Keeley #3
Spencer ran his hand down my hair and curled it around his fist before he bent and took my lips in a fierce kiss.
My eyes slipped closed, and I reached for Brayden, sliding my hand up his sculpted leg to his thick cock.
He moaned when I closed my fist around him and stroked slowly.
Spencer broke our kiss, and my eyelids fluttered open.
I was drunk on them, already flying high on endorphins at the barest of touches.
I reached for Spencer’s cock and stroked them in time, watching as they turned toward each other. Spencer gripped Brayden’s pec, brushing his thumbs over his hardened nipples while Brayden tangled his hands in his husband’s hair and held him in place as they kissed ravenously.
I leaned forward and swiped my tongue over the head of Spencer’s cock. He jolted like he’d been struck by lightning, and I hummed at the salty taste flooding my mouth. I moved to Brayden and did the same. He hissed, and I moaned, his precum flooding my tastebuds.
They were thick and hard, their veins popping and skin as smooth as silk.
I was drowning in their combined scents.
I couldn’t get enough. I was ravenous. I closed my lips around one and sucked, then repeated it with the other.
Their hands tangled in my hair, their grips tightening as I worked my way down their shafts.
I couldn’t stop touching them, stroking my hands up and down their thick legs, their soft hairs tickling my palms, before I changed direction and gripped their asses, drawing them closer.
“Fuuuck,” Brayden moaned before pulling himself out of my mouth. “Sweet Baby Jesus, I’m gonna come.” He gripped his sac and pulled his balls away from his body before wrapping his fingers around the base of his cock and squeezing.
Spencer tugged me to my feet and kissed me like a man starving and I was the only meal within a hundred miles.
The tub was too small for the three of us to do anything except stand close, but they made perfect use of it, soaping up their hands and washing every inch of me.
Their touch sent me to heaven, their deft fingers on my skin stroking me to a high that I hadn’t believed possible.
I opened my eyes and looked at them, really cataloging the way we fit together.
We were so different, yet we worked. And for some crazy reason, they’d chosen to be with me.
I was so into them. I wanted everything they were offering, whatever that might entail.
I wasn’t in love with them... yet. But I was about to stumble and fall face-first for them.
“Need you,” I murmured as Brayden slid his fingers between my folds, stroking my pussy slow enough to drive me to the brink of sanity.
Spencer moved first, hopping out of the tub and hastily drying himself while Brayden turned off the faucets and then caught the towel Spencer tossed to him. Spencer reached for the dry towel on the hook and wrapped it around my shoulders, drying me more gently than he did himself.
“Spencer, hurry,” I ordered, and he dropped any pretense of finesse, drying me with quick strokes. Brayden stumbled and stubbed his toe on the tub and hissed. He hopped out of the bathroom on one foot.
“Oh shit, is he okay?” I asked, following him despite my still-wet feet. “Brayden, are you hurt? Do you need a doctor?” I dashed into my bedroom and found him smirking.
“Aw, y’all’re worried about me?” I narrowed my eyes at him, and he laughed. “I’m fine, darlin’. I stubbed my toe, but it’s fine.”
“You’re a shit,” Spencer teased, and I laughed at his insult.
Spencer snatched my towel away and tossed it aside, joining Brayden’s on the timber floor before they tugged me onto the bed, the three of us falling as one.
I was grinning like a loon, my heart pitter-pattering as I stroked their damp skin and wiggled closer. Brayden tugged me on top of him, and I straddled his thighs, holding myself above him with outstretched arms. My damp hair haloed us, and I smiled down at him.
“Hi,” he said with a smile.
“Hey,” I answered, my own smile growing bigger.
Spencer brushed my hair over my shoulder and dropped a kiss on my neck. “G’day,” he added.
I laughed and carded my fingers through his dark hair, holding him close. He was pressed against the length of me, and I still wanted more. I wanted everything.
“You okay?” he asked, and I nodded. “Then lie down on Bray, Keels. I need to get you ready for us so it doesn’t hurt.”
Brayden tugged me down and pressed his lips to mine.
He nudged our noses together and brushed his lips over mine in a sweet kiss.
Spencer shifted, trailing his lips down my spine, kissing each vertebra.
Their hands on me were overwhelming in the best possible way—Brayden’s at my breast and nape and Spencer’s on my hips and ass.
Their lips drugged me, pulling me toward a high with every press.
Spencer added his tongue, licking me as he hit the small of my back.
My body bowed, arching into his touch. He lowered himself further, brushing his lips over my tailbone and swirling his tongue over my pucker.
I gasped, my whole body trembling. It was as if every nerve ending was keyed into that tiny point of flesh where his tongue touched.
I choked out a cry and moaned when he did it again and again.
With every swipe of his tongue, my pussy contracted, my juices spilling onto Brayden’s steely cock trapped below me.
Brayden’s tongue invaded my mouth, capturing my cries as Spencer slid his fingers into my pussy and coated my hole with the wetness.
My pussy clamped around his fingers, and I moaned long and low.
Spencer purred, the sound hotter than the sun.
The vibration traveled through me, lighting me up like a Fourth of July firework.
“You love this, don’t you, Keels?” Spencer growled. “You’re dying for me to slide into you alongside Texas, aren’t you? You’re so fuckin’ tight and wet. We want to make it so good for you. Come for us now, babe.”
I moaned again, and he pumped his fingers in my pussy while he ate me out, his pointed tongue stretching my pucker with every short push inside. My hips moved of their own accord, grinding my clit against Brayden’s hardened flesh.
He hissed and arched up before exhaling heavily and melting into the mattress. “Fuck,” he panted. “Thank you.”
“Always, babe,” Spencer murmured and went back to eating me out, softening my muscle with his tongue.
With every swipe, need spiked, and I was writhing against Brayden’s cock and Spencer's tongue. I moaned at the flick of the lube cap. I wanted this. I was almost desperate for it. I was nearly thirty years old, and I’d never had something—anything—up my ass.
Until I’d seen Brayden’s ecstasy, I’d been unsure. Now I knew I wanted it.