Voyeur - Lacey Alexander [90]
He couldn’t get over how amazing Laura had been. Just like every other sexual experiment she’d finally given into, she’d quickly abandoned her inhibitions and let herself go—beautifully. Even when he’d come home and found her wearing the lingerie he’d bought for her, he couldn’t have imagined how hot she would be for him tonight, how sexy and willing with Tommy. His pleasure was quadrupled by knowing how far she had come in such a short time, that a couple of weeks ago, she wouldn’t even masturbate in front of a guy but was now pleasuring two of them.
“Anybody hungry?” Tommy asked, apparently shaking free of the lethargy that had stolen over them all. Without waiting for them to answer, he headed to the kitchen, returning with the rest of the brownies and the bottle of wine Braden had managed to open but not pour right before the hot encounter had begun. They passed the wine, each drinking from the bottle, and everyone grabbed a brownie.
Of course, upon spying Laura’s delectable nipples still jutting above her bra, Braden couldn’t resist using his finger to dab a bit of the gooey icing onto one pointed peak, then bending to lick it off. “Mmm,” she sighed, casting a shockingly wicked little smile in his direction.
Tommy followed suit, soon suckling more dark frosting from the other pebbled peak, and from the expression on his sweet Laura’s face, she was content to let them suck as much chocolate from her breasts as they wanted. She looked like a sexy cat stretching, purring, as she luxuriated in the pleasure.
Braden continued applying the chocolate and licking it off, but before long he felt Laura’s fist—around his dick. Groaning, he glanced to see that she’d reached out on the other side of her to grab on to Tommy’s, as well. Damn, the girl was hot—everything she was doing tonight was driving him out of his mind.
Instinctually, he suckled her taut nipple harder, pulling deep, until she moaned. Next to him, Tommy continued laving the opposite peak just as enthusiastically. She tugged on their stiff cocks, stroking, stroking, until finally he realized she was tugging him by his cock, up onto his knees. He let himself be guided and realized she was resituating Tommy by means of his dick, too.
She didn’t hesitate to draw their hard shafts right up onto her tits, raking the heads across the peaks, where they’d both just dabbed more chocolate. She dragged their dicks playfully back and forth across the pointed nipples, using them to wipe the chocolate away. “Jesus Christ,” Tommy murmured, and Braden moaned at the delicate yet arousing sensation of her beaded nipple against his erection.
Next thing he knew, she bent, lifting his cock to her mouth, and began to suck off the chocolate she’d just collected there. His stomach clenched watching her impassioned ministrations, slow and deliberate, as she gazed up at him. He ran a hand through her hair and rasped, “Baby, so hot,” the only words he could get out at the moment.
Then she gave Tommy a turn, lowering her beautiful mouth over him and suckling him clean of the thick frosting, too. He gritted his teeth, moaning.
Back and forth she moved between the two stiff shafts, and whichever one she wasn’t sucking she rubbed across her nipple again. Braden wasn’t sure he’d ever experienced anything so erotic as her slow, purposeful actions, executed with pure confidence—by a woman in charge of her men.
The brownies were long since forgotten as she generously took turns pleasuring them, until Braden finally said, “Christ, baby, stop—I can’t take it anymore.” He knew he could have just come, but he didn’t want to, not yet. And he might have been well practiced in holding