Voyeur - Lacey Alexander [91]
“Then what would you like to do now?” she asked him softly, peering up, eyes wide, lips beautifully swollen.
This was supposed to be all about her, but if she was asking . . .
He drew a fortifying breath. “I’d like to watch Tommy fuck you again. But I want to see better this time, want to see his cock slide into your cunt.” Before, he’d wanted to watch her reaction, wanted to see the heat and pleasure dance across her features, but now his desires had turned to something more feral and animalistic.
In response, she drew him down for a long, impassioned tongue kiss that, under the circumstances, nearly buried him.
He’d imagined him and Tommy giving it to her all night, making sure she was relaxed and pleasured—he’d never once envisioned her being so very giving to them. And as she eagerly stood from the couch and walked over by the fireplace, its glow lighting her pale skin, and as she dropped to her hands and knees to arch her lovely round ass toward them, he was overwhelmed by her hot generosity.
He and Tommy joined her, Tommy positioning himself behind her, also on his knees, as Braden dropped down beside him. Braden skimmed his hand along her porcelain back, the gentle curves of her body, and let his touch dip down to graze her breast underneath. And as Tommy put on another condom, Braden found himself pushing two fingertips into her warm wetness to make her ready for his friend.
She let out a soft sigh as he began fucking her with his fingers. She moved against them, and he fell that much more in lust with her beautiful enthusiasm. “So incredible, baby—you’re so, so good,” he bent near her ear to whisper. “And I’m so ready to watch this sweet, hot pussy take Tommy’s cock.”
“Mmm, I want you to watch,” she answered breathily, and her words tightened his groin. He’d known from the start that his predilection for watching excited her as much as him, but she’d never actually said it until now.
Braden used his hands to part her for Tommy’s entry. He watched intently as his friend eased deep inside her.
“Oh God!” she cried out, and he watched the primal movements as the two came together, watched Tommy’s hard shaft disappear smoothly inside her opening, then slide back out, again, again.
The view nearly paralyzed Braden. Or maybe it was the stark realization. She was giving him so much. All of her. She was doing everything he asked, following his every whim. She wanted to pleasure him just as much as he wanted to pleasure her, even when it meant taking another man into her body so that Braden could experience the intimacy of watching it, of watching her pussy accept a cock other than his. He heard his own thready sigh—and needed more of her.
He’d wanted to watch, yes—but now he needed to be part of the liaison, too. It wasn’t jealousy—it was simply hot, wild desire and rampant need that grew from his gut.
“Lay her down,” he told Tommy softly. “Stay inside her, but lay her down on her side.”
Tommy anchored one arm around her waist, then maneuvered them to the carpet on their sides as Braden had instructed.
Oh God, she looked beautiful, that pale lace outlining her gorgeous breasts, the rest of her curvy and naked, her pussy bare but for the light swatch of hair above it. She looked beautiful moving against Tommy, meeting his slow thrusts, her face etched with passion. She looked beautiful meeting Braden’s gaze through it all—no more shyness now from his sweet snowflake, nothing but unadulterated heat and fearlessness, and she was putting it all out there, for him.
He lay down, too, stretching out along the front of her body, lifting his hands to her face. “I want to kiss you, baby, while Tommy fucks you.”
She sighed and reached out, her hand stroking his chest as he moved in close. Threading his fingers through her hair, he slanted his mouth across hers, pressed his tongue gently inside.
“Look at me, Laura,” he whispered when the kiss ended. “Look at me while he moves in you. Look into my eyes.”
She obeyed the command, meeting his gaze as she met Tommy