“Jessie . . .” He had no idea what he wanted to say to her.
“Hmmm?” she mumbled as the tip of her tongue snaked out and slid over the head of his cock.
Braydon’s muscles tightened even more. “Baby.”
“It’s my turn,” Jessie said.
“I haven’t had my turn yet,” he imparted.
“You’ll get yours in a little while.”
Who was he to argue, especially when she wrapped her lips around his dick and sucked him into the scalding hot recesses of her perfect mouth?
Lord have mercy!
Braydon reached for the lamp on the bedside table and flipped it on. He wanted to watch her. Earlier they’d been a jumble of arms and legs, and he hadn’t been able to keep up long enough to really watch what was going on. Now was his chance.
Reaching for her head, he twined the soft strands of her hair around his fingers and held it back so he could see the way her plump pink lips slid over his dick.
“Do you know how hot that is?” he mumbled. “Jess . . .” Braydon groaned as she used the flat of her tongue to torment the sensitive underside. She eased her way down, then back up, using only her tongue to lave the swollen shaft. He watched as she paused, lapping at his balls until he was gripping her hair just a little too tightly. He instantly released it, doing his best to maintain his composure.
“Suck me, Jess,” he encouraged. Braydon had never done a lot of talking during sex, but that was mostly because Brendon talked enough for the both of them. But he had wanted to. So he decided to chance it now. “Deeper, baby,” he encouraged, gently easing her head down over him, his cock sliding deep into her mouth.
Palming her head, he urged her down, forcing her to take him further. Jessie didn’t stop. She met his gaze as she sucked his dick, and Braydon couldn’t have torn his eyes away if he had wanted to.
“Keep talking,” she said, releasing him from her mouth.
Braydon knew she saw the heat in his eyes as they flared. She wanted him to keep talking.
He did.
“Jessie, holy fuck that feels good,” he moaned. “Just like that. Ahh, damn. Suck me harder. Harder, Jess.”
Jessie sucked him hard, her mouth clasping around him. She had one hand wrapped around the base of his cock, and the other slid between his legs, teasing his balls. “Lick them,” he told her.
Her eyebrow rose slightly, but she moved between his legs. She cupped his balls with her silky hand and slid her tongue over him before sucking his balls into her mouth one at a time. She teased him relentlessly, rolling them against her soft tongue before releasing him.
Braydon was so caught up in the moment that he didn’t realize what she was planning to do until . . .
“OH, FUCK,” BRAYDON groaned. “That feels . . . Fuck, that feels good.” Jessie was teasing his asshole with one of her fingers. She wasn’t sure what had compelled her to do it, but she did. She alternated between applying gentle pressure, by slowly pushing the very tip of her finger inside of him before pulling back.
“Don’t stop, Jessie,” Braydon pleaded, his breaths sharp and exaggerated.
Jessie moved and Braydon’s face fell. She could see the disappointment registered there. At least until he must’ve realized she was just resituating herself.
“Bend your knees,” she instructed him, wanting to have more room to play.
The look on Braydon’s face spurred her on. He was more than a little excited, which in turn made her body burn. She wanted to please him, wanted to show him things that would drive him wild. He had been the one to admit that he’d been holding back. She could cop to the same thing, but she hadn’t said it out loud.
She couldn’t deny the fact that she loved sex. Both the physical aspect and the emotional one. But she too had been holding back. She always held back. Because if she didn’t, the repercussions would be more than she could handle. And because of that, she knew there were so many things she had yet to explore with a man, and she suddenly wanted to try them with Braydon.
In all the months that she had spent with Brendon and Braydon, most of the attention was spent on her. Of course, she’d given the two of them plenty of blowjobs, but never had she been able to experiment. Their encounters had always been about her.
Not that she was complaining.
To her delight, Braydon bent his knees, placing his big feet flat on the bed while she positioned herself between his legs. He grabbed a pillow and propped up his head, watching her down the length of his body.
He was so fucking sexy. His chest muscles flexed and strained; his perfectly delineated abs bunched as he moved. Plus the bewildered expression on his face made him that much more appealing. It was clear he didn’t quite know what she had in store for him, but he was eager nonetheless.