She shifted her head to the side and met Ry’s lips. Bram watched them engage in a hot, open-mouthed kiss that hardened his cock until he thought it would explode. Unable to remain still a second longer, he pumped his hips, surging deeper inside her. She groaned into Ry’s mouth before looking down at Bram. “You feel…incredible.”
“So do you, Lace.” He offered her a strained smile. “In fact, I’m having a hard time not shooting too soon. No pun intended.”
“You need to come?” She snagged her bottom lip between her teeth and rocked on top of him in a way that made his eyes cross.
He quickly caught her around the waist, stalling her. “Not before you, darlin’.”
“I already did. It might take a while to get there again.”
Not if he had anything to say about it. He shot a look toward Ry and noticed the determined gleam in his best friend’s gaze. Good. They were of similar minds.
Ry pulled Lacey flush against his chest, and her resulting gasp hinted that her ass cheeks were pillowed around his dick. With both of his hands now freed, Ry cupped Lacey’s breasts, massaging them in rhythm to Bram’s thrusts. Her pussy clenched around Bram, a sign that she was drawing closer to the peak.
He trailed his palm down to where they were joined and ghosted his thumb over her clit. The slippery nubbin enticed him into tasting her once more, and he pulled his hand away just long enough to suck her essence from his finger. Lacey stared at him as if mesmerized, and he grinned at her. “Can you blame me? You’re too delicious to resist.”
Ry nuzzled her neck. “Baby, don’t let him hog all that honey. Give me some too.”
She seemed at a loss for what to do so Bram guided her fingers down to her clit. A pretty shade of pink bloomed across her face as she comprehended the meaning behind Ry’s request. Bram found it adorable that she could still blush after everything the three of them had done together.
Ry grasped her hand and lifted it to his lips. As he sucked her fingers into his mouth, a strong spasm trembled through Lacey and she cried out. Her pussy clamped hard around Bram’s cock, making his breath hiss between his teeth. He managed one pistoning stroke before his balls unloaded, jetting what felt like endless amounts of come into the condom. His eyes rolled back, his body shaking. The moan that tore from his throat sounded like it came from a different man—one who was having his life force sucked from him.
Hell, he probably was.
It felt like an eternity passed before he gathered enough strength to refocus on Lacey and Ry. From the look of it, she’d only just started to recover herself. Ry continued caressing her through the ebbing tide of her orgasm. When she slumped forward, Ry eased her off Bram and onto her back. Mindful of his full condom, Bram weakly swung his legs over the side of the mattress and staggered into the bathroom. After disposing of the condom, he splashed his face with cold water, the briskness of it snapping him back to his senses.
Holy fuck. He’d never experienced anything remotely like that before in his life. Every prior sexual encounter that didn’t include Lacey and Ry was suddenly insignificant. And it wasn’t merely about the sex. Though God knows, it was fucking incredible. Nothing could touch the love that he felt for those two people out there.
Maybe it wouldn’t make sense to most that he could love Ry like a brother and not be jealous about sharing Lacey with him. The dynamics of this relationship would certainly be frowned upon by the majority of folks he knew. Probably the only one who wouldn’t be freaked out by it was Jana. But then again, his little sis was likely into even more kink than he was, judging from the paraphernalia she carried in her shop. Not that he wanted to have his suspicions confirmed. Some things he was happier remaining in blissful ignorance of.
Running his damp fingers through his hair to tame it into submission, he strode back out into the bedroom. Ry was stretched between Lacey’s spread thighs, his tensed glutes flexing as he fucked her with a deceptively lazy rhythm. It might have been slow as molasses on a winter morning, but apparently it was getting to Lacey enough that her fingernails were digging into Ry’s flanks.
And truthfully, it was getting to Bram too. Despite his having just come his brains out, his cock thickened with renewed life. Stroking his growing erection, he stepped closer to the bed. If Ry was aware that he and Lacey had a captive audience, he didn’t let on, and instead just kept pumping away while his mouth played with her nipples. Lacey, on the other hand, caught Bram’s stare. She swallowed, her breath audibly hitching in her throat. He had the feeling she was as aroused by him watching her as he was.
Desperately wanting to see more, he moved toward the foot of the bed. This angle gave him a clear view of Ry’s cock tunneling in and out of Lacey’s incredibly wet pussy.
“I wish I could spend all morning buried inside you. Feeling you come.” Ry’s voice was the consistency of gravel. “Come on my cock, baby. Fuck yeah, like that. So good.”
The slick sounds of them fucking, as well as the sight of Lacey’s soft, pink flesh clinging so tightly to Ry’s glistening shaft, ripped a thunderbolt of lust and desire through Bram. With no warning, his cock fired off again. There wasn’t as much to discharge this time, considering how hard he came minutes earlier, but it still blew his mind that it happened without him even touching his dick. Through his climax-induced brain fog, he heard Ry’s broken groan as he also came.
Thank Christ. Because if Bram had been inclined to listen to or watch one more second of their lovemaking, there was a good chance he would have come another time or two dozen. Which might have very well killed him.
But, damn, what a way to go.
Chapter Eight
If she’d thought she’d been obsessed with sexual fantasies starring her best friends before, it was nothing compared to the torture she was going through now.
Lacey took a deep, steadying breath as Ry and Bram leaned against the metal prep table in the kitchen while the head chef, Kevin, droned on about the menu specials he wanted to include for Friday night’s Beach Party. She caught the occasional mention of coconut shrimp and Caribbean jerk chicken kabobs, but honestly, Kevin might as well be asking for PB&J sandwiches for all the attention she was paying to his requests. All she could think about was having Bram and Ry inside her again. Sooner rather than later.
God, how could she still be so wet and desperate for sex after all of the orgasms she’d shuddered through last night and this morning? She was turning into a damn nympho, for Pete’s sake. And the two mouthwateringly gorgeous men across from her were totally to blame.
As if they’d somehow tuned in to her irritable brainwaves, Ry and Bram glanced her way. To the casual observer, their smiles were completely innocent. But Lacey knew better. Beneath their innocuous façade she heard their silent transmission loud and clear. It basically translated to, “Later it’s your pussy and our cocks. Get ready to scream your head off.”
She hunched her shoulders, praying that the position puffed out her blouse enough to hide the perkiness of her nipples. Damn it, why hadn’t she kept her suit jacket on? Of course, she should probably be grateful that Ry generously stopped by her house before heading here this morning so that she could change. Otherwise it might have been a little difficult—and embarrassing—explaining to the curious staff members why she was wearing the same clothes she’d left in last night.
Once Kevin was finished with his presentation and the go ahead was given for the menu, she snuck from the kitchen and escaped into her office for some much-needed space from the sexy signals Ry and Bram exuded. Much as she loved them and all their mental foreplay, they were playing havoc with her sanity and concentration.