Chapter 11 – Braxton #2
The directness of her words sends heat pooling low in my abdomen. I press my hips against hers, letting her feel exactly what she’s doing to me. Her legs wrap around my waist, pulling me closer.
I kiss my way down her neck, across her collarbone, to the swell of her breasts above her bra. My fingers work the clasp, and she arches her back to help me remove it. When I take her nipple into my mouth, she whimpers, her fingers tightening in my hair.
From the other side of the door comes the unmistakable sound of a thud. Tristan is settling in for the show. I smile against Waverly’s skin and raise my head to look at her.
“He’s listening,” I whisper, loud enough that my words might carry through the door. “What do you think he’s doing in there? Do you think he’s listening to the sounds you’re making? Do you think it’s making him as hard as I am?”
Waverly’s eyes widen, and her hips buck against mine involuntarily. “Don’t,” she rasps, her eyes cinching tight, but there’s no conviction behind it.
“Don’t what?” I tease, rolling her nipple between my fingers and watching her bite her lip to stifle a moan. “Don’t tell you how he’s probably touching himself right now, imagining what we’re doing out here?”
Her breath comes in short, sharp bursts now. “Braxton, please.”
I move lower, my lips trailing down her stomach as my fingers work at the button of her pants. I glance up at her, waiting for permission.
She won’t open her eyes, but she lifts her hips in answer, and I slide them down her legs, leaving her in nothing but a pair of black lace panties that match the bra now discarded on the floor. I love that Gerard did this. That he made her get sexy fucking French lingerie.
I take a moment to appreciate the sight of her splayed out on the sofa like a feast.
“You’re so beautiful,” I tell her reverently. Her body is a work of art I want to spend hours exploring, studying, learning, finding all the places that make her gasp and moan and plead.
I run my hands up her thighs, feeling how silky soft her skin is. The sky is growing dark outside the windows, casting soft glows across her body. I don’t think I’ve ever been this turned on before. Ever wanted a woman this much.
When I reach the edge of her panties, I pause, my fingers playing with the delicate lace until her hips shift restlessly, seeking contact.
“I’m going to make you come so fucking hard,” I tell her, my voice rougher than I intend.
I press my nose against her pussy and inhale.
Jesus fuck. I can’t stop my groan. “Christ, you smell so good.” I rock into her, rubbing against her leg.
I’m dying to be inside of her. I’m dying to feel her slick, hot cunt wrapped around me.
But that’ll have to wait.
Waverly’s gaze is heated, her lips parted. “Oh god, I can’t believe I’m doing this out here. But I want to come so badly. It’s been so long since…” She trails off.
“Since what?”
“Since someone has touched me.”
Her confession sends a jolt of desire through me so strong it’s almost painful. This is exactly what I’ve been hoping for, and knowing Tristan is listening, likely jerking his cock… it makes my head spin and my vision grow hazy with lust.
“Is that what you need?” I ask, my fingers slipping beneath the fabric of her panties, finding her wet and ready. “Would you like me to make you come? While he listens. While I watch?” I circle her clit with my thumb, and her back arches off the sofa.
“Yes,” she cries, her hips moving against my hand, even as she tries to bite her lip and keep her eyes closed.
Her fists find the cushion behind her head, and she grabs on, already starting to lose control.
How has it been that long since someone touched her like this?
It’s almost as if it’s too much for her.
“Does that feel good, Sunshine?”
“God, yes.”
I slide her panties down her legs, leaving her naked beneath me. I’m still fully clothed, the fabric of my shirt brushing against her sensitized skin as I lean down to kiss her again.
She tugs at the buttons, frustrated. “Too many clothes,” she complains, and I laugh against her mouth.
“Patience,” I tell her, but I sit back to remove my shirt, letting her hands roam across my chest, my stomach. When she reaches for my belt, I catch her wrists, pinning them gently above her head with one hand. “No. Not now. I want to make you come, and I want him to hear it.”
I shift back on the couch and slide her up so I can lower my head between her thighs, dropping both of them over my shoulders.
She’s glistening, and her scent is intoxicating.
I look up at her as I lower my mouth to her, maintaining eye contact as I lick a slow, deliberate path from her entrance to her clit.
Her reaction is immediate and exactly what I was after as she sucks in a sharp inhale and releases it as a moan she doesn’t bother to suppress. I repeat the motion and her hands find my hair, guiding me where she wants me.
Not so shy now, are you, Waverly?
I take my time, learning what she likes, what makes her thighs tremble, and her breath catch. When I find a rhythm that has her hips moving in counterpoint, I slide two fingers inside her, curling them to find that spot that makes her cry out.
“That’s it,” I murmur against her. “Let him hear how good you feel. Let him hear what he’s missing. You taste so fucking good, Waverly. God, I could eat your cunt for hours.”
Her moans grow louder, less controlled, and I can feel her tightening around my fingers, her thighs gripping my head.
I suck her clit between my lips and use my tongue to flick it as I pump my fingers in and out.
She’s so wet, so delicious, so needy as she rolls her hips against me, rubbing her pussy along my lips and beard.
I double my efforts, determined to push her over the edge. I want Tristan to hear exactly what he’s missing. What I can do to her. What we could all do together. The thought has me fucking against the sofa, rubbing and grinding, unable to stop.
“Braxton,” she gasps, her thighs beginning to shake. “I’m close. Holy hell, I’m so close.”
I lift my head just enough to see her flushed and desperate, and holy shit, is she the sexiest woman I’ve ever seen. “Come for me,” I tell her, fucking her and myself faster. “Come for us.”
The suggestion that this is for Tristan as much as for me is what does it.
She shatters with a cry that surely penetrates the thin door he’s behind.
Her orgasm triggers my own release, and I come in my pants like a kid, but who cares because she’s coming so hard and it’s so insanely hot there’s no way I couldn’t come to this.
Her body arches, her hands fisting in my hair almost painfully as she rides out her orgasm against my mouth and fingers.
I continue until she tugs me away, oversensitive, and then I crawl back up her body to kiss her, letting her taste herself on my lips.
She’s boneless beneath me, her eyes half-lidded and satisfied.
She pushes at my shoulder, laughing. “You’re crushing me.”
I roll to the side, keeping one arm around her waist to prevent her from falling off the narrow sofa. She looks at me, her eyes soft with post-orgasmic bliss but also something more searching.
“Did you come in your pants?”
I grin. “Yep. I sure did.”
“Wow. I’m not even sure how to respond to that. It’s kind of hot in a strange way.”
“You’re fucking sexy. I’m not ashamed of it.”
“I’m lying here naked on my boss’s sofa, and he’s in the other room and likely listened as my other boss made me come.”
“Yes,” I say slowly, though there’s no hiding the amusement in my voice. “All of that is a fact.”
“This is just… insane. I’m not this girl. I’m not the girl who takes money from her boss to be his fake girlfriend and then lets her other boss eat her out.”
“Forget the money bullshit, Waverly. He would have given you all of that and more if you’d let him.
Same goes for me. But you’re here with us now.
” I kiss her again, touching her lightly, but I know it’s getting late.
“We need to get ready for dinner with Tristan’s parents and grandmother, and I’m covered in my own cum. ”
She laughs. “Oh god.” Her hands cover her face, but she’s laughing into them. “This is so messed up. I need a shower too.”
“So go take one.”
“My boss is in there.” Now she laughs harder.
“You could come shower with me, but all of your things are in his room.”
“I’m so going to be fired.”
“Nope. Not even close.” I smack a kiss on her lips, then her forehead, and gather her clothes for her, handing them to her so she can put them back on. She does so quickly and quietly, but she’s not trying to hide herself from me either.
She stands and walks toward Tristan’s door.
“Hey,” I call as she reaches for the knob. She turns, one eyebrow raised in question. “That was fun, but this is also more to me. I hope you know that.”
Her smile is slow and full of promise. “Good. This was for me too.” She disappears into the bedroom, leaving me sprawled on the sofa with a giant, wet, sticky spot on my slacks.
I snicker, unable to hold in my smile. Tristan is likely mad, but he’ll get over it.
More importantly, there’s no way he’ll be able to hold back for long.
I wonder if they’re talking about it now or skirting around each other.
I wonder if he’ll take her and press her against the wall and push his fingers into her so he can feel what I did to her.
Dinner with his parents will be interesting, to say the least. The anticipation of it all has me grinning like a fool as I finally pull myself up and head to my bedroom to clean up. Tonight might just be the beginning of something extraordinary.