Braydon (24 page)

Reaching for her panties, Jessie began sliding them over her hips. Ever the helpful assistant, Braydon reached down and pulled them the rest of the way off. And then he was on top of her again, her soft, smooth skin brushing against him, her slender arms wrapping around his neck and pulling him close. He didn’t want to crush her, but the way she was twining herself around him was making it damn hard.

The only option he could see was to reverse their positions, so that’s exactly what he did.

Braydon rolled to his back, bringing her with him until she was straddling his hips. He was just about to kiss her when Jessie’s fingers wrapped around his cock and his breath locked in his chest. She stroked him once, and then her slick heat consumed him.

“Jess!” Her name came out in multiple syllables as his mind whirred from the intensity of being inside of her.

Braydon’s hands fisted in the comforter as he lay prone beneath her, scared to move.

It was a damn good thing she was on top, because at the moment, he wasn’t sure his brain could command his body sufficiently. His muscles were rendered useless because all the blood in his body had taken a sudden, blinding detour.

“Oh, fuck, Jessie,” he groaned when she began rocking against him, his oversensitive cock sliding into the hot depths of her pussy. His nerve endings had burst into flames, and that telltale tingle erupted at the base of his spine. He bit his lip to keep it at bay. At least a little while longer.

“Braydon.”

When she said his name, he opened his eyes. He hadn’t even realized he had closed them.

Their eyes met and he saw the emotion swimming in the perfect blue staring back at him.

“You feel so good,” she told him, and Braydon’s balls drew up tighter against his body.

The need to fuck her until they were both screaming was paralyzing him. He didn’t want this first time to be about getting off. He had always dreamed that the first time they were alone he would make love to her for hours. He would devour every inch of her body before he ever drove himself home. However, that wasn’t happening now. But he couldn’t seem to stop it.

His hunger for her had multiplied by a million over the last few months, and having her there, naked, riding him . . .
Oh, Christ, Jessie was riding him.

It was more than his oxygen-starved brain could handle.

Jessie leaned down, her hips continuing to rock. His cock tunneled deep inside of her, withdrew. Over and over his body was assaulted by mind-numbing sensation. She was in complete control, and he honestly thought his head was going to explode from the sheer ecstasy of it.

“Come for me, Braydon,” she whispered, her breath fanning against his lips. “I can’t wait. It’s too much.”

God, he was grateful that she was right there with him. So when she slowed her movements, Braydon gripped her waist, holding her still while he flexed his hips, driving up into her until she was moaning his name. Jessie never closed her eyes, never looked away from him. And that was what had him clinging to the precipice by his fingernails. The connection that he felt to this woman. It wasn’t just their bodies that had joined together. It was something much, much deeper.

“Jess,” he growled. “Oh, damn. Baby. I can’t wait. Come for me, Jess. Please come for me.”

Jessie’s body tightened, her inner muscles clamped down on his cock, and Braydon tried to count backward from one hundred, tried to hold off just a moment longer while she rode out her orgasm, but he couldn’t. He slammed up into her once, then again and again before he was groaning as his own orgasm overtook him, splintering his mind at the same time it shattered his body.

AN HOUR LATER,
Braydon was lying in Jessie’s bed, staring up at the ceiling. After he had disposed of the condom and cleaned up, he had returned to the bed with a warm washcloth to find Jessie dozing. As gently as he could, he had cleaned her too and then tossed the washcloth into the bathroom.

Once he was in bed again, he pulled Jessie close until she nestled up against his side. Now, she was sleeping deeply, draped across him, and Braydon was convinced he had died and gone to heaven.

Since the day he met Jessie, Braydon had thought about what it would be like to make love to her. Just the two of them alone. But what had transpired between them tonight was more than he had expected. That had been a down-and-dirty, take-the-edge-off joining. And yet it was the best sex Braydon had ever had in his life.

Never having known what it was like to be with a woman alone, Braydon hadn’t quite expected that.

Most people didn’t understand why he and Brendon had always shared their women. Why they engaged only in threesomes.

Sometimes Braydon didn’t understand it himself.

Since it was all he had ever known, he had never questioned it. As he had found out through the years, women didn’t seem to mind. Maybe it was some misguided fascination because they were twins; he didn’t know. But they had never lacked for women who wanted to experience the two of them at the same time.

Braydon wouldn’t lie and say he didn’t enjoy it. He did. Immensely. Even when it had been Jessie.
Especially
when it had been Jessie. At first. And maybe that’s when things had gotten off track. Jessie wasn’t the normal, run-of-the-mill woman who had been interested in conquering twins and emerging the next day to tell the tale. That had actually happened more times than Braydon could count.

So, yes, they had found their niche and exploited the hell out of it. As long as the woman was willing, Braydon and Brendon hadn’t been all that particular. They’d always been safe and never made promises they couldn’t keep. Rumors ran rampant through their small town, some started by the two of them, a lot of them started by the women they had been with.

Jessie was the opposite of those women. From the beginning, Braydon had known she wasn’t the kiss-and-tell type. They had enjoyed themselves, but as though it was understood, none of them had talked about the need to be discreet. In fact, Brendon had pretty much taken to Jessie, and that was how Braydon had become the third wheel. Another first for Braydon and Brendon. Usually, there wasn’t a third, because it was only one night.

With Jessie, one night turned into one week. One week turned into one month and so on and so forth until Braydon knew he was in love with her. Rather than share that news with Brendon or Jessie, Braydon had begun to worry. Only his confusion managed to flip their enjoyable encounters upside down until the three of them didn’t even know what was happening between them anymore.

Jessie stirred and Braydon ran his fingers down her back, hoping to soothe her.

“You’re still here,” she mumbled.

She sounded surprised by the notion that he was still there, which only made him curious as to why. It wasn’t like he’d ever left her before.

“I’m still here.” He didn’t intend on going anywhere, either. At least not unless she demanded that he go.

“How are you feeling?” she asked, lifting her head. Their eyes met in the darkened room.

“Fine. Why?”

Jessie chuckled and the sound made his body harden almost immediately.

When her fingers slid down his chest, over his stomach, then between his legs, Braydon knew he was done for.

Her mouth soon followed as she trailed kisses along his skin. By the time she reached his cock, he was standing at full attention.

“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.