Page 67 of Wicked Rush

“Can you get us a towel?” Lars asked. Jesus, he was as hard as steel, couldn’t wait another minute to be inside her.

He wrapped his arms around her waist and pressed to his feet. Braelynn lolled forward but he easily maneuvered her around so she faced him. Seth backed out of his way, giving him a wide berth as he stepped out onto the rug. Water dripped onto the slippery cold floor, and Seth draped a towel over her shoulders.

“I need you…now,” she told him, her eyes on his.

“Way ahead of you there,” he said, lifting her into his arms and striding across the room.

As Lars laid her onto the bed, he glanced to Seth. Lars nodded to him and contemplated how far he’d take this first interaction. He suspected she yearned to experience sex with two men, but given it was the first time they’d played with Seth, he’d err on the side of caution. She’d want more, he knew, but right now, if he didn’t get inside her, he’d lose his shit.

Braelynn arched her back, spreading her legs to him and he climbed onto the bed. Her hungry eyes went to Seth, who slowly made his way toward the bed. Pressing her thighs open, Lars tapped his dick on her mound, garnering her attention. Seth eased next to them and lay on his side next to Braelynn, resting his head on the heel of his hand.

“You ready, sweetheart?” Lars asked, gazing upon her. She gave a sexy smile, wearing the sultry haze of her orgasm.

“Ahh….” Braelynn reached to support her legs, as he slammed inside her.

“Fucking hell, Brae. Holy shit, you feel so good.” Lars stilled. Like a teenager he fought the orgasm that threatened to roll through him. Her tight little pussy quivered around him, still spasming from her earlier climax.

She tilted her pelvis up into him, and he scolded her. “No, don’t move. Just…just…” He blew out a breath, willing it to subside. “Slow, baby, slow.”

Braelynn smiled up at him, and he sensed she was altogether aware of the effect she had on him. He withdrew slowly, his cock throbbing in arousal. Making love to Braelynn had been like no other experience in his life. A part of him knew the thrill lay within teaching her, pushing her limits. Yet it was her pure openness to him, the trust she gave him in her actions that attracted him to her. Like the tide being drawn by the moon, he couldn’t fight it.

“Come help me.” Lars detected Braelynn’s desire in the glance she gave to Seth, who’d begun stroking his stiffened dick. “I think Brae…she needs a little more.”

“I…I…” Braelynn’s words were lost as Seth reached between her legs, spearing his fingers through her swollen folds.

“Take his cock.” Braelynn’s eyes lit at his demand, but she hesitated. Lars released her legs, caging her with his arms. Seth was merely an exploration into her sexuality, and he sought to reassure her. “This is just play. It’s okay to touch him.”

As Lars pressed his lips to hers, she reached for Seth’s dick. Seth fell onto his back, groaning in pleasure, as Lars ground against Braelynn, edging him out of the way. As he deepened the kiss, she speared her fingers through his hair and wrapped her legs around his waist. With a frantic pace, he thrust inside her, tasting and sucking her mouth. The warmth of her body surrounded his, and he struggled to conceal the passion swirling inside him.

He heard Seth grunt loudly, and as Braelynn’s hands clutched at his back, he knew she’d released him.

“Lars…I need this….need you. Please,” she pleaded as he pounded into her.

“Only you.” Lars’ explosive release rocked through him, and he kissed Braelynn desperately, not wanting it to end. She convulsed underneath him, her pulsating sheath wringing the climax from his body.

As Lars tore his lips away, she gasped, and her eyes locked on his. The ease of her smile clutched at his heart. The terrifying thought that he was falling for a woman who could be out of his life within hours struck him, and he groaned in both pleasure and agony. Lars sensed the shift in the bed, cognizant that Seth had left, but he couldn’t tear his eyes off of Braelynn. He studied every contour of her face, his heart pounding in his chest. When tomorrow came, he’d know every dimple, freckle on her beautiful face. Braelynn Rollins was his, and he’d kill to keep her in his life.