Voyeur - Lacey Alexander [92]
She reached for him, too, her hand closing firm over his bare hip. She pulled him close, as close as Tommy lay in back. His cock nestled in her slit, and she lifted her leg over his thigh, pulling him against her tighter. “Unh . . .” he moaned at the sweet, slick contact.
She moved against him and found her rhythm, letting his erection slide through the front of her pussy and over her clit. He knew every motion she made brought pleasure now—arch frontward and she met his cock, arch backward and she took Tommy deeper. He’d never seen her so lost to pleasure. Her cries sounded as if they echoed from someplace deep inside. She ground against him, harder, harder, each gyration seeming to draw her deeper into ecstasy.
“So hot, baby, so sweet and hot for me.” He murmured and cooed to her but could tell she hadn’t the strength to respond, too caught up in the joys he and Tommy delivered.
Until finally she broke, crying, “God, now!” as she thrust against him hard, moved faster, rubbing herself against him in hot, wild undulations that were pushing him closer and closer to the edge.
“So beautiful when you come, honey,” he breathed over her, kissing her, touching her face, then stroking his thumbs across her nipples.
“Christ,” Tommy groaned, and Braden knew his buddy was climaxing, too, emptying into her with hard plunges that echoed all the way through Laura and onto him.
The jerking sensations were the last thing Braden felt before he exploded, bursting in three powerful shots across her belly as he yelled out.
They all lay still for a moment—a bit of shock, a bit of recovery—until Braden and Tommy both rolled away and Laura lay on her back before the fire. Braden’s white semen had left her wet and glistening from navel to cunt, and the erotic sight stymied him for a long moment, until he followed the urge to reach down and rub it into the smooth, bare flesh of her pussy. Tommy helped, too, both of them massaging, sensually working the fluid into her soft skin. She rose up on her elbows to watch, parting her legs to let them dip deeper.
The three of them drifted off for a few minutes, lulled further by the warmth of the fireplace, but Braden didn’t think much time had passed when Tommy quietly got up to dress. He returned a few moments later, kneeling to lower a kiss to Laura’s cheek. His hand rested on her smooth stomach.
She opened her eyes to find him hovering above her. “This has been amazing, sweetheart,” he told her. “Thank you for letting me know you this way.”
She bit her lip, still wearing the new coquettish expression Braden had noticed just this evening. “The two of you turned me into a very bad girl tonight.”
Tommy grinned. “You do bad very good,” he said, then glanced at Braden only to add, “Later, dude.”
“Later,” Braden said, then watched Tommy head to the door, put on his coat, and exit out into the cold night. He couldn’t help thinking his friend had left seeming more like his old happy-go-lucky self, his smooth-with-the-ladies self, and though he hadn’t concocted this idea even remotely for Tommy’s sake, he hoped maybe this was that change of pace Tommy had needed to get back in the game.
Propping up on one elbow, he shifted his gaze down to the woman beside him. She’d seemed so cool tonight—startlingly so—but now that they were alone, he had to ask. “You still okay, baby?”
Her expression looked no less than dreamy as she nodded. “That was . . . unbelievable. I’ve never . . . felt so full.”
He couldn’t hide his knowing grin. “I knew you’d love playing with two cocks.”
“And in the end,” she said, “when I looked at you, I swear your eyes fucked me as deeply as Tommy’s cock. When I was between you both, on the floor, it was . . . perfect. Like being fucked from the front and the back, those two beautiful cocks rubbing in me, on me, exactly where I needed them.”
He couldn