Easing out from underneath her, he fumbled around for his jeans until he found the condom he’d placed in his back pocket. Seconds later he was suited up and lining up behind Jessie while she continued to blow his brother with fervor.
Leaning forward, he pressed his cock between her legs, brushing against the slick folds of her pussy. When his chest was flush against her back, he reached beneath her and palmed one of her smooth, full tits in his hand. “I’m going to fuck you now,” he whispered, quiet enough so that only she could hear. “I ache to be inside you right now.”
Jessie nodded her head, her back bowing as she pressed up against him. Braydon took that as her agreement. Without wasting another precious second, he was back on his knees behind her, the head of his cock brushing against her lubricated entrance. Taking his time, he slid into her slowly, having to hold her hips to keep her from slamming back against him. He observed the place where their bodies joined, loving the way her pussy clutched his cock, pulling him deeper.
Sweat beaded on his forehead as he held himself in check, not wanting this to end too soon. No matter what he tried to tell himself, Braydon feared that every time he was with her it might be his last, and he wanted to savor every second of pleasure. This woman, she was so much more than he ever would’ve imagined. And this, whatever was going on here, was so much more than just sex. At least for him it was.
With Brendon, he had no idea. He knew his brother enjoyed the pleasure to be found with Jessie, but the two of them seemed to have resorted back to the friendship they’d established. Theirs was a mutual agreement – pleasure for the sake of pleasure. And surprisingly, the emotional distance they’d inserted between them seemed natural, as though they’d accepted that this was a friends-with-benefits sort of situation.
For Braydon, he didn’t want friends with benefits. For the first time in his life, he wanted a woman all to himself.
And Jessie was that woman.
When he was fully sheathed within her body, Braydon ground his molars together, fighting the urge to pull back and slam into her. She was so fucking tight, so damn hot. The only thing that could’ve been better was if they didn’t have the barrier of latex between them because he wanted to feel her smooth, hot cunt against him. Flesh to flesh.
Considering he’d never once had sex without a condom, he knew that wasn’t an option. Didn’t mean he wasn’t longing to feel the blast of her sweet heat directly against him. But for now, he would take this.
Slowly sliding out, Braydon kept his hands on her hips, his eyes trained on his shaft as he retreated, her juices glistening down the length of him. His cock slowly eased out before he pushed his hips forward slowly, inch by delicious inch he drove himself back inside of her. The way her muscles gripped him, pulling him deeper and clutching him tightly made his heart pound and more sweat form on his brow.
“Braydon.” Jessie’s plea had Braydon glancing up, his mouth tight as he fought the overwhelming urge to slam into her. He loved when she said his name.
“Tell me, baby,” Braydon ground out between gritted teeth.
“Fuck me,” she begged. “Fuck me hard.”
It was so damn tempting, but Braydon knew he couldn’t. He could never risk losing control with this woman. He didn’t trust himself to show her how he honestly felt and if he allowed the passion to consume him, he’d more than likely give too much away. It was hard enough to remind himself where his proper place was in this relationship. He was here for her pleasure only.
“Awww, fuck!” Brendon groaned. “You’re gonna make me come, Jessie. Fuck, baby.”
Braydon wanted his brother to come. He wanted Brendon to be finished so he could take Jessie completely. All to himself. But he knew that wasn’t going to happen. Brendon was going to hold out long enough for Jessie to come, and Braydon had better keep up or he’d be left with his dick in his hands. Not that it had happened before, but he knew it was a possibility.
“Fuck, yes, baby.” Brendon’s guttural tone was Braydon’s indication that his brother was close.
Digging his fingers into the soft flesh at Jessie’s hips, Braydon pulled out and then slammed into her once, her moan a sure sign of her approval. It spurred him into action, and he continued to thrust into her, watching the long, slender length of her back and the way she continued to blow Brendon while she was being fucked.
“Shit,” he growled. “Come for me, Jessie.” Braydon hadn’t expected to be so close so fast, but the intense pleasure he found in her body made it difficult for him to hold back. “Come for me, baby.”