Page 82 of Wicked Rush

Braelynn’s heart nearly exploded, his fierce kiss branding her. I love you. Never in her life had she been so sure of anything. In that moment, she knew she belonged to him. No matter what experimentation they enjoyed with Seth, Lars possessed her body and soul. As he tore his lips from hers, he gave her a sultry gaze and winked before he lifted her into the air.

She trusted Lars, as he set her onto her knees and straddled Seth, who lay on his back, his gentle smile reassuring her. His jutting cock slid between her legs. Out of her peripheral vision, she caught sight of Lars reaching into a drawer behind the bar. Her attention quickly focused on Seth who rested his hands onto her knees.

“You sure about this, darlin’? As much as I fucking want to be inside you, I know you love Lars.”

“I don’t…” Her heart sped as he said the words she hid deep inside her.

“No lying now.” He cocked his head, and gave her a devious smile. “Not unless you’re up for another spanking. But I’m pretty sure that li’l ass of yours is a bit sore already.”

“Yes…I want…I want this.” The partial truth rolled off her lips, but she chose not to address his accusation of love. She gave him a sexy closed smile and reached between his legs, taking his steel-hard dick into one hand and his velvety sac in the other. He groaned, his eyes closing and she gave a small laugh, pleased to be in control. As she massaged his balls, she swiped her thumb over his weeping slit, stroking the wetness over his shaft.

“That’s hot as fuck,” Lars commented as he came up behind her, a hand finding her breast.

“I’m so horny.” Braelynn gave a small flirty smile. “I need him inside me now.”

“Look what you are doing to my woman, Seth. And you’re keeping her waiting.”

“I…I’m sorry, but…oh…” He gave a heavy sigh, pumping his pelvis into her fist.

With his chest against her back, Lars embraced Braelynn, handing her the condom. As she reached for it, Lars slipped his hand over hers, palming Seth’s dick.

“I’ve got him now. You put it on,” he told her.

Braelynn flooded in arousal at the sight of him holding Seth’s cock. She’d never given a thought to his sexuality. His dominance emanated as Seth’s eyes met his.

“Go ahead,” Lars directed, holding Seth in place as she rolled it onto his shaft.

“That’s so…,” her voice trembled.

“I think our girl likes me touching you, bro. What do you think?” Lars pumped his fist up and down his friend’s shaft, and Braelynn brought her fingers to her breast.

“That feels so…yes. Come on, you’re killing me now.” Seth threw his head back in frustration. “Jesus Christ, you two. Stop fucking around before I come.”

“He’s a little impatient.” Lars laughed.

“Maybe he’s the one who needs a punishment.” Braelynn gave a wicked smile as she locked her eyes on Seth, and licked her fingers. Plunging them through her pink lips, she sucked them, twisting and moaning. She focused onto Seth, who pumped his hips upward into Lars’ tight grip. Braelynn arched her backside into Lars, and he rocked his cock up against her ass.

Braelynn reveled in her command, teasing them with her slow delicious torture. Driving both men mad with desire, a rush of erotic satisfaction crested over her, as she enjoyed every second of their attention. Withdrawing her fingers with a pop, she lazily dragged her hand between her breasts and over her belly. With deliberate hesitation, they hovered above her mound. Seth’s eyes tracked her movement with a vigilant intensity.

As she drove her fingers up inside herself, he groaned. “You are so fucking hot.” His pleading eyes darted to Lars. “Please…I need to be inside her. I wasn’t kidding. I’m gonna fucking come right here.”

Lars turned her chin towards him and leaned to claim her mouth, sucking her bottom lip. She gave a small laugh, continuing to touch herself.

“Hmm…sweetheart. As much as I’m enjoying this, I’m so fucking hard right now it hurts.” He kissed her lightly and wrapped a hand around her waist adjusting her into place. “Don’t move.”

Braelynn moaned, aching with need, as Lars glided Seth’s crown through her labia and over her clit. He positioned the broad tip at her entrance, and she fought the urge to slam herself down onto Seth. “That’s a girl. Right there. Now.”

“Oh my God. Lars. Yes.” Braelynn’s body shook with ecstasy as she impaled herself onto Seth. Falling onto her palms and writhing her pelvis onto him, she let waves of rapture roll through her.

Her sensitive nipples brushed his muscular chest, and her eyes widened. Seth reached up into her hair and brought her closer, brushing his lips to hers. Contrary to Lars’ commanding presence, his was a gentle gesture, a borrowed kiss. As she looked closer at his handsome face, she smiled, knowing that although she was attracted to him, there was no comparison. Lars had stolen her heart.

Braelynn sighed, her lips parting in surprise as a cool liquid dripped down the cleft of her bottom. Her body already on fire, she anticipated Lars’ touch. As he swirled his fingers over her puckered skin, she widened her legs.

“I’m going to get you ready for me,” she heard him tell her, his low confident voice sending a thrill through her. As he pressed a finger into her anus, she sucked a breath. Lars added a second digit, plunging the pair into her ass. So tight, a slight burn radiated through her bottom, yet she couldn’t deny the sweet sensation.

“Lars… I don’t know…I’m not sure…” Uncertainty swept through her, as he scissored his fingers, spreading her back hole, preparing her. “Ah…I…”

“That’s it. I promise you we’ll go slow. You ready?”