Smoke and Wishes (Best Wishes #1)(43)
“Love, we aren’t opposed or weirded out, we’re adults. No strings, no stress. We just want to help you. Of course, if you’re not ready for something like this, that’s fine, we can just…” I cut his protests off by slanting my lips against his. The hands on my lap tightened, but not painfully. His lips were soft, tasting deliciously like sin and chocolate. My panties were done for when Landon joined in the fun, kissing and nipping the side of my neck up towards my jaw. A soft nibble on my left ear lobe had me moaning against Logan’s mouth. Holy fuck, I can’t believe this is happening.
I reached up and tangled my fingers into Landon’s hair tugging lightly. Logan ran his tongue against my bottom lip, his movements growing more demanding and I opened to him. His hands cupped my jaw, fingers curling into my hair as he deepened the kiss. I matched his intensity with a fervor of my own, teeth nipping at lips in the midst of our passionate kiss.
Weight shifted on the loveseat, Landon taking over where Logan was stationed at the edge my knees. Instead of going for my mouth, he focused on trailing kisses down the other side of my neck and across my shoulder, pulling the fabric out of the way as he progressed. Too many layers, I growled. Sitting up straighter into Landon’s embrace, I shrugged off my jacket, wanting to feel their skin against me. Logan situated himself behind me, his sculpted chest pressing against my back, a hand twisted into my hair. He licked from my right collarbone to my ear, ending his trail with a tender kiss. I felt myself melt in their hands, brimming with pure bliss at their kisses and touches.
Landon’s warm hands ran up the outside of my thighs, gently trailing up to my breasts, my shirt shifting up my stomach as he did. Tracing his thumbs around the sides, slowly moving towards my sensitive peaks. A shock of desire shot straight between my legs, my pussy throbbing with need at the feeling of his hands on my chest. I opened my legs resting them on either side of Landon so he could kneel in-between them on the couch. Pushing forward, he molded himself to me, my core pressing deliciously into his hard cock that was straining against his jeans.
Logan took the opportunity to run his fingers under my shirt against my back, his brother’s hands progressed from just running his thumbs over my nipples to cupping my breasts with a slight squeeze. I couldn’t hold back the breathy moan, stars bloomed in my eyes at the ecstasy flooding my system. Their hands and mouths worked wonders on my stress-ladened body. I want more, I thought once more, the unrelenting need making me whimper. I ground against Landon, his cock hitting my clit through my jeans. I knew I was soaking through my panties, but I wouldn’t have been surprised to see my wetness on Landon’s jeans when he pulled back.
“Fuck, Lucie,” Landon murmured against my lips as I ground against him a second time. Biting his lip and sucking it into my mouth drew a low moan from him, his chest rumbling with the sound. His hands drifted to the hem of my shirt and started pulling it over my head while Logan assisted from behind me. When it was off, he pressed hot kisses against the tops of my breasts returning his hands to knead my nipples through the fabric of my bra. I ran my left hand into his hair gripping tightly. Turning towards Logan, our mouths clashed desperately over my shoulder, the heat of being between them making my skin flush.
“Can I take this off, love?” Logan’s voice was thick with desire when he broke our kiss. His eyes were ignited, the flames glowing from within. I nodded breathlessly against him. Landon pulled back just enough for the lace to move away from my skin when Logan unclasped my bra. He stared at my breasts and with a pained groan and leaned down to lavish them, biting and sucking as he moved from one to the other. Goosebumps flared on his path, the feeling of his mouth heightened by the sensitivity of my skin. Logan used that as an opportunity to slip from behind me and kneel on the carpet next to the couch. My hand found its way to the front of his jeans, pressing against the hard cock currently trapped behind them. His hips ground forward as I ran my hand down his length through the rough fabric. Quickly unbuttoning his jeans, I slipped my hand into his boxers. The velvety steel throbbed in my palm as I slid my hand from the base to head.
“Oh, god,” he breathed, full body shudders overtook him at my strokes. He leaned to take my nipple into his mouth, inadvertently pulling away from my hand. Landon pushed me to lay back against the cushions. Unfastening my pants as he trailed hot, sucking kisses down my stomach, careful of the faded yellow bruising. It's like they’re worshipping me. I fought against the tears that threatened to spill from the revelation. My hands gripped the fabric of the couch as though it would keep me from floating into oblivion.
“I’ve dreamed of this, seeing you laid out in front of me,” Landon whispered as I was stripped down to just my navy lace panties. Logan released my swollen nipple to look down at me, his fist moving to his mouth where he bit down on his knuckle. A painful groan emanated deep in his chest as he stuck his free hand in his undone jeans and stroked himself. My eyes followed his hand under the fabric of his black boxers.
Landon stood up and ripped his shirt off, removing his jeans before dropping back between my legs. He pushed my knees open and started placing kisses at my knee, moving slowly towards my lacy panties. I kept my eyes on Logan as he removed his hand from fisting his large cock to pulling his shirt off. Holy fuck, they’re both perfect. Tan skin dipped and cut in muscled pecs and a six pack, a thin, dark trail of hair descended into his boxers. A pair of silver barbell studs struck through his nipples caught my attention before my eyes fell shut, back arching when Landon’s hot tongue dragged along the edge of my panties.