Braydon(11)

“Here?” she asked uncertainly.

Brendon glanced around the room. From what he could tell, it was some sort of supply room. There were reams of paper stacked in one corner, the far wall contained metal shelves from floor to ceiling, all bowing from the tremendous weight of what looked to be a stockpile of cleaners. There was a row of cabinets on one wall, but not much else. And no windows, which was a huge plus as far as he was concerned.

“Yeah, here,” he assured her, reaching his hands beneath the short hem of her skirt.

She didn’t try to push him away when he began to lift her dress. Her arms came up and around his neck, sliding into his hair as she leaned into him, their mouths aligning once again. As she nibbled at his lips, Brendon peered over her shoulder to where Braydon stood motionless on the other side of the room. His twin looked as though he was having an internal debate with himself, but the moment their eyes met, Braydon seemed to shake himself out of his revelry.

Regardless of the tension between them, they needed this. It might be the very last time, but right then and there, it was necessary.

In a few short steps, Braydon joined them just as Brendon was lifting Jessie’s dress up, forcing her to break the kiss so he could rid her of the confining fabric.

“Much better,” he groaned as he admired her semi-naked form. She always wore the sexiest undergarments. Today she had on a bloodred bra and matching panties. As much as he liked them, he still wanted to see her in nothing but those f*ck-me heels. “These need to go, too.”

Jessie nodded, but she didn’t reach to assist. Instead, she pressed her lips to his briefly and then trailed her mouth down his jaw, his neck. All the while she was working the buckle of his belt and fumbling with the button and zipper on his pants.

Thankfully, Braydon got with the program and managed to rid Jessie of her remaining clothing.

The next thing Brendon knew, his cock was buried in the sweet depths of Jessie’s perfect mouth while he leaned back against the counter, his fingers twined in her hair.

“Aww, that’s pretty,” Brendon told her. “My dick sliding into your mouth. Ahh, f*ck, it feels good.”

Brendon could hardly breathe for the sheer pleasure of her mouth on him. He didn’t budge from where he stood as she sucked him, laving his shaft with wet heat while Braydon teased her from behind with his fingers. It wasn’t long before Brendon’s eyes had closed and he was envisioning an entirely different mouth wrapped around his dick. He knew it was a shithead move, but he couldn’t help himself. It wasn’t like Jessie wasn’t getting her pleasure from Braydon. Brendon’s twin was the man she wanted in the first place, even Brendon knew that, but he hadn’t bothered to let on that he knew.

“Suck me, Jessie,” he whispered, guiding her head so that she was taking his dick deep in her mouth. Even as he saw Cheyenne’s beautiful face in his mind’s eye, Brendon reminded himself that this was Jessie. She was the one pleasuring him with such exquisite skill, he wasn’t going to last forever.

The warmth of her mouth disappeared briefly and her soft moan had Brendon opening his eyes. He glanced down to see Braydon lined up behind her, his dick in his hand as he began sliding it home. Jessie was pushing back against him, mumbling his name over and over. Finally, she returned her attention to Brendon, wrapping her soft lips around his cock, one hand fondling his balls.

The three of them remained like that for a few minutes, Jessie sucking Brendon, sending chills racing down his spine as she pushed him closer and closer to release while Braydon f*cked her from behind. When he did bother to open his eyes, which wasn’t often, Brendon noticed the look on his twin’s face, the longing that seemed to be reflected there, all directed toward Jessie.

God, what the hell had the three of them gotten themselves into?

“Fuck,” Brendon groaned when Jessie began bobbing furiously on his cock, one hand still gently kneading his balls, the other wrapped around the base of his shaft as she stroked him in time to her sucking. “That’s good, baby. So f*cking good. Make me come, Jessie. I want to come in your mouth, watch you swallow. And then I’ll watch you get f*cked. Do you want that?”

Jessie didn’t speak, but he felt the vibration from her moan as it raced up his cock. “Oh, yeah! Jessie! Damn, baby! Fuck yes!” Brendon couldn’t hold back any longer. With his eyes closed yet again, he thought about Cheyenne, what her pretty pink lips would look like wrapped around him, and he came with a rush.

He did just as he said he would. When he was spent, Brendon stepped away, his eyes glued to Jessie’s gorgeous curves, watching her full breasts as they rocked with Braydon’s punishing thrusts from behind. Her eyes were closed, her fingertips latched onto the counter in front of her. She was doing her best to remain quiet, he knew she was. Jessie was quite responsive and she didn’t have an issue voicing her enjoyment. But this certainly wasn’t the place for them to get caught going at it in a storeroom.

“Jess,” Braydon groaned. “I’m close, baby. Come for me, Jess. Come all over my cock.”

Jessie cried out, her body stilling as Braydon continued to plow her from behind. Brendon remained standing, watching her intently, wondering why the hell she couldn’t be the woman that he wanted more than his next breath.

She was certainly everything he should want, but for whatever reason, Cupid was being a cruel and brutal bitch where Brendon’s love life was concerned. It wasn’t enough that he hated himself for using Jessie, knowing what his twin felt for her. If he’d been a better man, he would’ve walked away, would’ve tried to push the two of them together because it was so goddamn evident that they wanted each other. But he wasn’t that man. He wasn’t.