She gave a delirious moan, and Ry strummed her clit. “Keep sucking his cock, baby. Use your mouth and your pussy to make us come with you.”
His soft command was all the invitation she needed. Angling her head back, she swallowed Bram down her throat and squeezed her vaginal muscles. The groan that shook from Ry verified that all those Kegel exercises really paid off. Breathing through her nose, she continued to suck and swallow Bram’s cock. His balls tightened and his thighs were rock hard, hinting how close he was. Ry pounded into her now, his determination to send her over the edge creating a lush spiral of pleasure within her.
Her entire existence narrowed to the cocks filling her mouth and pussy.
The orgasm started in her toes, rapidly spreading upward and outward in an unending tremble through her body. Tears streamed from her eyes, as much from the emotional tide crashing over her as the overwhelming pleasure of the climax. The masculine groans surrounding her were her first clues that Ry and Bram were making good on the promise of simultaneous orgasms. Through her sensual fog she realized Bram’s come was spurting down her throat while Ry’s cock throbbed inside her. It was enough to trigger another wave of orgasm, and she moaned around Bram’s pulsing shaft.
Nothing should feel this good. Be this incredible.
Even as she began to lose consciousness, a resounding truth clanged through her mind.
No fantasy could ever compare to this.
Chapter Seven
Bram awoke before Ry or Lacey. He used it to his full advantage, taking the opportunity to look his fill of the woman who’d consumed his thoughts and dreams for the past fifteen years.
Jesus, she was everything he’d ever wanted, wrapped up in a sweet, sexy package that made his heart sing and his cock stiff. Reaching down, he tamed his morning erection with a light squeeze. Unfortunately, touching his dick only brought to mind the mind-blowing pleasure of Lacey deep-throating him last night. He didn’t think he’d ever come so hard or long before in his life. Watching Ry fucking her, his cock drenched from her pussy, had only made the experience a million times more amazing.
He’d always suspected it would be this way. If he were being honest with himself, it was probably a large part of the reason why he’d encouraged Ry with that one-time threesome all those years ago. In the back of his mind, he’d wanted it to be Lacey squirming and gasping and coming between them.
Last night only proved he’d been right to want it. The three of them were meant for this. Maybe Lacey didn’t fully see it, or Ry. But it was true. They fulfilled something in each other, brought a dynamic to the relationship that wouldn’t exist outside of the threesome. Yeah, he had no problem making love to Lacey without Ry in the room, but the fact his best friend was right there too…talk about unbelievably hot. He fucking loved getting to see Ry take control, directing everyone’s pleasure. It freed Bram to immerse himself in the moment, to let his inner sexual beast howl and fuck to his heart’s content.
His cock bobbed against his stomach, making it clear that it was in the mood for a little lovin’. His gaze raked Lacey’s smooth, creamy skin and settled on the patch of pale blonde curls at the apex of her thighs. He knew precisely how he wanted to wake her up. Salivating in anticipation, he scooted closer to the foot of the bed and slid his hand over her mound. She murmured in her sleep but didn’t immediately awaken. Using his thumb to ease back the tiny protective hood of her clit, he brushed the nub with a soft kiss before toggling it with feather-light licks. She wiggled, her sensitive tissues quickly becoming wetter and wetter with each persuasive lap of his tongue. He sensed the tension building in her body and glanced up to find her sleepy eyes locked on him. Hers weren’t the only ones.
Ry rolled onto his elbow, presumably to get a better look. Like Bram, his cock was definitely sporting some morning wood. “How does she taste?”
“Fucking awesome.”
Lacey shuddered, perhaps in response to the humming vibration of his words against her pussy. Ry cupped her breast, massaging it lightly before rolling her nipple between his thumb and forefinger. “Does Bram’s mouth feel good on you, baby?”
She gave an exuberant nod, and Ry chuckled. “What do you like best? Having your clit licked or sucked?”
“B-both.” She gave a breathless murmur when Ry leaned down to kiss her. Bram could see their tongues gliding together. The fact that he was going down on Lacey at the same time only made the whole scene even more erotic. Lifting her hips a fraction, he sucked on her clit before sliding his tongue inside her. He drew on every ounce of oral skill he possessed while he ate her out, his excitement rising—along with his cock—with each broken gasp and moan that escaped Lacey. Suddenly her body tensed and her hips gave an involuntary jerk. Ry’s mouth cut off her keening cry while her clit beat beneath Bram’s tongue. He continued lapping at her until she slumped into the bedding. His cock was so hard and dripping enough precome that it’d left a wet spot on the comforter.
Ry—being the excellent wingman he was—snagged one of the condoms and tossed it to Bram. “Suit up.”
Hell, he didn’t need to be told twice. He ripped the foil packet open with his teeth and made short work of sheathing his cock. He started to position himself between Lacey’s legs, but Ry shook his head and pointed to the empty spot beside her. His brain giving way to the sexual beast panting inside him, Bram rolled onto his back and reached for Lacey. With Ry’s help, he eased her onto his lap so that she was straddling him. He nudged into her slit, and she slowly sank onto him, her pussy hugging him in a warm, snug embrace.
Fuck. He had no idea how Ry managed to hold off from immediately blowing the second he thrust into Lacey last night. The guy must have restraint more powerful than fucking Kryptonite. Gritting his teeth, Bram flexed his fingers on Lacey’s thighs, trying to concentrate on anything other than the tiny aftershocks rippling through the wet, silky flesh surrounding him as Lacey started to come down from her earlier orgasm. The lure to give in to the fierce urge tightening his balls was irresistible, but he wanted to show that he had just as much control as Ry. Plus he wanted to make Lacey come again. Maybe if they kept her showered in orgasms, she’d be more willing to make this threesome a permanent aspect.
Ry moved behind Lacey, supporting her with one arm banded around her waist. He did something with his other hand that caused Lacey’s eyes to widen and lose their glassy, sensual haze. She swallowed. “Okay, I know I had anal on the list, but seven a.m. on a workday morning is a little too soon for that.”
A chuckle floated from Ry. “Relax, that’s not my intention.”
“Then why is your cock—” Lacey broke off on a shaky groan. “Oh God, that feels good.”
Bram had no idea what exactly Ry was doing but judging from the way Lacey shuddered and arched her back she was loving the hell out of it. Watching her reaction was enough to make Bram’s cock swell even more. A moment later, the head of Ry’s cock bumped into Bram’s ball sac. He jolted slightly at the contact. Shit. Well that explained what Ry had been up to—sliding his dick along the crack of Lacey’s ass.
“Sorry,” Ry offered with a wry grin. “That was an accident.”
Bram cleared his throat. “No problem. Just don’t let that thing slip and go in the wrong hole. I love you, man, but not that much.” He tuned out Ry’s laugh as Lacey gaped at him.
“Y-you can feel him…down there?” Another shiver coursed through her, and she closed her eyes on a soft moan.
“Does the idea of that turn you on?” Ry’s expression held one hundred degrees of wickedness as he nipped Lacey’s earlobe. “Dirty girl.”