Braydon(60)

Jessie sucked him hard, her mouth clasping around him. She had one hand wrapped around the base of his cock, and the other slid between his legs, teasing his balls. “Lick them,” he told her.

Her eyebrow rose slightly, but she moved between his legs. She cupped his balls with her silky hand and slid her tongue over him before sucking his balls into her mouth one at a time. She teased him relentlessly, rolling them against her soft tongue before releasing him.

Braydon was so caught up in the moment that he didn’t realize what she was planning to do until . . .



“OH, FUCK,” BRAYDON groaned. “That feels . . . Fuck, that feels good.” Jessie was teasing his * with one of her fingers. She wasn’t sure what had compelled her to do it, but she did. She alternated between applying gentle pressure, by slowly pushing the very tip of her finger inside of him before pulling back.

“Don’t stop, Jessie,” Braydon pleaded, his breaths sharp and exaggerated.

Jessie moved and Braydon’s face fell. She could see the disappointment registered there. At least until he must’ve realized she was just resituating herself.

“Bend your knees,” she instructed him, wanting to have more room to play.

The look on Braydon’s face spurred her on. He was more than a little excited, which in turn made her body burn. She wanted to please him, wanted to show him things that would drive him wild. He had been the one to admit that he’d been holding back. She could cop to the same thing, but she hadn’t said it out loud.

She couldn’t deny the fact that she loved sex. Both the physical aspect and the emotional one. But she too had been holding back. She always held back. Because if she didn’t, the repercussions would be more than she could handle. And because of that, she knew there were so many things she had yet to explore with a man, and she suddenly wanted to try them with Braydon.

In all the months that she had spent with Brendon and Braydon, most of the attention was spent on her. Of course, she’d given the two of them plenty of blowjobs, but never had she been able to experiment. Their encounters had always been about her.

Not that she was complaining.

To her delight, Braydon bent his knees, placing his big feet flat on the bed while she positioned herself between his legs. He grabbed a pillow and propped up his head, watching her down the length of his body.

He was so f*cking sexy. His chest muscles flexed and strained; his perfectly delineated abs bunched as he moved. Plus the bewildered expression on his face made him that much more appealing. It was clear he didn’t quite know what she had in store for him, but he was eager nonetheless.

Jessie massaged his balls with one hand and continued to tease his * with her finger, watching him as she did. Every now and then she would swipe her tongue along the thick length of his cock, enjoying the sight of his eyes rolling back in his head. She had just fallen into a delicious rhythm when Braydon jerked beneath her hands.

“Baby, wait. Not yet.”

Jessie grinned, very much interested in pushing him to the brink and then over. But Braydon apparently wasn’t having any of it because she found herself flat on her back, his comforting weight hovering above her once again.

“You’re good at that, you know?”

“Good at what?” she asked, playing coy.

“Making me crazy.”

“I can think of more ways to make you crazy.”

“I’m sure you can,” he said with a heartwarming smile. “But right now, it’s my turn.”

Braydon pressed his lips to hers gently, but that didn’t last long. The heat of their individual needs came together like a summer thunderstorm, and they collided. Tongues, teeth, hands. It was a glorious mishmash of sensation that catapulted her into an ever-intensifying state of bliss.

“Bray,” she moaned against his mouth.

He trailed his lips down her neck, across her collarbone. She closed her eyes and reveled in the amazing sensation as he continued to move lower. When he took her breast into his mouth, she gasped. The warmth of his tongue against her nipple had her body plummeting deeper into a whirlwind of pleasure.

But he didn’t stop there. Braydon gave equal attention to both of her breasts, licking, sucking, and nipping until she was writhing beneath him, trying desperately to maneuver so that he was right where she needed him.

That never happened, because Braydon was apparently on a mission. One that ended with his head between her legs, his tongue lapping at her * until she was immersed in so much pleasure, she didn’t think she could take it anymore.

“Braydon,” she moaned. “Braydon. Oh . . . Oh . . . You’re gonna make me come.” Jessie reached for his head, wishing she could grip his hair and pull him closer. She had to settle for palming his head and desperately trying to force him closer.

He chuckled and the vibration against her clit nearly sent her into orbit. When he slipped one finger inside of her, her breath caught, the potent friction lighting her up from the inside out.

“Come for me, Jess,” he told her. “That’s it, baby.”

He drove two fingers into her, and Jessie knew she couldn’t hold out much longer. When his lips suckled her clit once again, his fingers plummeting inside of her over and over, Jessie lost control. Crying out, she begged and pleaded for him to never stop as her orgasm started in her core and exploded into brilliant, colorful fragments of light behind her closed eyes.