Braydon(107)

And then she was perfectly, beautifully naked right there in the cab of his truck.

Knowing that they couldn’t fulfill all his wicked fantasies right then and there, Braydon opted to pleasure her as best he could. Due to his height, moving around in the truck wasn’t all that easy, so he had to rely on Jessie’s flexibility.

Oh yeah, he managed.

With his hands beneath her, he lifted her hips and leaned forward, pressing his tongue to her clit. When she groaned and attempted to thrust against his eager mouth, Braydon pulled her closer. Her body was bowed at an odd angle, so he didn’t waste time.

“Braydon! Oh, holy . . .” Jessie cried. “That feels so good. Don’t stop. Please don’t stop.”

Braydon ate her * like a starving man, burying his tongue deep, withdrawing, and then teasing her clit. He continued, picking up a perfect rhythm but not lingering too long. He wasn’t ready for her to come just yet.

It would seem that along with the communication issues, they’d also been lacking in foreplay. And since they’d already begun to rectify the first problem, he had every intention of working on the second tonight.

If it weren’t for the fact that there was still a party going on at Ethan’s, Braydon would’ve helped Jessie out of the truck, tossed a blanket into the bed, and proceeded to make love to her under the stars. Unfortunately, the risk of someone stopping by on their way out was too great, and he had no intention of putting them in that predicament tonight.

Instead, he continued to tease her, lapping at her until she was begging him. He almost caved and finished her off, but he held back. It wasn’t time. Not yet anyway.

He planned to make her come a million different ways, but not just yet.

“We should go inside,” he whispered, pulling his mouth from her cunt and letting his breath fan over her.

“We definitely should,” she panted.

Braydon glanced out the window to see that Jessie’s porch light wasn’t on, which meant no one was likely going to see her naked form when he carried her inside, even if they did pass by at that exact moment. Because he didn’t want to risk that, he decided to hurry.

“Come here,” he instructed, helping her to sit up as he worked his way out of the truck.

Once his feet were on the ground, he reached for her, pulling her close to his body before sliding one arm beneath her legs, the other behind her back.

“I’m naked, you know,” she informed him.

Oh, he definitely knew. His dick did, too. “Yep, I know. And I plan to keep you that way.” Braydon lifted her out of the truck, hip checked the truck door closed, and then made a beeline for the front porch. Within a minute they were in the house, Jessie was on her feet, and Braydon was ready to explode.

The moment he set her on the floor, she went right for his zipper. And while she tried to divest him of his shorts, he kicked off his flip-flops and practically ripped his shirt off.

And then they were both naked, but he didn’t allow Jessie to get her mouth on him. He could see the wicked gleam in her eyes and his cock was fully on board with the idea of tunneling into the hot recesses of her mouth, but he wasn’t quite finished with her yet.

Taking her hand, he pulled her around to the couch. He lowered himself to a sitting position and then easily reclined, keeping his hands on her and pulling her toward him.

Jessie laughed as she toppled over, but she clearly understood what he wanted. With her knees straddling his head, Braydon picked up where he’d left off in the truck, sliding his tongue through her slick folds, lapping at her * until she was riding his mouth and crying out his name.

And this time, he let her come.

Twice.



JESSIE WAS PRETTY sure Braydon was trying to make her crazy.

Not that she minded, because the orgasm that was slowly fading—the second one of the night—had been so worth it.

But now she wanted her turn.

When she managed to get her breathing back under control, Jessie smiled down at Braydon as he looked up at her from his position between her thighs.

“Okay, my turn,” she told him, forcing herself to her feet.

“Yeah? What’d you have in mind?”

“You’ll see,” she said as she made her way to her bedroom.

Because she didn’t want him to come in there and see what she was doing, Jessie hurried. She grabbed a bottle of lube and the small, thin vibrator she’d recently bought but never used. It took longer than she hoped to get the plastic package open and the batteries inserted, but thankfully Braydon didn’t come searching for her.

She made it back to the living room to find Braydon still lying in the same position he’d been in, his head turned as he watched her. She kept her newfound toys hidden as she assumed her position above him once again. This time she faced away from him, and she didn’t straddle his head.

“Don’t move,” she told him as she glanced back over her shoulder at him. “And no touching.”

“That’s not an easy task,” he replied as he placed his warm hands on her ass. “I like to play.”

“Me too,” she said, leaning forward and running her tongue along the length of his cock, making him shudder. His hands quickly stopped their teasing, but he didn’t release her. His grip was firm, yet he wasn’t hurting her. Jessie continued, easing her toys onto the edge of the sofa so that they wouldn’t get in the way.