Voyeur - Lacey Alexander [85]
A fresh cry escaped her as the hot pleasure rocketed through her. Her body fell into a natural undulation, against Tommy’s hand and his erection behind her, against Braden’s hungry mouth and kneading palms—and for his eyes. Because she still felt his gaze, felt him watching her every reaction, and she relished it.
Tommy’s hand left her crotch only to unbutton her jeans, then lower the zipper. When he eased his fingers down inside, stroking into her wetness, they both moaned.
Braden drew back, looked down—then knelt before her. Wrapping his hands around the waistband of her jeans, he tugged them to her thighs, keeping his gaze riveted on the front of her miniscule panties, Tommy’s fingers inside.
She couldn’t part her legs far due to the denim, but Tommy’s middle finger raked through her damp slit, making her all the more crazy given Braden’s close-up view. She sighed her pleasure—then bit her lip when Braden’s hands rose to her thong, drawing it, too, gently down to her thighs.
“Ah, God,” he moaned at the sight of Tommy’s fingers rubbing her, sinking deep now. “So fucking pretty, baby.”
“So smooth,” Tommy echoed.
“Tell Tommy,” Braden said deeply, “how you shaved this pretty pussy for me.”
She could barely speak amid the rampant lust pulsing through her body, particularly the part they were focused on right now. Tommy’s large finger still raked through her moisture. “I shaved it . . . in the shower . . . when he asked me to . . . while he watched. And again . . . today. For both of you.”
“That’s so hot,”Tommy purred, still touching, touching, and Braden didn’t move, simply watching, up close, until she could have sworn her cunt gaped wider just for him.
When Braden leaned slowly inward, Tommy seemed to know he intended to lick her, so he withdrew his finger and used both hands to part her labia. She shuddered when Braden’s tongue raked over her engorged clit, and she again suffered the yearning to spread for him, and tried even though she knew the jeans would stop her.
Dragging his wet tongue up her center, again, again, he pushed her jeans and thong down farther, all the way to her ankles until she was able to pull one foot free. Then—sweet heaven—she parted her legs so that she could feel each hot lick deeper. Tommy still used his fingers to part her pussy as Braden laved her whole slit from top to bottom. Behind her, Tommy’s arousal pressed harder—so hard—into the center of her ass, so that as she moved instinctually against Braden’s mouth, she felt deliciously stimulated from the back, too. Experiencing that “sandwich effect” again, she gave herself over to it, letting herself feel wholly taken by them both, wholly trapped between them, surrendering to their wants and whims.
Finally, her legs weakened to a point that she had to break through the heat to breathe, “I can’t stand up any longer.”
Braden ceased ministrations, ending with one soft kiss just above her clit, and murmured, “Come on, let’s bring you over here.”
He took her hands and led her swiftly but gently to the sofa. Her legs would barely move—she felt dazed, intoxicated more by the men than the wine now—so he guided her.
Yet being back face to face with him brought on a whole new bevy of desires that had to be acted upon. His clothes needed to come off. And she had to get to his cock. It wasn’t a choice, but a raw need.
Drawing her knees up beneath her on the sofa, she pushed the open shirt from his shoulders, then scrunched the dark T-shirt underneath, trying to get to his broad chest and that six-pack stomach. He helped, ripping them off, and she reached for his belt.
Then she remembered Tommy, who’d sat down behind her on the couch, and he’d been so sweet and generous so far that she didn’t want to leave him out. Turning, she reached boldly for the buttons