Holy shit, they’re both inside of me at once. My body detonates in no time, and I cry out as the most intense orgasm roars to life.
“Oh my God. Ahhh…”
“That’s a good girl,” Braden whispers into my ear as he caresses my forehead, causing my core to clench harder.
“We’re lucky fuckers tonight,” Warren says to Braden.
“You’re damn lucky I’m sharing,” Braden responds.
“True that.” Warren removes his hand and licks his finger before sucking it clean. “Fuck, man, she’s delicious. Damn lucky, is right.”
Somehow, they help my lifeless body into Braden’s place withnot much assistance from me. I’m sitting on the couch watching them in the kitchen while they pour wine.
They’ve given no opportunity for doubt to creep in, and for some reason, it still doesn’t come. They’re seamless in their movements and technique, which suggests they’ve done this before. I should probably be worried about that… or jealous. But right now, I just want more, even if I don’t quite understand what that means.
Although I’m pretty sure I don’t need to worry about anything with these two. I’m sure they’ll take the lead, and I’ll eagerly follow, because, like Lucy said, do what feels good. And if what happened on the way here is any indication, they know how to deliver.
Braden
I was honestly surprised Poppy didn’t hesitate when I suggested we go to my place. She’s been quiet since we arrived and still hasn’t said anything. Whether she’s doubting her decision is yet to be seen, but we’re about to find out.
Warren and I are in the kitchen, with a view of Poppy sitting on the couch through the archway. I’m stealthy as I pull him aside to clarify who’s running the show tonight.
“If we’re doing this, we’re doing it my way.”
“Since when? Normally, you like me taking charge.”
“Not this time. I’m calling the shots,” I say sternly.
He holds his hands up in defense. “Whatever you want, man. I’m at your command.”
“Good. Let’s not keep her waiting.” Grabbing two filled glasses, I sit on the other side of the couch and pat the seat next to me. “Come here, Mouse.”
Poppy scoots over, making room for Warren to plop down, enclosing her between us.
I hand her a glass and drape my arm around her waist. “How are you feeling?”
“Good. A little nervous,” she answers, following with a timid sip of wine.
“I’d be worried you had Braden fooled if you weren’t,” Warren says.
“Fooled how?” she asks innocently.
Warren tucks a strand of hair behind her ear before answering. “Well, you’ve got him thinking you’re a shy little thing, yet here you are trying something most people wouldn’t even consider.”
“What does that say about me then?” Her embarrassment is endearing, but it’s the last thing I want her to feel.
“I think it shows that you’re brave and more adventurous than I’ve given you credit for,” I tell her sincerely.
“Or stupid for being promiscuous,” she counters.
I chuckle. “You’re far from. We’re three single adults doing what we want. We won’t do anything you’re not okay with. All you have to do is say no, and we stop. If you follow my lead, I promise you’ll walk away unscathed and more satisfied than you ever thought possible.”
She takes a deep breath and nods once with a look of determination. “So where do we start?”
“Don’t worry about that. Let’s drink our wine, relax, and I’ll take care of the rest. Deal?” I hold up my glass.
“Deal,” Poppy agrees.
