Voyeur - Lacey Alexander [86]
She followed her instincts, letting herself go more in this moment than ever before. Braden wanted to see her with another man—then see her he would.
As Tommy’s shirt fell open to reveal the same muscular stomach he’d revealed at their first dinner, she began to kiss his broad chest, began to kiss her way down it. She didn’t go slow—Braden’s eyes pushed her, made her hungry, made her dirty, brought out the darkest sexual side of her being.
She undid Tommy’s belt, worked the button on his jeans. She unzipped them over the large bulge there and kissed her way farther down. When his cock burst free, protruding from white briefs, she didn’t hesitate to wrap her fist around it, release it completely from his underwear, and sink her mouth down over the head.
“Jesus,” Tommy groaned.
And behind her, Braden rasped, “Ah, God, baby. Suck him for me. I want you to suck him.” And as she took Tommy’s erection deep in her mouth, moving up and down, making him wet, letting her lips stretch to accommodate him, she understood that Braden knew it was for him. He knew it was for his eyes, his pleasure, as much as hers. There was no jealousy that she’d gone down on Tommy before him, nothing but awe in Braden’s voice, nothing but his wanting to push her deeper and deeper into passion. Her pleasure added to his, and his added to hers, so that it multiplied over and over, no matter what sexual act they indulged in, and even now, with another man, Braden knew, as she did, that it was all about him—no one else.
Tommy’s cock was not quite as large as Braden’s but still filled her mouth deep, and she relished working him over while Braden watched.
“Yeah, baby, that’s so good,” Tommy said.
Braden’s hands rubbed her back and molded to her bare hips as he leaned over her, watching. “That’s right, honey. You look so beautiful sucking him. So beautiful for me.”
But soon enough, Braden’s voice ceased, and kisses began. On her back, then on her sensitive ass—and she found herself arching it toward him. She sought as much sensation as she could get, her body hungry and longing for it.
Before she knew it, he was rubbing her pussy with circling fingers, and she pressed back against them, wanting more, more, moaning feverishly around Tommy’s cock. When Braden’s fingers slid inside her, she had to release Tommy to let out a gentle sob. “Oh . . .”
“You’re so wet, baby,” Braden said.
She answered by thrusting against his touch, welcoming it deeper. She could hear her own wetness as his fingers moved in and out.
She stroked Tommy’s stiff shaft, studying the thick column of flesh, veined and smooth, before lowering her mouth back over him and listening to his hot sigh of pleasure above.
And as she took Tommy in at one end, and Braden’s fingers at the other, she knew she wanted still more. She wanted exactly what Braden had known she wanted. Two cocks inside her at once. She pushed her bottom wildly against Braden’s fingers, needing more thickness there, needing the glorious erection she knew stood between his legs. She thrust, thrust, finally whimpering her frustration and sensing he knew she needed it and was teasing her, drawing it out, just to make her lust for it more.
“What do you want, baby?” he finally purred. He was leaning over her now, the warmth of his chest pressing into her back, his voice near her ear. “You want my cock? Is that why you’re wiggling that sexy ass so much?”
She looked up at him, her mouth still around Tommy’s shaft, and their eyes met.
“Jesus, honey,” he sighed.
She released Tommy, her lips swollen yet still hungry. “Please” was all she could say.
Braden kissed her—a quick, warm kiss on her well-stretched lips—and his eyes promised he’d give her what she craved.
A second later his majestic erection glided through the valley of her ass, parting her there, rubbing against the tiny fissure, making her wild with desire. She arched harder against him, which