Keeley #3
Brayden tucked a stray piece of hair behind my ear. He added in a voice that was almost a purr, “Toss that… thing in the trash. Don’t let me see you with anything but a number sixty-nine on your back from now on.”
Brayden stepped back, and I instantly missed his hard muscles pressed against me. I’d wear Brayden’s jersey if that’s what he really wanted, but I couldn’t be his.
“Do it,” Spencer bit out, his gaze locked on mine like a heat-seeking missile.
“Okay,” I breathed and wavered closer to them, my body all but begging them to get closer.
I reached for the hem and tugged it over my head, leaving me in my bedazzled sports bra.
Then I swallowed and looked down. My boobs looked saggy, and my muffin-top overflowed even from my most flattering jeans.
I wondered what they thought of me standing—
“Fuckin’ stunning,” Spencer rasped, and I swallowed hard.
I looked at him, took in the heat in his eyes, the way he dropped his gaze slowly like he was drinking me in.
I watched him slip his thumbs into his belt loops and squeeze his hands into fists as if he needed to restrain himself from reaching for me.
He slicked his bottom lip with his tongue, then, once more, pressed his teeth into the plump flesh. My heart beat harder.
Brayden leaned in close, his heated breath washing over my neck. He brushed my hair back and kissed a line from my shoulder to below my ear. “Your bra’s sparkly,” he noted, running his fingertips round the plunging neckline. “I like.”
“It’s for dancing,” I rasped, my nipples hardening at his barely-there touch.
“You dance?” he asked slowly, his eyes slipping closed. “Ballet?”
I huffed out a laugh. “No. Pole.”
Brayden bumped his head against the drywall I was leaning against and he groaned. My gaze flicked to Spencer. He clenched his teeth. His intense gaze was locked on me.
“Sweet Baby Jesus,” Brayden breathed and leaned his hips against mine, pressing his hard cock into the softness of my belly. I grasped his hips, holding him to me. I needed these clothes off, stat.
“Y’all, the only thing that would make that picture any hotter is if you told us you danced to Spencer’s music.”
“Oh, um.” Heat crawled up my throat to my cheeks until my face was burning. I bit down on my lip to stop my confession spilling free, and Brayden pulled back, his gaze ping-ponging between Spencer and me.
“Y’all do, don’t you? You dance to Spencer’s music.” He grinned like the cat who got the cream.
I nodded and flicked my gaze to Spencer. He’d abandoned the belt loops of his jeans and had one hand balled into a fist and the other wrapped around his rigid length with a white-knuckled grip. His dark eyes flashed, and his chest filled rapidly with his sharp inhale.
“Get on the sofa, Keels,” he rasped. “Before I lose it in my pants like a fucking teenager.”
I swallowed and nodded, then hurriedly followed his instructions.
He kneeled at my feet, pressed a kiss to my thigh that sent a shiver through me, then ran his big hands up my calves to my knees.
He pushed them further apart and kissed along my collarbone up to my ear.
Then he murmured, “I want to be buried inside you like Bray was. I want your tight little arse stretched around my cock, and I want to hear you scream our names as you come. After that I want to fill your pussy up like he did.”
“Fuck,” I cursed. My pussy throbbed, my nipples tightened, and my skin flushed hot. Spencer had just detailed every one of the fantasies I’d had about them when I was dancing to his music.
“You want that?” Brayden asked from his perch on the armrest of the sofa.
I nodded and tentatively reached for Spencer, carding his hair through my fingers. He smiled against my skin, still nibbling on the spot below my ear. “Good. Because once I've done that, we're gonna do it all over again.”
I tried to squeeze my legs together, but Spencer was right there.
He could feel my intention. He growled and hooked his hands under my ass and jerked me forward, pressing our bodies together.
Instinctively, I wrapped my legs around him.
He grasped my nape and dragged me to him, crashing his lips down on mine.
He absolutely owned me, demanding entry and lashing his tongue against mine.
He stole my breath and my will to deny this attraction that had burst into an inferno with his words.
His kiss was possessive.
Passionate and wild.
When I pulled back, gasping for air, Brayden turned my face to his and feathered butterfly-light kisses along my jaw to my lips.
I moaned. My brain had turned to mush, and any sensible thoughts disappeared on the wind, drifting away.
Brayden kissed me, slow and sensual. He was so different from Spencer, but the two of them together drove me wild.
Spencer undid the button and zipper on my jeans, then tugged them off me, while Brayden teased me with his tongue, dipping it into my mouth and daring me to chase his taste.
I gasped when he buried his face between my legs, and I gripped the sofa cushions to stop myself from bowing up off the couch when he licked me.
A tremor wracked me from the hair on my head to the tips of my toes as he and licked and sucked on my clit.
Electricity sparked in me, and the rushing in my veins started.
I was wet, my pussy clenching, begging to be filled.
Spencer read me like an open book, sliding his calloused fingers into me in a slow tease that stretched my walls around him.
“Mmm,” he moaned, the vibration sending another spark of lust through me.
He lashed me with his tongue and hit my G-spot over and over with his fingers as Brayden broke our kiss and murmured against my temple, “Come on his tongue, darlin’, so I can kiss him and taste both of y’all.” I cried out and he hummed. “Y’all want that, darlin’?”
“Yes, fuck. Want to see you together too.”
“Then come for us.”
Spencer flicked his tongue over my clit before sucking it into his mouth.
He slid his thumb down to my ass, slicking my hole.
I gasped, and Brayden reached palmed my breast and gently ran his fingernail over my nipple before he pinched it.
My insides seized, and I cried out. The buzzing started at the base of my spine and washed over me in waves.
I was teetering on the edge, about to dive into an abyss I never wanted to find my way out of.
Instinctually, I drew my knees up, rocking against Spencer’s mouth, trusting him to make me fly.
I couldn’t tear my eyes away from him—that head of almost-black unruly hair between my thighs.
His dark eyes were locked on mine, his lips wet and swollen, his tongue flicking out and driving me wild.
He licked me again, and his eyes fluttered closed. He looked drunk. On me.
“I… I need…” I panted, unsure of what I was trying to say.
“What, darlin’?”
“You.”
Brayden grasped my nape and angled my face up, then kissed me again.
But this time there was no slow discovery.
He was as urgent as Spencer had been, taking over and dominating our kiss.
He slid his tongue inside my mouth and moaned when I met him stroke for stroke.
Spencer doubled down, pumping his fingers deeper and finding my G-spot every time.
He stroked my ass with the pad of his thumb.
My orgasm hit me like a star going supernova.
Everything whited out, blinding lights flashing behind my closed eyelids.
My body shook, my hips bowing up off the sofa as I arched into their arms. Brayden swallowed my cries, and Spencer stroked the inside of my thigh with his free hand as I rode out the waves of ecstasy pulsating through me.
Finally it eased, and I was boneless, gasping for air and unable to even open my eyes.
Strong arms surrounded me, and I snuggled into that hard chest I’d become so familiar with in such a short time. Brayden picked me up like I was weightless. I shouldn’t be here like this with them. But I didn’t want to be anywhere else.
“If y’all’re already overthinkin’ this, darlin’, we have to do better,” Brayden murmured as he carried me through the living room.
“I was supposed to say sorry, promise it wouldn’t happen again, and ask to be friends,” I mumbled, my speech come-drunk and slurred.
Brayden chuckled and laid me down on my bed. Spencer must have turned it down, because I was on smooth sheets, not the thick duvet. “Not if we had any say in it.” He smirked and turned, reaching for his husband.
Their bodies crashed together, both gripping each other’s face and nape as the air crackled between them and their tongues met.
Brayden broke the kiss and licked over Spencer’s chin before diving in again.
Spencer slid his hand down his husband’s back to his ass and squeezed, and Brayden’s hips jerked forward, grinding their cocks together.
If they were going to do this, I needed them naked.
I set the tone, throwing my bra to the floor.
I shifted onto my knees and reached for Spencer’s leather jacket.
It was buttery soft to the touch and slipped straight off his shoulders when he finally let go of Brayden long enough for me to shuck it.
I went for Brayden’s sweater next, pushing it up from his narrow waist to his broad shoulders.
They pulled back, eyes glazed and chests rising and falling rapidly, their hard cocks tenting their jeans.
I watched as they stared at each other, a silent conversation passing between them.
They moved as one, stripping off the rest of their clothes and then facing me on the bed. I sucked in a breath. Spencer’s scowl was pronounced as he stalked forward. I scooted back, instinctively the prey to his predator.
“Fucking gorgeous,” Spencer growled. “Every bloody inch of you is perfection.”
“Isn’t she,” Brayden agreed like I wasn’t sitting right in front of them.
“Spread those legs, Keels. Let me see all of you.”