come, too, as he lay resting across Candy’s back, both of them still now and smiling.
She peered over her shoulder at her lover. “And they say it’s hard to have an orgasm at the same time.”
He let out a short laugh, his arms closing around her, and Laura thought she could get used to this. The Braden part, not necessarily the Stan and Candy part. But just as quickly, she reminded herself that she wouldn’t be getting used to it, so she banished the thought from her mind as quickly as it entered.
“Aren’t you going to tell me you came twice?” he asked, his voice holding just a hint of teasing.
“I guess I’m getting used to it.”
“Damn straight,” he said with a definite injection of masculine pride.
Multiple orgasms, she thought, sighing. One more thing she’d better not get too used to, because she’d probably never have them again once she left Braden behind.
They’d stayed in the bath awhile—Braden had offered to wash her hair, so she’d returned the favor. She’d almost regretted it, though, for she discovered there was something so personal, so intimate, about massaging shampoo through a guy’s hair that when it was done, she felt worrisomely clingy to him. It had been about silence, and touching.
She’d never have dreamed the mere act of touching could make her feel so close to a man—but maybe it was the man, maybe it was the way he touched, maybe it was the way he encouraged her to touch. Her emotions were deepening by the moment, and she was suddenly glad Tommy was coming to dinner—a distraction from sex, a distraction from Braden’s large, singular presence in her life at the moment.
She’d packed for comfort, so she donned the jeans and fitted baby blue sweater she’d traveled in, punctuating the simple outfit with a fun pair of socks: the same shade of blue, sprinkled with white snowflakes. She didn’t bother putting on the only