Voyeur - Lacey Alexander [84]
Which made her want it, too—even more than before, more than when it had been only a vague fantasy, a shapeless desire flitting around the edges of her mind. Now it was concrete, real, within her grasp, and she yearned for it—yearned to know how it felt, yearned to experience everything there was to experience with Braden.
He seemed rooted in place by the sight before him, and Laura knew stark passion transformed her face as Tommy continued to rain soft, tantalizing kisses across her neck and shoulders. Each was like a tiny pinprick of pleasure, accentuated by Braden’s eyes, watching another man touch her the same way he normally touched her.
As Tommy’s kisses went on, his arms slowly eased around, his hands sliding sensuously over her stomach like a warm vice. When one rose to gingerly cup her breast, she let out a hot sigh, astonished—still—at how Braden’s gaze ratcheted up her every physical response to the other man.
Soon both of Tommy’s hands closed fully over her breasts, beginning to massage and lift, letting the nipples pucker between the light pinch of thumb and forefinger. Laura’s head dropped back with a thready moan as she arched deeper into his grasp, and behind her, his hard-on pressed more prominently against her ass. “Mmm . . .” she heard herself purr. And that quickly, she was losing herself to the moment, to the situation, to the two men.
When Braden came to stand before her, the very heat of his body made her feel delightfully sandwiched between them. She peered longingly up into his eyes as he lifted both hands to her face. Tommy’s caresses spread over her breasts and belly now, and having them both touch her—despite Braden’s touch holding some remnant of soft innocence—set off the fireworks of reality inside her. And the reality was . . . she liked being touched by both of them at the same time. And she was going to love what was to come. Her pussy wept with anticipation.
Braden’s mouth melded hotly with hers, the kiss turning her even more inside out than usual. One kiss led to another, and another, each hot and needful, until Braden’s thumbs slipped beneath the shoulder straps of her camisole, lowering them to her upper arms. The fabric dropped from her chest, revealing breasts that strained against the tight fabric of the bra.
“Ah, so fucking beautiful, baby,” Braden murmured, his eyes locked on her cleavage. As Tommy caressed her waist and stomach beneath the crumpled cami, Braden’s warm hands captured her aching breasts for a firm, full knead.
“Oh . . .” she moaned, but quick as that, Braden curled his fingertips around the demi-bra’s lacy edge and pulled downward on the cups, just enough to reveal the taut pink peaks. He looked as weakened by the sight as she currently felt.
Tommy’s touches grew bolder as he shifted his hands up to her bared breasts—replacing Braden’s—to massage the soft flesh. She moaned and drank in the heated look on Braden’s face, and her cunt pulsed with wild lust.
Braden’s mouth dropped to one hardened nipple where it jutted between Tommy’s fingers. He suckled deep and intent, making her cry out. She had, at some point, begun to lean back against Tommy, a necessity now for she feared her legs would crumple beneath her otherwise. She looked down, watching Braden’s mouth closing over her as another man’s hand held her.
As Braden moved to her other breast, which Tommy lifted like an offering, Laura knew the sound of her breathing was the loudest thing in the room, although Tommy let out heavy, labored sighs behind her, as well. Braden licked her beaded nipple now—long, languid licks that left it hard and glistening with each stroke.
Without planning it, Laura found herself thrusting her chest farther toward Braden’s ministrations. She lifted her arms above her head and brought her hands down in Tommy’s thick hair. His kisses fell to her neck again, and his hands eased to her hips as Braden took full charge of her needy breasts, caressing with both mouth and hands.
She felt her self-control beginning to wane—her ass grinding