Page 59 of Bossing My Holiday
Brax smacks her ass, making her yelp, and I take advantage and push my cock all the way in just as he pushes inside her. The sight of him entering her while she takes me in her mouth nearly undoes me.
“Fuuuck,” I groan as she sucks me down deep, the wet heat of her mouth intoxicating. “Your mouth is so perfect.” I brush the long strands of her dark hair back from her face and tilt her chin up so I can see her eyes. She gazes up at me with those shimmery orbs, and something inside me shifts. Or more like clicks into place.
It’s the same feeling I had in the market earlier. A rightness I’ve never known before settles in me, and a voice in the back of my head whispers,This is how it should always be.
Braxton begins a slow rhythm, each of his thrusts pushing her mouth further onto me. The synchronicity of it is maddening and exquisite. I thread my fingers through her hair, locking it back in a makeshift ponytail. Not guiding, just connecting. She hollows her cheeks and uses the flat of her tongue to glide on the sensitive underside of my cock. And goddamn is she good at this.
She looks so sinful taking both our cocks at once. So dirty.
“You like being filled from both ends, don’t you?” I say, my words filthy and tender all at once. “You like being ours.”
She moans around me, the vibration sending sparks across my body. Braxton increases his pace, his hands gripping her hips hard enough to leave marks the way he did on her inner thighs. The thought of her wearing our fingerprints tomorrow sends me closer to the edge.
“Come on, Princess. Let’s see how good my girlfriend can suck me off.”
Never one to back down from a challenge, she sucks harder, her tongue working faster on the underside of my shaft. And when she swirls her tongue around the head and dips into my slit, it’s too much. I have to clench my jaw so I don’t blow sooner than I want. She’s completely at my mercy, her hands pressed into the mattress for support. She only has her mouth, not even her hands, and it’s so crude like this.
Tears line her eyes, mixing with her mascara and dripping down her cheeks. I wipe them away with my thumbs, holding her jaw as I start to pump, getting close and no longer able to hold back.
“Breathe,” I remind her, but it’s getting harder for her. My cock thickens, and when she swallows and gags at the same time, I pull out of her mouth just as my orgasm hits. I push her back and upright, changing the angling for her and Brax, and I come across her tits in hot, white spurts. The sight of my release on her skin, marking her, is primal and satisfying in a way I can’t articulate.
I rub it into her tits, using it to play with her nipples.
She moans, her head falling back against Brax’s chest, and he adjusts his hands so he’s holding her up, one hand pressing down on her lower belly, the other possessively around her neck.
“More,” she hums.
Braxton grunts, his rhythm becoming erratic as he approaches his own climax. I shift closer to her, positioning myself so she’s completely sandwiched between us. While he fills her, I shove my thumb into her mouth, forcing her to suck it. Once she has me nice and wet, I drag my hand down her body and start rubbing her clit in tight, fast circles.
She cries out, her hands finding my hair and pulling almost painfully as she brings my mouth to hers.
“Fuck yeah,” Brax encourages. “God, that’s hot. And you feel so good. So fucking good. I don’t… I have to…”
“He’s going to come in you now,” I whisper into her mouth. “Can you feel it? How hard he is in you? How good he’s fucking you?”
Her eyes are glazed, rolled into the back of her head, and I move my finger faster.
“Come on his cock, sweetheart. It feels so fucking good when you do that. Let him feel it too.”
That does it for Braxton. He comes with a deep groan, his hips pressed tight against her. I don’t stop, my thumb working her relentlessly until she follows, her second orgasm tearing through her like a storm.
Both of them writhe and jerk, and she clings to me, clings to us, moaning and whimpering until she sags, her eyes closed and her chest heaving. Braxton collapses back onto the bed, taking her with him, his arm thrown across her waist, and I slide down to the other side of her.
For a while, we just breathe together, our bodies cooling, hearts slowing. I trace patterns on her skin, watching goose bumps rise in the wake of my touch. Something has shifted today. Something beyond the physical pleasure we’ve shared. Brax has been there with her for a while, and I selfishly pushed him off until he couldn’t stand it anymore.
I don’t know what’s real and what’s fake anymore. What I can have and what I can’t. I just know if I walk away, if I let this go, I’ll miss it always. Missthemalways. And anything I’m forced into will be just that. Forced.
For all that Brax has lost in his life, all his heartache, he’s got it surprisingly simple now. He’s seen love and loss as one and the same, which is maybe why he hasn’t fought me too hard on Waverly until now. I think something has shifted in him too. I think he no longer cares about the risks when she’s the reward.
The weight of my family’s expectations presses down on me. The demands about taking over Ouest Hotels, about settling down in France, about running OuestHicks from here.
Braxton props himself up on one elbow, studying her face. As if confirming my thoughts, he bends and takes her lips in a kiss that supersedes words. He’s in love with her.
We both are.
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