Page 84 of Bossing My Holiday
Braxton kisses along my inner thighs, each one closer to where I’m already wet and wanting. Tristan isn’t wrong about that. Last night I was wild and had them making me come for hours.
“More irresistible,” Brax agrees. “More insatiable.” His voice is rough with desire. “I just have to think about you being pregnant, and I’m hard.”
His mouth covers my pussy, giving it a big, swirling French kiss.
I gasp, arching against Tristan as Brax’s tongue works me like I’m made of ice cream. He circles and flicks, making me tremble, already bringing me close. Tristan’s hands continue on my breasts, occasionally sliding up to tilt my chin for deep, consuming kisses that swallow my moans. He’s so hard. So fucking hard, and I want his cock in me.
“That’s it, Princess,” Tristan encourages as my hips begin to rock against Braxton’s mouth. “Let us take care of you.”
Braxton slides two fingers inside me, curving them just so while his tongue continues its relentless rhythm. Tristan pinches my nipples lightly, the hint of pain amplifying the pleasure building low in my belly. Between them, I’m climbing higher, faster, my breath coming in short pants.
“Fuck, I can smell how turned on you are. Come in Brax’s mouth. Make him messy.”
I can only nod, words beyond me now. Braxton growls, loving that idea more than I do as he increases his pace. Tristan whispers encouragement in my ear. Filthy promises of what’s to come, sweet declarations of how beautiful I am when I come apart for them.
The orgasm crashes through me like a wave breaking against the shore, powerful and inevitable. I cry out, my back arching and my fingers clutching at Tristan’s thigh beside me and Braxton’s hair between my legs.
Before I can fully recover, they’re shifting positions. Braxton takes Tristan’s place behind me while Tristan moves between my thighs, his cock hard and glistening with precum. I lick my lips, wanting to take him in my mouth, and he smacks my lips with it.
“Not this morning, Princess. Maybe if you’re a good little slut for us now, I’ll let you have it later.”
God, why do I love that so much? I don’t even care if it’s degrading. It’s shamelessly fucking hot to me.
Tristan shifts my hips, his knees digging into the bed as he enters me slowly, giving me time to adjust to his size. Behind me, Braxton’s hands replace Tristan’s on my breasts, his lips trailing fire along my neck and shoulders. I’m surrounded, filled, held in a cocoon of sensation, but it’s not enough.
Tristan begins to move, his strokes measured and deep. His eyes never leave mine, intense and focused. “You feel incredible,” he rasps, his voice strained with the effort of maintaining control. “So perfect for us. But you want Brax too, don’t you, sweetheart?”
Braxton’s hands wander lower, one sliding between Tristan and me to circle my still-sensitive clit. “Is that what you need?”
Their words fuel the fire within me, and I cry out, barely able to get a nod in, already so lost. Everything with my body is hypersensitive, and I can’t get enough. The rhythm changes as Tristan pulls out of me, moving up to kiss me deeply before trading places with Braxton once more, who thrusts into me like a man already on the edge.
“Fuck, that’s good.”
He starts to pound into me, fucking relentlessly, using his knees and feet on the bed for leverage. Tristan’s wet cock grinds between my ass cheeks, adding another layer and making this more intense.
Tristan’s hand slips between my legs, his talented fingers circling in time with Braxton’s thrusts. My second orgasm builds more slowly than the first, a gradual ascent rather than a sudden climb.
“I want you both,” I beg, plead. “All of us. Please.”
Tristan nods, understanding the request. He moves behind me, going for the bedside table. I hear the pop of the lube, and a moment later, he’s adjusting me, using a slick finger to prep me for what’s to come.
“You ready?” Brax asks, always checking, always ensuring my comfort above all else. Sweat clings to his brow, and I pull him in, wanting his mouth on mine.
“More than ready,” I assure him, panting into his mouth as I feel Tristan adjusting his cock for my back entrance.
The initial pressure is intense, my body stretching to accommodate them both. Braxton holds still above me, his hands steady on the bed on either side of my thighs that are looped around Tristan’s. Tristan pushes in, then uses his grip on my hips to pull out. His harsh breaths and whispered encouragements have me relaxing, and then they’re both fully seated within me, filling me completely.
“God, I love you,” Braxton groans, his face tight with pleasure and emotion. “God, how I love this.”
They begin to move in tandem. Braxton withdrawing as Tristan pushes forward, then reversing, never leaving me empty, never allowing the connection to break. The sensation is overwhelming, pleasure bordering on transcendence.
Braxton captures my mouth in a desperate kiss, swallowing my increasingly frantic moans.
One hand is behind Braxton’s neck, holding him close, the other is at the back of Tristan’s head. I can’t do anything but lie here on Tristan’s cock while I’m filled with Braxton’s. Tristan’s hips pummel up while Braxton’s pummel down, and I’m stuck between them. Utterly blissed out. Never wanting this to end.
“Oh, hell,” I cry as I shatter between them, screaming out their names as pleasure relentlessly shoots through me. They follow me over the edge, first Braxton with a deep groan against my lips, then Tristan with a shuddering gasp against my neck.
For a long moment, we remain joined, a tangle of limbs and racing hearts and shared breath. It’s sticky, and I’m filled with their cum. But none of us care enough to move. Not yet.
