Chapter 19 – Tristan
TRISTAN
The air between us is electric from the moment we reach the apartment, crackling with the promise of what’s to come.
Waverly’s eyes meet mine as we step through the door, a silent question in them that I answer by taking her hand and leading her not to my bedroom, but to Braxton’s.
He follows behind us, his fingers already working at his tie.
Tonight feels different. This isn’t one of us alone with her, and this isn’t us simply making her come. Tonight, she’s going to experience both of us.
“Are you sure?” Brax asks Waverly, though her flushed cheeks and dilated pupils already tell us what we want to know.
“Yes,” she replies easily, the single word carrying more certainty than I was expecting for how nervous she’s been with us.
Braxton closes the door behind us with a soft click. We move toward her from opposite sides, and I cup her face so I can tilt it up for a kiss that starts gently but quickly deepens. She tastes like mulled wine and desire, her breath fast and choppy.
Our girl’s nervous.
Braxton moves behind her, sweeping her hair aside to place his lips on the nape of her neck, making her shiver between us.
“Let’s get these clothes off you,” I murmur against her mouth. My fingers find the buttons of her sweater, working them open one by one while Braxton’s hands slide around her waist, tracing the curve of her hips.
Her sweater falls open, revealing her pretty light blue bra. The one I saw this morning. The matching set to the panties I ripped off her. And how could I have forgotten that?
I reach into Brax’s pocket and slip out her ruined panties.
“Oh shit.” He belts out a laugh. “You little slut,” he teases. “You’ve been without panties all afternoon?”
She smirks. “He ripped them off me. Not my fault you forgot.”
“You realize we could have made her come at lunch?” he says to me.
I shrug. “Something to do next time.”
I run my knuckles over the fabric of her bra, feeling her nipples harden beneath my touch. Braxton unzips her skirt from behind, letting it pool at her feet. She steps out of it, now standing before us in just her bra and heels.
“So gorgeous,” Braxton says, the words hot with desire.
I circle behind her, replacing Braxton’s position while he moves to face her.
My hands unhook her bra while his thumbnails drag up and down her thighs as he kisses her, fisting her hair and pulling her into him.
He murmurs something into her mouth. Something I can’t hear, but whatever it is, it makes her shake.
He bends in front of her and kisses her pussy while he removes each of her heels.
She sways, and I grasp her hips, holding her steady. “Nervous?” I whisper in her ear, and she nods.
Brax sits back and stares up at her. “Don’t worry, we’re going to take good care of you, Sunshine.”
“Lie down,” I tell her, my voice rough with want.
She goes to Braxton’s bed, her movements fluid and confident despite the trembling in her hands and calves.
I like that she’s nervous. I like that she’s never done this before.
Regardless, as always with Waverly, she’s guileless and bold and knows exactly what she does to us and the power she holds.
She reclines against the pillows, watching as Braxton and I strip off our own clothes. I’ve been hard all damn day, aching for her touch, and Braxton is equally aroused, his breathing shallow as he drinks in the sight of her.
We join her on the bed, one on each side.
I start at her mouth, kissing her deeply while my hand trails down her body, cupping her breast, and thumbing her nipple into a tight peak.
Braxton begins at her feet, massaging his way up her calves, her thighs, his fingers getting closer to her center with each upward stroke.
“You know we’re going to do very dirty things to you,” I rasp against her ear, my teeth grazing her lobe.
“I know,” she breathes. “I want that.”
Her answer sends a jolt of heat through me. I move my attention to her tits, taking one nipple into my mouth and sucking hard enough to make her gasp while rolling the other between my fingers. Brax continues to rub and tease her, getting close to her pussy but not touching her.
“Please. Ah, please touch me.”
“You have to earn us. You’ve been a very bad assistant walking around all day without panties.” I cup her bare pussy, and she moans as I pull harder on her nipple. “Are you going to do as I say for once?”
“No.”
I smack her pussy, and she arches against me. Brax chuckles, and I grin at him.
“If you’re not going to obey me, I won’t let Brax eat your cunt, and that’s what you want, isn’t it? He eats your pussy so well. I heard you come as he did yesterday.”
“Fuck,” she hisses, her eyes pinching closed and her breathing already ragged. “I’m starting to hate you again.”
I smile against her skin, nibbling and licking it. “But you’ll love me in a minute. Will you obey?”
She nods, biting her lip.
“Good girl. Now spread your legs for Braxton. And don’t move. You’re not to touch him or me.” I glance down at him. “Give it to her rough. She can take it.”
Braxton groans as he settles between her thighs, his shoulders nudging her wider because he wants me to be able to see everything too. I lift my head to watch as he lowers his mouth to her pretty cunt, his tongue making one long stroke.
“Does that feel good?” I ask, my voice dropping to the commanding tone I know she responds to. But I have to know. I’m fucking dying to know. “Tell us.”
“Yes,” she moans, thrusting her tits up toward me, making me smile. She’s not touching me, but she wants me to know she wants my attention too. “God, yes.”
“You want to feel both of us?”
“Please,” she whimpers, her eyes still closed as she grips the headboard.
“Dirty girl,” I murmur into her mouth. “Fucking dirty girl, you’re a goddess.”
I continue my attention on her nipples, alternating between gentle and rough, listening to her breathing to guide my intensity.
Braxton works between her legs, his tongue circling her clit, dipping inside her, building her pleasure methodically.
Her hips begin to move, seeking more friction, more pressure.
It’s so fucking hot watching him eat her like this.
Long sweeps of his tongue and swirls that make her grip the bed harder and her moans louder.
He uses his wide shoulders and the stretch of the hand not playing with her pussy to hold her open.
But one of my favorite things about having Braxton do this is how much he loves it.
He starts fucking the bed, rubbing and rutting, utterly drunk and consumed with her.
“Do you see that?” I whisper in her ear. “Do you see how gone he is with you?”
“Oh, please.”
“Brax, I want you to fuck our little princess after you’re done eating her. And I want you to come inside her the way I did this morning.”
“Fuck,” he hisses, his hand gripping her thigh tighter. She’ll have marks from that, and I think she must know it because now she can’t stop.
I squeeze her tits hard, pushing them up and pulling on her nipples.
“She’s so close,” Braxton says, looking up at me in wonder. “So wet.”
I slide one hand down to join his, my fingers finding her entrance. I push two fingers inside her while Braxton shifts so he can focus on her clit. She cries out, her inner muscles clenching around my fingers.
“She is.” I pump into her a few times and pull back so he can finish her off. “That’s it,” I murmur. “Come for us, Waverly.”
She does, her body tenses and then shudders while a high, thin sound escapes her throat. We work her through it, gentling our touch as the waves subside. Before she can fully recover, I capture her mouth in a fierce kiss.
“I’m going to fuck your impudent, hot little mouth while my best friend fucks your pussy,” I tell her, the words like gravel in my throat.
Her eyes are on fire as I help her up and onto all fours. Braxton moves behind her, lifting her hips to position himself at her entrance. Her eyes, saucy and challenging, hold mine as I rub my cock against her lips.
“You’re not going to bite me, are you, sweetheart?”
She smiles. “One never knows.”
Brax smacks her ass, making her yelp, and I take advantage and push my cock all the way in just as he pushes inside her. The sight of him entering her while she takes me in her mouth nearly undoes me.
“Fuuuck,” I groan as she sucks me down deep, the wet heat of her mouth intoxicating.
“Your mouth is so perfect.” I brush the long strands of her dark hair back from her face and tilt her chin up so I can see her eyes.
She gazes up at me with those shimmery orbs, and something inside me shifts. Or more like clicks into place.
It’s the same feeling I had in the market earlier. A rightness I’ve never known before settles in me, and a voice in the back of my head whispers, This is how it should always be.
Braxton begins a slow rhythm, each of his thrusts pushing her mouth further onto me.
The synchronicity of it is maddening and exquisite.
I thread my fingers through her hair, locking it back in a makeshift ponytail.
Not guiding, just connecting. She hollows her cheeks and uses the flat of her tongue to glide on the sensitive underside of my cock. And goddamn is she good at this.
She looks so sinful taking both our cocks at once. So dirty.
“You like being filled from both ends, don’t you?” I say, my words filthy and tender all at once. “You like being ours.”
She moans around me, the vibration sending sparks across my body. Braxton increases his pace, his hands gripping her hips hard enough to leave marks the way he did on her inner thighs. The thought of her wearing our fingerprints tomorrow sends me closer to the edge.
“Come on, Princess. Let’s see how good my girlfriend can suck me off.”
Never one to back down from a challenge, she sucks harder, her tongue working faster on the underside of my shaft.
And when she swirls her tongue around the head and dips into my slit, it’s too much.
I have to clench my jaw so I don’t blow sooner than I want.
She’s completely at my mercy, her hands pressed into the mattress for support.
She only has her mouth, not even her hands, and it’s so crude like this.
Tears line her eyes, mixing with her mascara and dripping down her cheeks. I wipe them away with my thumbs, holding her jaw as I start to pump, getting close and no longer able to hold back.
“Breathe,” I remind her, but it’s getting harder for her.
My cock thickens, and when she swallows and gags at the same time, I pull out of her mouth just as my orgasm hits.
I push her back and upright, changing the angling for her and Brax, and I come across her tits in hot, white spurts.
The sight of my release on her skin, marking her, is primal and satisfying in a way I can’t articulate.
I rub it into her tits, using it to play with her nipples.
She moans, her head falling back against Brax’s chest, and he adjusts his hands so he’s holding her up, one hand pressing down on her lower belly, the other possessively around her neck.
“More,” she hums.
Braxton grunts, his rhythm becoming erratic as he approaches his own climax.
I shift closer to her, positioning myself so she’s completely sandwiched between us.
While he fills her, I shove my thumb into her mouth, forcing her to suck it.
Once she has me nice and wet, I drag my hand down her body and start rubbing her clit in tight, fast circles.
She cries out, her hands finding my hair and pulling almost painfully as she brings my mouth to hers.
“Fuck yeah,” Brax encourages. “God, that’s hot. And you feel so good. So fucking good. I don’t… I have to…”
“He’s going to come in you now,” I whisper into her mouth. “Can you feel it? How hard he is in you? How good he’s fucking you?”
Her eyes are glazed, rolled into the back of her head, and I move my finger faster.
“Come on his cock, sweetheart. It feels so fucking good when you do that. Let him feel it too.”
That does it for Braxton. He comes with a deep groan, his hips pressed tight against her. I don’t stop, my thumb working her relentlessly until she follows, her second orgasm tearing through her like a storm.
Both of them writhe and jerk, and she clings to me, clings to us, moaning and whimpering until she sags, her eyes closed and her chest heaving. Braxton collapses back onto the bed, taking her with him, his arm thrown across her waist, and I slide down to the other side of her.
For a while, we just breathe together, our bodies cooling, hearts slowing.
I trace patterns on her skin, watching goose bumps rise in the wake of my touch.
Something has shifted today. Something beyond the physical pleasure we’ve shared.
Brax has been there with her for a while, and I selfishly pushed him off until he couldn’t stand it anymore.
I don’t know what’s real and what’s fake anymore. What I can have and what I can’t. I just know if I walk away, if I let this go, I’ll miss it always. Miss them always. And anything I’m forced into will be just that. Forced.
For all that Brax has lost in his life, all his heartache, he’s got it surprisingly simple now.
He’s seen love and loss as one and the same, which is maybe why he hasn’t fought me too hard on Waverly until now.
I think something has shifted in him too.
I think he no longer cares about the risks when she’s the reward.
The weight of my family’s expectations presses down on me. The demands about taking over Ouest Hotels, about settling down in France, about running OuestHicks from here.
Braxton props himself up on one elbow, studying her face. As if confirming my thoughts, he bends and takes her lips in a kiss that supersedes words. He’s in love with her.
We both are.