Keeley #6
“Breathe,” I whispered, and Brayden kissed me, his tongue tangling with mine as Spencer worked his way inside. I swallowed Brayden’s moans and touched everywhere I could, soothing the sting.
“Does it hurt?” I asked.
“Feels so good. So full,” he panted. “He’s so hot and hard. Fuuuck,” Brayden moaned as Spencer’s hips met my fingers.
Spencer stayed still for long moments until the tension left Brayden’s muscles, then he slowly pulled back.
With one hand bracing his weight next to my head and the other curled around Brayden’s hip, he pulled back, and Brayden chased him.
When Spencer thrust forward, he drove Brayden into me.
I cried out, and Spencer repeated the move, controlling his husband’s thrusts.
My pussy tightened, and I squeezed my legs around Brayden’s hips, riding his cock.
They didn’t move fast. It was slow and steady but deeper than I’d ever experienced before.
The way they moved was like a dance, a to and fro that had me teetering on the edge far too quickly.
I whimpered, and Brayden’s cock pulsed inside me.
My breath caught in my throat, and my heart pounded so hard that I would have been surprised if they couldn’t hear it.
I drew my knees up more and kissed him harder.
My pussy fluttered, heat radiating through my body in waves that rocked me to my core.
The ecstasy blinded me, crashing through me until I’d shattered into a million pieces.
I cried out, and Brayden captured my moans in his mouth.
I broke our kiss and gulped in air. They kept moving, their thrusts deeper and stronger as my pussy clamped down and strangled Brayden’s cock.
He shouted out, his moans muffled against my shoulder as he filled me with his release.
Every time my orgasm started to flag, Spencer did something with his hips that had Brayden’s cock flexing, leaking more cum into me.
Every pulse renewed the ripples overwhelming me.
Lust ricochetted through me, setting me aflame.
Brayden shifted his hand and pinched my nipple.
His abs contracted, and my clit rubbed against them as Spencer pumped his hips and stilled, pressing forward as he grunted his release.
Brayden cried out again, and I was gone.
I shattered once more in their arms. I could feel Brayden’s cum painting my walls, his cock pulsing inside me again.
My whole body throbbed, my sweat-soaked skin electric.
Brayden’s arms gave out, and he collapsed on me, breathing heavily. Spencer eased him off, the two of them dropping to my side. I was tender but buzzing, the endorphins having a rave in my veins. I floated in a haze, never wanting to leave this place.
I’d been right. I didn't know why they shared their bodies with other people, but whoever got between them was the luckiest person around.
I was lucky—beyond lucky. But I was stupid too.
“I was supposed to tell you I'm negative for everything, and I can't have kids, so that's not a worry, beg you not to tell management, and then part ways as friends.” I went to sit up, but Brayden threw his arm and leg over mine, keeping me in place.
“We're negative too,” Spencer said. “We get tested regularly, and we’re both on PrEP.”
“We're coming back to the can't have kids comment later,” Brayden added, “but did anything we did tonight feel like parting ways as friends to you?”
“We haven't had enough of you, Keels,” Spencer added.
“I can't do this,” I protested.
“Yet we just did,” Brayden murmured. Spencer shifted, climbing over our tangled legs and flopped back down on the other side of me.
“Think on it,” Spencer said, then ran his hand from my shoulder down my arm to my hand.
He interlaced our fingers and brought my hand to his lips, pressing a soft kiss there.
“Like we said before, we want this. We can keep it casual if that’s what you want.
” He gave a half shrug and added, “Hookups only. Nothing serious. Or we can go all in. The ball’s in your court. ”
Brayden plumped the pillow he was lying on and snuggled into my shoulder, letting out a contented sigh.
“What are you doing?” I breathed. “You can't stay.”
“Why not?” he mumbled.
“Because I have a daughter who’s lost enough. I don’t want her getting attached to you, then being heartbroken when you move on. And hookups don’t spend the night,” I exclaimed, my stress levels rising.
Brayden groaned and sat up. His movements were sluggish, his body already shutting down for the night. He must have been exhausted after playing a game and having an intense orgasm.
“We need to talk about everything you’ve just said. But not tonight. I can’t think straight,” he mumbled, then rubbed his eyes.
“Lock the door after us?” Spencer asked.
I watched as he helped Brayden get cleaned up and dressed, then threw on his own clothes. I slipped on a sweater and walked them to the door.
“Goodnight,” I murmured squeezing my legs together in a futile attempt to stop Brayden’s cum running down my legs.
He leaned in and kissed my cheek, then slid his hand into Spencer’s. “Darlin’,” he slurred.
“Next time it’ll be my cum you’re trying to stop from dripping out of you,” Spencer murmured against my ear and bit my lobe.
I moaned and shoved at him. “There won’t be a next time,” I said weakly.
He smirked, not believing my lie any more than I did at this point.