Keeley #3
Spencer laid his hands on my ass, and I pushed back into his grip. I cried out when he licked me from core to clit and back again.
“Oh, fuck,” I breathed. I was wet and needy already, every nerve ending lighting up like a Christmas tree with each swipe of his tongue.
Then he was gone, and I groaned, never wanting him to stop.
But he pulled my hips back and clipped on my harness.
He fitted the dildo, and the nub at the base pressed against my clit.
I bit back a moan and rocked my hips, seeking the zap of sensation from it rubbing in just the right spot.
Brayden stilled. “Y’all, is that what I think it is?”
“It is,” I breathed, kissing down the knobs of his spine.
“Fuuuck,” he moaned. “Get inside me, darlin’.”
“I…” I paused. “I don’t know how hard to press,” I admitted. “I don’t want to hurt you.”
“Bray, on your belly like we’ve done before,” Spencer instructed. He moved, and Spencer pressed a kiss to my shoulder. “Straddle him, Keels, but don’t enter him.”
I did as he said, and Spencer wrapped a slippery hand around my waist, gripping the black dildo and coating it in lube, then doing the same to Brayden’s crack.
He lined the dildo up with Brayden’s hole, and with a hand on my nape, guided me until I was lying on top of Brayden, my arms bracketing his broad shoulders. Spencer shuffled closer, and I was pinned between them. Their heat surrounded me. My clit throbbed.
I needed them.
Spencer didn’t make me wait. He notched his cock at my entrance and eased forward, sliding into me so slowly that I felt every glorious inch of him against the walls of my pussy.
He filled me, his cock hitting my G-spot dead-on.
I moaned and tried to push back against Spencer, but he had my hips in a firm grip.
“Let me lead, babe,” he murmured, his heated breath against my ear. I relaxed in his hold, and he hummed, “That’s it.”
He eased me forward with his hips, the dildo slowly entering Brayden, inch by agonizing inch until we were pressed together without a hair’s breadth between us.
The nub on the dildo rubbed my clit, sending sparks through me.
I watched Brayden fist the sheets in a white-knuckled grip.
Every muscle in his back was rigid, rippling with each inhale and exhale.
“Keels?”
“Keep going,” I begged.
“Bray, you good?” Spencer asked.
“More,” he groaned.
Spencer controlled our moves, long slow withdrawals and even slower thrusts. He was making love to us, using my body to touch Brayden’s in the same way he was inside me. Sweat beaded on my brow, our bodies slipping together as we lost ourselves to the drawn-out rocking rhythm.
“Fuck,” Brayden hissed. “I’m close already. Gonna come without even a hand on my dick.”
“Such a good boy for us,” I murmured, and Brayden inhaled sharply.
Spencer quickened the pace, and he and the dildo hit me just right, dual points of pressure lighting up sensations and scattering them through my body, every nerve ending centered around my clit.
“Oh, shit,” I breathed as he thrust, his pelvis slapping against my ass as he rode me. Every pump of his hips dragged his cockhead over my G-spot, and the nub on the dildo connected with my clit. Sparks flittered through me, ignition points to an orgasm that would burn like a wildfire when it hit.
“That’s it, Keels. Come for me. I can feel you strangling my dick,” he rasped.
“Oh, Jesus,” Bray breathed. “Fuck, gonna come.” He shouted, and his body bowed and shuddered. The way he trembled, rubbing the nub against my clit, set me off, my orgasm hitting like white lightning, blinding me and leaving me gasping for air.
My vision went dark, my arms gave out, and my body thrummed, my core contracting and releasing over and over again.
Spencer rutted inside me, his cock hardening even more and getting impossibly thicker.
Another thrust, and sparks lit up my body again, my orgasm renewing itself.
Spencer groaned and stilled inside me, his hips pressed to my ass as his cock throbbed inside me.
His release coated my walls, the hot splash of cum setting me off again.
We lay there panting, trying to catch our breaths.
Brayden moved first, squirming uncomfortably.
I slowly eased out of him as Spencer’s softening cock slipped from me.
We collapsed to Brayden’s side, and he immediately rose, shifting away from the wet patch on the duvet.
He rolled off the bed and strutted into the attached bathroom before returning with a warm washcloth and cleaning both Spencer and me.
“We’re doing that again,” he said, then crawled under the covers.
I laughed and slipped in next to him, cuddling into his side and resting my head on his shoulder.
Spencer slid in behind me and wrapped his arm around my waist, resting his hand on Brayden’s abs.
He pressed a kiss to my shoulder and nuzzled my nape.
I closed my eyes and drifted, floating among the clouds.
I never wanted tonight to end. It had been everything and more I’d ever dreamed of—telling them I loved them, the concert, this. It was everything.
“Love you both,” I whispered.
Their arms tightened around me, and they both murmured, “Love you too.”
I couldn’t wipe the smile from my face. We loved one another. I buried my face in Brayden’s pec and pressed a kiss there. “I still can’t believe it.”
“That first night we saw you, we knew,” Spencer breathed against my nape.
“Thank you for being patient.”
“Y’all’re worth it,” Brayden drawled, and I smiled wider. I couldn’t believe this was my life, that I got to call these men mine.