skin was bare save for a
feathering of dark brown hair around his navel that narrowed into a trail that
led beyond the top of his jeans. She licked her lips, unable to help herself.
“He’s gorgeous isn’t he?” Eric whispered in her ear, his
voice naughty, his hands wandering all over her body.
She nodded, went with Eric when he rolled them over so they
both rested on their sides, facing each other. “Wait ’til you see him
completely naked.”
Alexa laughed and shook her head, still unable to wrap her
mind around what was unfolding. She was naked in bed with Eric. Watching Eric’s
boyfriend strip and about to join them.
So. Freaking. Weird.
And wicked.
And hot .
Brandon didn’t say a word, just stared down at them with
glittering eyes, his hands busy working on his belt. He undid it, slid the
leather from the loops with a clean whoosh and let it clank to the floor. She
kept her eyes trained on his beautiful big hands, watching his fingers work
over the snap and zipper of his jeans, push the offending fabric off his hips.
Her eyes widened when she realized he wore no underwear and his cock sprang
free, long and thick and just about the hugest thing she’d ever seen.
“See?” Eric said, giving her ear a lick, and she squirmed.
How she wished she could ride him tonight instead of Eric.
No, no, no. Not true. I’ve wanted this forever with Eric.
This is my dream come true. I want to fuck Eric tonight.
She also wanted to fuck Brandon too. God, the way he touched
her…
What if they wanted to both fuck her? At the same time?
Alexa shook her head, her heart leaping in her throat when
the mattress dipped and shifted from Brandon’s weight. She turned, watched him
with wary eyes as he came closer to her. He didn’t look away. It was as if he
could see her every secret and desire.
Very disconcerting.
“Get away from him,” Brandon commanded with a low rumble.
“Come over to me.”
“But…”
“Now, Lexi.” His mouth thinned, and she wondered what he
might do if she kissed him.
Probably shove her away and smack her ass for being disobedient.
Her skin warmed. Why did that particular image thrill her so
much?
Slowly, reluctantly but not really, she moved toward
Brandon. His arms banded around her, hauling her close, pulling her to him. He
scooted up on the mattress until he got into the sitting position, his back
cushioned by a pile of pillows. He settled her in front of him, her butt
nestled against his very hard cock, her back pressed against his extremely hard
chest.
He was hard all over. His skin was smooth and hot and
pulsing with life, with strength. Just being so close to him made her shiver
almost uncontrollably.
You’re here for Eric. Eric!
But she wanted Brandon too. God, she was such a greedy
bitch. She always had been. Eric was so delicious, but she still wanted more.
The little voice screaming inside her head always came at
the most inopportune or opportune times—take your pick.
“My offering,” he whispered into her hair. “My gift to
Eric.”
“I’m not an object,” she protested just for the hell of it.
It was as if he brought it out in her. The feistiness, her blatant
disobedience. She’d always been a bit of a fighter but something about Brandon
made her want to duke it out with him even more than usual.
“No, you’re much more precious than that. A flesh and blood
woman, a desirable woman and Eric wants you.” He dipped his head closer, his
lips upon her ear. He bit into the lobe and tugged, earning a little whimper
from deep inside her throat. “I want you.”
Her heart leapt with excitement at his admission. He wanted
her. And God, did she want him too. But she also wanted Eric.
“Get a condom on, Eric,” Brandon said. Eric reached for the
drawer in the bedside table, yanking it open so hard it nearly fell out. He dug
in the drawer until he found a small square wrapper. She watched in appreciation
as he rolled the condom on his cock, admired his length.
feathering of dark brown hair around his navel that narrowed into a trail that
led beyond the top of his jeans. She licked her lips, unable to help herself.
“He’s gorgeous isn’t he?” Eric whispered in her ear, his
voice naughty, his hands wandering all over her body.
She nodded, went with Eric when he rolled them over so they
both rested on their sides, facing each other. “Wait ’til you see him
completely naked.”
Alexa laughed and shook her head, still unable to wrap her
mind around what was unfolding. She was naked in bed with Eric. Watching Eric’s
boyfriend strip and about to join them.
So. Freaking. Weird.
And wicked.
And hot .
Brandon didn’t say a word, just stared down at them with
glittering eyes, his hands busy working on his belt. He undid it, slid the
leather from the loops with a clean whoosh and let it clank to the floor. She
kept her eyes trained on his beautiful big hands, watching his fingers work
over the snap and zipper of his jeans, push the offending fabric off his hips.
Her eyes widened when she realized he wore no underwear and his cock sprang
free, long and thick and just about the hugest thing she’d ever seen.
“See?” Eric said, giving her ear a lick, and she squirmed.
How she wished she could ride him tonight instead of Eric.
No, no, no. Not true. I’ve wanted this forever with Eric.
This is my dream come true. I want to fuck Eric tonight.
She also wanted to fuck Brandon too. God, the way he touched
her…
What if they wanted to both fuck her? At the same time?
Alexa shook her head, her heart leaping in her throat when
the mattress dipped and shifted from Brandon’s weight. She turned, watched him
with wary eyes as he came closer to her. He didn’t look away. It was as if he
could see her every secret and desire.
Very disconcerting.
“Get away from him,” Brandon commanded with a low rumble.
“Come over to me.”
“But…”
“Now, Lexi.” His mouth thinned, and she wondered what he
might do if she kissed him.
Probably shove her away and smack her ass for being disobedient.
Her skin warmed. Why did that particular image thrill her so
much?
Slowly, reluctantly but not really, she moved toward
Brandon. His arms banded around her, hauling her close, pulling her to him. He
scooted up on the mattress until he got into the sitting position, his back
cushioned by a pile of pillows. He settled her in front of him, her butt
nestled against his very hard cock, her back pressed against his extremely hard
chest.
He was hard all over. His skin was smooth and hot and
pulsing with life, with strength. Just being so close to him made her shiver
almost uncontrollably.
You’re here for Eric. Eric!
But she wanted Brandon too. God, she was such a greedy
bitch. She always had been. Eric was so delicious, but she still wanted more.
The little voice screaming inside her head always came at
the most inopportune or opportune times—take your pick.
“My offering,” he whispered into her hair. “My gift to
Eric.”
“I’m not an object,” she protested just for the hell of it.
It was as if he brought it out in her. The feistiness, her blatant
disobedience. She’d always been a bit of a fighter but something about Brandon
made her want to duke it out with him even more than usual.
“No, you’re much more precious than that. A flesh and blood
woman, a desirable woman and Eric wants you.” He dipped his head closer, his
lips upon her ear. He bit into the lobe and tugged, earning a little whimper
from deep inside her throat. “I want you.”
Her heart leapt with excitement at his admission. He wanted
her. And God, did she want him too. But she also wanted Eric.
“Get a condom on, Eric,” Brandon said. Eric reached for the
drawer in the bedside table, yanking it open so hard it nearly fell out. He dug
in the drawer until he found a small square wrapper. She watched in appreciation
as he rolled the condom on his cock, admired his length.
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