Voyeur - Lacey Alexander [89]
Braden’s hands curved over her thighs, squeezing, caressing—then parting. “Spread, honey,” he whispered deep in her ear. Then he looked to their right, to Tommy. “Why don’t you lick her sweet pussy for me while she rides my cock.”
Tommy’s voice sounded strained. “Happy to.” Then he dropped to his knees, situating between her legs. Both hers and Braden’s had opened wide to accommodate him, and she glanced down at her smooth bare flesh, open and pink and waiting for Tommy’s mouth.
His first lick up her moist center was tentative, testing—but oh so welcome, and she sighed as fresh heat rippled outward. “Oh, more,” she heard herself beg without quite meaning to.
“Lots more, sweetheart,”Tommy promised. He drew his gaze from her cunt to her face, then let it drop back again just before sinking his tongue deeply, dragging it enthusiastically over her clit, again, and again.
“Oh God,” she moaned.
Braden’s hands rose to knead her breasts as Tommy’s mouth worked at her below, his hands caressing her inner thighs. Once more, the multitude of sensations and the knowledge that more than one man delivered them nearly overwhelmed her. Tommy’s skilled tongue raked upward, each time ending at her clit, and soon she no longer moved up and down on Braden, but simply gyrated in rhythmic circles on his cock that helped her meet Tommy’s mouth with just the right pressure.
Tommy focused solely on the engorged nub then, licking, licking, each stroke sending a new burst of heat through Laura’s pussy. “Yes,” she whispered, “yes.” Above, Braden tweaked her sensitive nipples between thumb and forefingers, adding to her growing excitement. She understood intuitively that she’d pleasured them, and now they were pleasuring her, their every action designed to push her closer to climax.
“Yes, lick me,” she said on a hot sigh as she watched Tommy stroke his tongue through her feminine folds. “Oh, oh—now suck me. Suck my clit,” she begged, barely aware that she’d suddenly started telling him what she needed.
He obliged, suckling the swollen knob of pink flesh deeply between his lips, until she was crying out, “Yes, like that, like that!”
“Mmm, I want you to come, baby,” Braden purred near her ear. “I want you come so fucking hard.”
“I . . . want you . . . to come, too,” she managed between escalating breaths. “Deep inside me . . . fill me up with it, baby . . . fill me.”
Releasing her breasts in order to brace his hands at her hips, Braden began pumping harder up into her as Tommy suckled her in rhythm with their fucking. As she met Braden’s thrusts, her clitoris rose hard against Tommy’s mouth, achieving perfect friction. She felt herself climbing, climbing, working her way rapidly toward the peak of pleasure, until Braden demanded, “Come for me—baby—now.” And she did.
She toppled headlong into the deepest ecstasy of her life, the waves of release pounding through her body, stretching on longer than any orgasm she could recall. She rode it out—rode Braden’s cock and met Tommy’s hot mouth again and again—until finally the scintillating vibrations began to ebb.
But when Braden yelled, “Ah God, here I go, too!” and pressed her firmly down onto his cock as he drove deep into her in four harsh strokes, the now-faint sensations increased, stretching back through her body, lengthening the orgasm even more.
Seconds later, Laura found herself relaxing back against him, his arms enfolding her. Turning her head from where it rested on his shoulder, she leaned a small kiss to his neck.
Their eyes met. “Doing okay?” he whispered, sounding as spent as she felt.
“Better than okay,” she assured him.
He flashed a sexy and very satisfied smile.
Braden relaxed on the sofa with Laura and Tommy, Laura’s disheveled