Voyeur - Lacey Alexander [74]
Selfish son of a bitch, he thought. You can’t even wait a couple of hours, until the sun sets, to talk to her?
But no, he couldn’t. And as for being selfish . . .
All along, from the moment he’d seen Laura through the webcam, every move he’d made had been for both of them. Bringing her pleasure brought him pleasure. And this was no different. The only selfish part was the interruption, but he had a feeling she’d forget all about that very soon.
“Hey snowflake, take a break for a few minutes?”
The typing ceased as she looked over her shoulder. She wore another one of those skimpy tops he liked so much and had shoved her hair behind her ears. “You’re really pushing your luck today,” she told him, but teasing filled her voice. She rose to her feet as he plopped on the couch, patting the spot beside him.
As soon as she sat down, he eased his arms around her delectable curves and lowered a kiss high on her chest. From there, he lifted his mouth to hers—and damn, no matter how hot things got, he still got off on just kissing her.
“Well,” she said, a bit breathless, “this is the kind of break I like.”
He grinned but grew more serious as he lay her back on the sofa, still in a loose embrace, stretching his body out alongside hers. “You know what I’ve been thinking about all day?”
She shook her head.
“Last night,” he informed her, his voice going deep at the memory—and the knowledge of where he was taking this.
“What about last night? Pizza with Tommy?”
He lowered his chin, gazing down on her as he ran one palm over her tummy, up under her top. “Yes and no.”
She peered up expectantly, clearly waiting for him to go on.
“I was also thinking about how much you loved being filled with two cocks last night in bed.”
A pretty—and predictable—pink blush stained her cheeks. She’d mostly gotten over her shyness about discussing their sex, but he’d known such a statement would bring it back out. “Don’t go all nervous on me, honey. We both know it excited you—a lot.”
She swallowed visibly. “You could tell?”
She thought she’d hidden it somehow? He couldn’t hold in his smile. “Yeah, I could tell, and it got me really hot.” He’d seen Laura in a high state of arousal many times now, but something about last night had been different. Perhaps a deeper surrender? Something he’d felt more than seen? He wasn’t sure how, but he’d known it instantly.
“Well . . . okay. Yeah, it felt . . .” She swallowed again, a testament to her nervousness on the topic.
“Tell me.”
“It felt like . . . I was being consumed, taken, from all directions. Just . . . an incredible fullness I can’t put into words. Almost overwhelming. I . . . couldn’t control my response.”
He grinned, liking her answer, especially the last part. Then proceeded with what he’d come down here to say, lifting one hand to her cheek. “I want to give you the real thing now.”
“Huh?” she asked, peering up at him, beautifully wide-eyed.
He let his voice drop an octave to tell her, “I want to give you two cocks, baby. Two men—at the same time. I want you to be with me and Tommy. Tonight.”
Chapter Thirteen
Laura let out the breath she’d been holding. “Braden.” She couldn’t fathom what he’d just suggested. “Are you . . . are you serious?”
His hand skimmed up her side until the tip of his thumb brushed over her nipple, through her top. The pleasure bit through her as he replied, “I’m very serious.”
She sucked in another deep breath, her mind whirling. She couldn’t deny that she’d suffered hints of the same inconceivable desire when Tommy had been there last night. Yet . . . she couldn’t possibly do something so very hedonistic. “God, Braden, I . . . don’t know.”
“Because the idea doesn’t appeal to you? Or just because it sounds forbidden?”
An image flashed in her head—her, between the two men, their hands roaming her body, their straining cocks rubbing against her. Her pussy spasmed at the very thought, and she quietly admitted, “The second.”
His eyes darkened at her answer, making her pool with