“Are you wet, Jessie?” Brendon asked a few seconds later, finally breaking the silence.
“Yes,” she said on a moan. Braydon’s arms had wrapped around her, his palms cupping her breasts easily at first, the slight scrape of his work roughened hands making her nipples pucker.
“You’re so fucking hot,” Braydon whispered in her ear. “Touching you is the best gift I could’ve possibly received.”
Another chill got loose, racing down her body and making her knees weak. Leaning back against Braydon’s big, warm chest, Jessie let his heat soak into her.
Brendon lifted one of her legs, slowly slipping her shoe from her foot before doing the same to the other. When her feet were planted firmly on the floor once more, Jessie was several inches shorter than she originally started out, but Braydon didn’t seem to be bothered by the change. He continued to trail his lips over the sensitive skin of her neck.
“As much as I love this outfit, I really want you naked,” Brendon told her as he unhooked each clip currently holding up her stockings. Once he’d eliminated those as an obstacle, his fingers slipped into the sides of her panties and slid them down over her legs. The cool air was a shock to the warm, needy place between her thighs, causing Jessie to suck in a breath.
“I think I’ll leave these on for a little while,” Brendon said, his hands gliding up over her stockings. Without telling her what he was doing, Brendon slipped his hand behind her knee and lifted her leg before propping it over his shoulder. She was now on display, just inches from his face, her other leg turning to mush as she tried to keep herself upright. Had it not been for Braydon holding her from behind, Jessie was sure she’d have been a puddle on the floor by then.
“I love that you keep this bare,” Brendon said, the backs of his knuckles grazing over her mound before his fingers separated the folds of her pussy as he moved in closer. She could feel the warmth of his breath against the sensitive tissue with every word he spoke, and she wanted to beg him to get on with it.
Jessie felt Braydon shift, his body pressing closer as he rested his chin on her shoulder. Both of them stared down the front of her body, watching as Brendon moved in closer, his tongue darting out to tease her. He was obviously making sure they had a perfect view. When Brendon’s eyes met hers again, he drove his tongue deep, forcing her to fall back against Braydon in order to get him closer.
“Oh, yes,” she whispered. The warm rasp of Brendon’s tongue against her pussy was heaven, and combined with the gentle suction from Braydon’s mouth once again on her neck, she knew this was going to result in sensory overload.
“Such a pretty pussy,” Brendon said, his fingers separating her folds even more before he lapped at her with his tongue.
Her body was on fire, her skin smoldering from the intensity of their touch, her pussy aching with the need for more from them. And yet, Jessie knew all too well that rushing either one of them wasn’t in the cards she’d been dealt. They liked to take their own sweet time and the worst part about it all…
She had come to crave this like a drug.
Chapter Twenty One
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Brendon
Since the moment he opened his eyes that morning, Brendon had been waiting for this. He had crawled out of bed in a foul mood, and he knew there was only one way to remedy that. Luckily for him, he didn’t have to be the one to call Jessie. He had needed her though, but once again his pride – or maybe it was just his conscience – had gotten in the way.
But now that she was here, standing almost entirely naked in his living room, he couldn’t seem to remember what had put him in a bad mood in the first place.
She did that to him though. He could get lost in her body for hours. He craved her responses, wanted to push her to the edge again and again, waiting for her to beg them to send her over. And based on the way she was trembling just from their touch, she was right there with him this morning.
Releasing her clit from his mouth, Brendon sat up again, sliding two fingers into her warm, wet pussy as he watched Braydon fondle her nipples with his fingers and thumbs. Jessie’s head was tilted back against Braydon’s collarbone, her chest thrust forward as her hips undulated. God, she was so damn sexy.
Forcing himself to stay in the moment, Brendon had to keep busy, not wanting to let his thoughts wander because as he had noticed, he was easily distracted by a particular memory that was better left forgotten. That woman wasn’t here. She wasn’t Jessie and quite frankly, Jessie deserved a hell of a lot more from him than just a mere fuck because she was convenient.
“I want to see you sprawled out on the table,” Brendon stated, reminding her of how this had all started. As he expected, Braydon easily released Jessie and stepped back, helping her down to the table in front of him. “I think it’s time to switch places.”