“Brayden, oh my God!” I squealed as he carried me into the room.
He slapped my ass, and I could hear the laughter in his voice when he responded, “Always.”
He let me down at the foot of the bed, slowly sliding me along his body until we were toe to toe.
I grinned and pinched his chin. “That’s good because I got something you might enjoy being on your knees for.”
“Oh yeah?” he asked, parroting my earlier question.
Spencer came up behind me and wrapped his arms around my waist. I could feel his smile against my cheek, and I sank back into his embrace, loving being in their arms. They surrounded me, making me feel petite and delicate, yet invincible too. I felt brave, and I wanted to ride that high like a roller coaster.
“Think he’ll like it?” I asked Spencer. I’d bought our present at his suggestion.
“Mmm,” he hummed. “I knowIwill. We should show him.”
“Strip,” I ordered Brayden. “Show me how much of a good boy you are for us.”
Brayden tugged his sweater off and untucked his undershirt before pulling that off too. “Y’all, we’re supposed to be celebratin’ Spencer.”
“Oh, Texas, we are, don’t worry,” Spencer groaned as all that smooth skin came into view.
Brayden kicked off his Vans and shucked his jeans, boxer briefs, and socks in one go, leaving him naked as the day he was born.
He was as pretty and perfect as Michaelangelo’sDavid, except for the semi he was sporting. I wanted to lick every carved and sculpted muscle from head to toe.
“Get on your knees, Bray,” Spencer ordered roughly. “Stretch that sexy hole for us.”
“For ‘us’?” he asked, unmoving.
I flushed, desire riding me hard. “For us,” I reiterated, Brayden’s eyes still locked on us.
Spencer tugged my shirt to the side and kissed a line from my bra strap to that sensitive spot under my ear that made me squirm. He slid his free hand up inside my shirt and cupped my breast. Brayden reached for his cock, stroking slowly as he watched the show.
He stepped back and sank onto the mattress, shifting up until he was supported by the countless pillows. He spread his legs slowly and sucked on two fingers, wetting them, before bending at the knees and giving us a peek at his hole. It was so tight and pink, but Brayden slid the first finger in easily. My clit pulsed, my body a livewire as Spencer kissed and licked me, and I watched, unable to tear my gaze away from Brayden working his finger in and out. He added a second one after only a few pumps, and his eyes rolled back, a bead of precum dripping from his slit down his cock.
“Y’all’re killin’ me,” he rasped. He closed his fingers around his cock and stroked slowly, more precum beading at the tip.
I wanted to lick him.
I unbuttoned my shirt and tossed it to the floor, revealing my lacy black bra. Brayden moaned, and Spencer looked over my shoulder, then slid his hands up to my breasts, kneading them. I popped the button on my jeans, lowered the zipper, and shimmied them down my legs. But my boots were in the way.
I huffed a helpless laugh, and Spencer grinned against my neck. “Little stuck, Keels?”
“Mm-hmm.”
He spun me around and playfully shoved me onto the bed. I squealed happily and flopped down, my hair haloing around me and the mattress dipping under my weight. He unzipped my boots and slipped them off, tossing them behind him with a cheeky grin. He whipped my jeans off, too, and I giggled.
“I love this, you know? My two favorite people naked and ready to fuck. It’s my lucky night,” Spencer growled.
I shivered, loving the roughness to his voice.
“It’ll be luckier if you get my gift for Brayden out of my bag,” I taunted. “And the lube.”
I turned to Brayden and crawled up the bed, kissing his shin, his knee, and his thigh as I went. I nuzzled his balls and licked a line over his sac before continuing up the underside of his cock and over his fingers to the tip. He held it steady, letting me lick him like a lollipop, then suck his head into my mouth. He moaned, and a burst of precum hit my tongue.
“Need you on your belly, sexy.” I ran my fingertips up the inside of his leg and circled his hole, where he was scissoring his fingers, stretching himself.
His free hand landed on my head, and he gently pushed me down and out of the way, then he flipped over, baring that beautiful hockey butt to me. His hole was pink and swollen, stretched and staying open just a touch. Spencer leaned in and bit him, scraping his teeth gently over one of those perfect globes while Brayden braced his weight on one arm. Spencer drizzled the lube over Brayden’s rim and fingers, and Brayden slid them back inside, adding a third. He grunted, and his cock flexed, a whole-body shudder passing through him.
