Voyeur - Lacey Alexander [67]
The tips of Braden’s large fingers skimmed back and forth across the front of Laura’s jeans, his sexy touches now officially setting her pussy on fire. She’d never been in a situation like this—having one man excite her while she looked into the eyes of another.
But look she did, since Tommy kept talking. “So how long are you staying here with Braden?”
“Just a few more days.” She didn’t like thinking about that, her “retreat” coming to an end—and so far, she’d chosen not to think about it. For the moment, she remained very much in the present, with Braden’s fingers stroking just above her mound as her foot touched Tommy’s muscular thigh and she looked into his very blue eyes.
Silence pervaded then—Tommy said no more, and neither did she. She wasn’t sure if she could have kept conversing anyway—her throat began to feel clogged, as if that layer of sensuality she’d noticed earlier was pressing down now, almost smothering her. Her breasts felt tight within the cups of her bra—her pussy swollen against the denim that covered it.
“Well,” Tommy said, his voice lower than usual and sounding a bit thick, “I think it’s time for me to go.”
Laura didn’t answer, and neither did Braden. She wanted to get naked with Braden—fast—but also didn’t really want Tommy to leave just yet since she was enjoying his company. And enjoying having her foot against his thigh. Outrageous a realization as it was, she couldn’t deny it. A long, quiet moment passed, that sensuality almost tangible, weighting the air. Until finally, Braden said, “Uh, yeah, I guess so.”
Laura let out the breath she hadn’t realized she was holding.
As they all got to their feet, Tommy thanked them for the invitation, and Braden said, “You bought the pizza, man—I should be thanking you,” and Laura tried to examine what had just happened. Why had they all hesitated when Tommy announced his departure? Were Braden and Tommy feeling what she felt—some confusing sensual chemistry between them all that defied definition? Or was it only her, half-intoxicated and completely misreading it, seeing something that wasn’t there, except maybe in her own mind?
As they moved to the door and Tommy put on a brown leather jacket, he shook Braden’s hand, then lifted one palm to Laura’s cheek, leaning in to kiss the other. Like every sensation that had struck her in the last hour or so, she felt the kiss down below, her vaginal muscles flexing as he pulled away.
“Good night,” he said, then exited out into the dark.
Both she and Braden turned to look at each other. “Great guy, huh?” he asked, but his eyes were glassy with the same emotions currently buffeting her.
She nodded. “Yeah. Very . . . pleasant. Easy to be around.” And he has nice thighs. “I was afraid you were going to rub my pussy right in front of him.” She raised her gaze to his, gauging his reaction.
“I was tempted,” he replied. “You felt too good, baby.”
She slid her arms up around his neck, leaning in to press her body to his. “Well, now we’re alone so you can indulge yourself.”
They lay in Braden’s big bed, the snow cover outside combining with the moonlight to cast a glow over the room. His head rested between her legs and hers between his, and for the first time in her life she understood the true thrill of the sixty-nine position. As Braden rhythmically laved her most sensitive flesh, she sucked his cock deeply, at times releasing it to let it fall between her breasts.
His moans as she cradled his length between the two mounds of flesh reminded her that he’d mentioned wanting to slide between them in one of those early instant message exchanges that seemed so long ago now. This position made it easy, almost natural, and the feel of his hard shaft between her soft breasts filled her with more pleasure than she could have imagined. But then everything was different with Braden—every kiss, every