Page 57 of Bossing My Holiday
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TRISTAN
The air between us is electric from the moment we reach the apartment, crackling with the promise of what’s to come. Waverly’s eyes meet mine as we step through the door, a silent question in them that I answer by taking her hand and leading her not to my bedroom, but to Braxton’s. He follows behind us, his fingers already working at his tie.
Tonight feels different. This isn’t one of us alone with her, and this isn’t us simply making her come. Tonight, she’s going to experience both of us.
“Are you sure?” Brax asks Waverly, though her flushed cheeks and dilated pupils already tell us what we want to know.
“Yes,” she replies easily, the single word carrying more certainty than I was expecting for how nervous she’s been with us.
Braxton closes the door behind us with a soft click. We move toward her from opposite sides, and I cup her face so I can tilt it up for a kiss that starts gently but quickly deepens. She tastes like mulled wine and desire, her breath fast and choppy.
Our girl’s nervous.
Braxton moves behind her, sweeping her hair aside to place his lips on the nape of her neck, making her shiver between us.
“Let’s get these clothes off you,” I murmur against her mouth. My fingers find the buttons of her sweater, working them open one by one while Braxton’s hands slide around her waist, tracing the curve of her hips.
Her sweater falls open, revealing her pretty light blue bra. The one I saw this morning. The matching set to the panties I ripped off her. And how could I have forgotten that?
I reach into Brax’s pocket and slip out her ruined panties.
“Oh shit.” He belts out a laugh. “You little slut,” he teases. “You’ve been without panties all afternoon?”
She smirks. “He ripped them off me. Not my fault you forgot.”
“You realize we could have made her come at lunch?” he says to me.
I shrug. “Something to do next time.”
I run my knuckles over the fabric of her bra, feeling her nipples harden beneath my touch. Braxton unzips her skirt from behind, letting it pool at her feet. She steps out of it, now standing before us in just her bra and heels.
“So gorgeous,” Braxton says, the words hot with desire.
I circle behind her, replacing Braxton’s position while he moves to face her. My hands unhook her bra while his thumbnails drag up and down her thighs as he kisses her, fisting her hair and pulling her into him. He murmurs something into her mouth. Something I can’t hear, but whatever it is, it makes her shake.
He bends in front of her and kisses her pussy while he removes each of her heels.
She sways, and I grasp her hips, holding her steady. “Nervous?” I whisper in her ear, and she nods.
Brax sits back and stares up at her. “Don’t worry, we’re going to take good care of you, Sunshine.”
“Lie down,” I tell her, my voice rough with want.
She goes to Braxton’s bed, her movements fluid and confident despite the trembling in her hands and calves. I like that she’s nervous. I like that she’s never done this before. Regardless, as always with Waverly, she’s guileless and bold and knows exactly what she does to us and the power she holds.
She reclines against the pillows, watching as Braxton and I strip off our own clothes. I’ve been hard all damn day, aching for her touch, and Braxton is equally aroused, his breathing shallow as he drinks in the sight of her.
We join her on the bed, one on each side. I start at her mouth, kissing her deeply while my hand trails down her body, cupping her breast, and thumbing her nipple into a tight peak. Braxton begins at her feet, massaging his way up her calves, her thighs, his fingers getting closer to her center with each upward stroke.
“You know we’re going to do very dirty things to you,” I rasp against her ear, my teeth grazing her lobe.
“I know,” she breathes. “I want that.”
Her answer sends a jolt of heat through me. I move my attention to her tits, taking one nipple into my mouth and sucking hard enough to make her gasp while rolling the other between my fingers. Brax continues to rub and tease her, getting close to her pussy but not touching her.
“Please. Ah, please touch me.”
