Page 30 of Just in Time
My feet thudded on the floor as I made my way out to the kitchen where Indy was leaning against the counter, sipping on a cup of coffee.
I leaned up on my tiptoes, my hands gripping the neck of his shirt as I pulled him closer, my lips meeting his as the coffee mug slipped from his hands and onto the floor.
He swore against my mouth, but hiked me up on his front as he carried me over to the kitchen table, away from the broken mug and the slick floor.
My butt hit the tabletop and his hands squeezed around it, as he deepened the kiss.
There was that telltale rumble in his throat as he brought one hand up the side of my body, rucking up the shirt I was wearing in the process.
His fingers dragged along my skin as I leaned back on my hands, allowing him to tug the shirt up and over my head, his eyes moving up and down my entire body as he drank me in.
There was a sound at the door, and Indy’s eyes cut to somewhere just over my shoulder, sharp and cutting until he saw what it was and they softened.
“Sorry, I heard the mug break…” Brody’s voice rumbled from the door. I could practically feel the tension in the room as he slowly entered. “And I wanted to make sure…” he trailed off and I turned, tossing my hair over my shoulder in the process.
“Get over here, Claws,” I demanded, holding out one hand as he moved closer. Quickly.
“I didn’t want to interrupt,” he said, gaze leveling at Indy, who brushed him off.
“Not interrupting,” Indy said, reaching for my panties. “I was just getting started.”
He yanked them off and down my legs, handing them to Brody as he spread my legs wide on the table. He scooped me up again, placing me in the nearest chair. He winked as he reached for his belt. “For better access…”
I jolted, because Brody had moved closer, his hands resting on my shoulders. I sighed into it, groaning a little when his hands moved down the front of my chest, the gloves rasping on my bare skin.
“You nervous, Lil?” Brody asked, tweaking my nipple. The shock of sensation traveled right between my legs.
“A little…” I answered truthfully.
“If you don’t want—“ Indy began, his hands pausing as he began to push down his jeans.
“Oh, I want…” I said, letting my head loll to the side so Brody could mouth at my neck. It sent shivers up and down my spine. “Believe me, I want.”
Indy smirked and hopped up onto the sturdy oak table. “I’ll watch for a little bit, before I jump in…that okay?”
I nodded, the gesture interrupted by a moan when Brody rolled my nipples between his forefingers and thumbs. The scratchy fabric of the gloves was the perfect amount of pleasure and pain. Just enough of the latter to keep my back arching.
Indy’s idea of watching turned out to be rubbing his hand up and down the thick shaft of his cock. An action which made my pussy ache with arousal. Of course, Brody wasn’t helping with his teasing little swipes across my tits.
I longed for more, wanted to feel something against my clit. Something to ease the burn. To slide in the slickness pooling there.
Brody’s breath was hot against my skin, and I could pretty much feel the vibrations of the low growls he was emitting. Not marking his territory, though.
Offering.
It wasn’t hurting anything. And that was the truth.
Brody let one hand drop between my legs, not touching me with his gloved hands, just applying a little pressure to my swollen cunt. With every subtle movement of his fingertips over me, I writhed that much more in the chair. My thighs stuck to it in the sticky heat of the kitchen, the legs scraping on the floor as I moved. I wished he’d pick me up, sit down in the chair and let me writhe in his lap.
On his cock.
Really give Indy a show worth watching. One equivalent to the one he was giving me. I licked my lips as he stroked his hand up and down the length of his cock. The skin moved over the head and back down again, spreading the fluid that beaded at the tip. Indy’s eyes were dark. Hooded as he watched Brody touch me. Watched him spread me open.
His tongue came out to wet his lips. “Fuck me, you’re gorgeous,” he murmured.
I wasn’t sure if he was talking to me or to both of us, so I didn’t try to think.
Besides, I couldn’t take it anymore. I needed more. I thrusted up against Brody’s hand, trying to get more friction.
