He paused, and I realized he was waiting for my consent.
“Yes,” I whispered, and he rolled his hips. His cockhead slid into me. I moaned and wrapped my legs around his waist, crossing my ankles at his ass. He thrust forward, sinking into me in one smooth move. I choked out a cry at the intrusion and moaned when he leaned down and sucked my lower lip into his mouth. He scraped his teeth over it and withdrew to his cockhead before reversing course and punching his hips forward again.
He was going slow, but hard and deep, and every time he bottomed out inside me, it was as if he’d hooked my orgasm. He wound it in with every thrust, bringing it to the surface. Spencer pulled back, and I watched as he and Brayden locked lips and tangled their tongues together. I ran my hand up Spencer’s muscular back and dug my fingers into the thick sinew along his spine as he withdrew. He growled and snapped his hips forward again, making my insides light up like a Fourth of July fireworks spectacular.
I moaned and reached for Brayden. I needed to be touching both of them. I closed my fingers around his generous cock and slid my thumb over his slit, spreading the precum gathered there. I needed him too. It was crazy, and I was greedy, but I’d never felt this kind of visceral connection—this blinding lust—with anyone before.
Brayden moaned and slid his hand between Spencer’s and my bodies, his fingers bracketing my clit as he massaged me. I gasped and I was there, teetering on the edge of another orgasm.
“Oh fuck,” Spencer moaned. “Jesus Christ, you’re strangling my dick.” He shifted, then thrust again and hit my G-spot dead-on.
Tingles erupted over me, gooseflesh following in their wake. I cried out, and my pussy contracted, trying to force him to stay deep inside me. But Spencer was stronger. He pulled back and fucked into me with short sharp thrusts, nailing that spot that would throw me over the edge into ecstasy.
“Oh God,” I breathed and arched up as another orgasm washed over me. I was tossed around like a ragdoll, my body convulsing with each contraction from my core. I floated. Dopamine coursed through my veins. I wanted to laugh, to sing and dance. But I couldn’t move. My arms and legs were Jell-O, and my head was so heavy, I couldn’t even open my eyes.
I choked out a cry when Spencer pulled out, his cock still achingly hard. I managed to crack my eyes open and watched as he winced, gripping the base hard enough to hurt. He flopped down next to me, and Brayden groaned.
“Y’all can’t swing that thing around,” he grumbled.
Spencer chuckled like he was winded and threw his arm over his eyes. “I’m not done yet, you impatient shit.” He swallowed and exhaled heavily. “Just getting myself back under control.”
Brayden grumbled again and rolled on top of me. He grinned, his eyes dancing with wicked delight. “Fine, then,” he shot back. “We can have some fun until Mr. ‘I can’t control my urges’ stops himself from blowin’ like a geyser.”
“Careful, Texas,” Spencer warned. He lifted his arm and grinned at me.
I sucked in a breath. He obviously smiled—everyone did. I’d seen a picture or two of him doing exactly that when I’d cyberstalked the two of them in a completely non-creepy, not-pining-for-them-and-not-at-all-obsessed kind of way.
“Or what?” Brayden wiggled his brows at me, and his smile turned saccharine as he looked at Spencer.
“Or,” Spencer growled and shoved Brayden to the side. But he held fast to me, and instead of Spencer pushing him off me, Brayden rolled so I was on top, my legs straddling his hips and my hair haloing us. “I might just make you hold out over and over until you’re so desperate to come, you’re on a hair trigger.”
I moaned at his words. He was so filthy. I loved it.
“Punish me with something I won’t like,” Brayden deadpanned, and I huffed out a laugh.
“Then we’ll stop, and you’ll have to hold out until we see Keeley again.”
“Y’all’re so cruel.” Brayden’s pout was in direct contrast to Spencer’s wicked grin.
That expression Spencer wore, the way he was in charge and Brayden defaulted to obeying him, did more than turn me on. My pussy clenched as Spencer teased Brayden, but I longed to be a part of their playful banter.
As if sensing I was sitting on the outskirts of their conversation, Spencer shifted and pressed a kiss to my forearm. He kept going, kissing up my arm until he had to scoot behind me to be able to reach. He didn’t stop at my shoulder, continuing with kisses and licks up to my nape. He pressed himself against me, his heat suffusing through my body. His hard cock was nestled between my cheeks. When he rolled his hips, I gasped, and gooseflesh broke out over my body.
Spencer hummed and nuzzled his nose into my hair, then breathed me in. “So fuckin’ sexy,” he murmured and ghosted his fingers down my sides and around until he was gripping my ass cheeks. “Love the way you overflow my hands.”
“Y’all’re perfection,” Brayden murmured, drawing me down for another kiss.
Spencer kneaded my ass and trailed his lips down my spine. He brushed his thumbs over my hole, and I tensed, my spine going ramrod straight. My eyes popped open and I sucked in a breath. Nerves assaulted me.
“S’okay, Keels. Relax,” Spencer whispered.
Brayden cupped my cheeks and studied me quietly, then instructed, “Cowboy, go slow.”
“We can stop anytime, Keels. If you’re not ready…”
“I want to,” I mumbled, then buried my face in the crook of Brayden’s neck. He stroked his hands up and down my back, calming me, and Spencer continued kissing each vertebra. He sank lower and lower, and curiosity flared, but apprehension still burned bright in my belly.
I focused on Spencer’s lips and the trail they were taking south down my body. I remembered his filthy words and how they’dignited desire deep in my core. They’d kindled a yearning so fierce, I thought I’d combust.
