“Mmm,” he moaned, the vibration sending another spark of lust through me.
He lashed me with his tongue and hit my G-spot over and over with his fingers as Brayden broke our kiss and murmured against my temple, “Come on his tongue, darlin’, so I can kiss him and taste both of y’all.” I cried out and he hummed. “Y’all want that, darlin’?”
“Yes, fuck. Want to see you together too.”
“Then come for us.”
Spencer flicked his tongue over my clit before sucking it into his mouth. He slid his thumb down to my ass, slicking my hole. I gasped, and Brayden reached palmed my breast and gently ran his fingernail over my nipple before he pinched it. My insides seized, and I cried out. The buzzing started at the base of my spine and washed over me in waves. I was teetering on the edge,about to dive into an abyss I never wanted to find my way out of. Instinctually, I drew my knees up, rocking against Spencer’s mouth, trusting him to make me fly. I couldn’t tear my eyes away from him—that head of almost-black unruly hair between my thighs. His dark eyes were locked on mine, his lips wet and swollen, his tongue flicking out and driving me wild.
He licked me again, and his eyes fluttered closed. He looked drunk. On me.
“I… I need…” I panted, unsure of what I was trying to say.
“What, darlin’?”
“You.”
Brayden grasped my nape and angled my face up, then kissed me again. But this time there was no slow discovery. He was as urgent as Spencer had been, taking over and dominating our kiss. He slid his tongue inside my mouth and moaned when I met him stroke for stroke. Spencer doubled down, pumping his fingers deeper and finding my G-spot every time. He stroked my ass with the pad of his thumb.
My orgasm hit me like a star going supernova. Everything whited out, blinding lights flashing behind my closed eyelids. My body shook, my hips bowing up off the sofa as I arched into their arms. Brayden swallowed my cries, and Spencer stroked the inside of my thigh with his free hand as I rode out the waves of ecstasy pulsating through me.
Finally it eased, and I was boneless, gasping for air and unable to even open my eyes.
Strong arms surrounded me, and I snuggled into that hard chest I’d become so familiar with in such a short time. Brayden picked me up like I was weightless. I shouldn’t be here like this with them. But I didn’t want to be anywhere else.
“If y’all’re already overthinkin’ this, darlin’, we have to do better,” Brayden murmured as he carried me through the living room.
“I was supposed to say sorry, promise it wouldn’t happen again, and ask to be friends,” I mumbled, my speech come-drunk and slurred.
Brayden chuckled and laid me down on my bed. Spencer must have turned it down, because I was on smooth sheets, not the thick duvet. “Not if we had any say in it.” He smirked and turned, reaching for his husband.
Their bodies crashed together, both gripping each other’s face and nape as the air crackled between them and their tongues met. Brayden broke the kiss and licked over Spencer’s chin before diving in again. Spencer slid his hand down his husband’s back to his ass and squeezed, and Brayden’s hips jerked forward, grinding their cocks together.
If they were going to do this, I needed them naked. I set the tone, throwing my bra to the floor. I shifted onto my knees and reached for Spencer’s leather jacket. It was buttery soft to the touch and slipped straight off his shoulders when he finally let go of Brayden long enough for me to shuck it. I went for Brayden’s sweater next, pushing it up from his narrow waist to his broad shoulders. They pulled back, eyes glazed and chests rising and falling rapidly, their hard cocks tenting their jeans. I watched as they stared at each other, a silent conversation passing between them.
They moved as one, stripping off the rest of their clothes and then facing me on the bed. I sucked in a breath. Spencer’s scowl was pronounced as he stalked forward. I scooted back, instinctively the prey to his predator.
“Fucking gorgeous,” Spencer growled. “Every bloody inch of you is perfection.”
“Isn’t she,” Brayden agreed like I wasn’t sitting right in front of them.
“Spread those legs, Keels. Let me see all of you.”
I flicked my gaze to Brayden, but he smirked. “Y’all’d better do what he says, darlin’,” he teased.
I swallowed hard and followed their instructions. The cool wash of air on my heated pussy sent gooseflesh rippling over my skin. Spencer licked his lower lip and sucked it into his mouth. His eyes flared, desire darkening them as he crowded me, crawling over me until I was on my back and he was hovering over me between my spread legs. “You taste fuckin’ delicious.”
He surged forward, claiming my mouth, and I shifted, lifting my hands to grip his hips and pull him down on me. He came willingly, his stiff cock pressing against my sensitive clit. I shivered, and he chuckled darkly.
“Change of plan,” he growled against my throat.
“Yeah?” I breathed, tilting my head to give him more room to nibble his way up my throat.
Brayden leaned in and kissed me as Spencer rasped, “Yeah.”
He hitched my leg over his forearm and angled his hips so his cock was notched at my entrance. “You’re gonna come on my dick first while I fuck you. Then I’m gonna have that sexy arse of yours while Bray’s in your pussy.” The way he said it, pronouncing the “r”, sounded so proper, but his words were anything but. He had a filthy mouth on him and a penchant for demanding what he wanted.
I was totally here for it.
