Page 68 of Bossing My Holiday
Waverly shivers as Braxton pumps deeper into her with slow, even fucks, his lips on her neck. I watch her face, my tie over her eyes and her lips parted, a portrait of desire that I could stare at forever and never grow tired or bored of.
I duck my head, suddenly needing to catch my breath.
I tap Braxton’s naked shoulder, letting him know it’s my turn, except as he pulls his wet cock from her soaking cunt, I lean into his ear. “You should start working her ass.”
He groans, his eyes going blacker than night, and with a simple nod, he pulls her up and I lie down on my back so she can sit astride me. So I can fuck up into her. And so Brax can start working lubed fingers into her ass. He bought the lube this morning and returned with it after his run, a hopeful and excited look on his face. I love that we’re getting to use it now.
“Just breathe,” I whisper at her, not caring if we’re breaking our vow of who is fucking her where. “You’re doing so well, sweetheart. I’m so fucking proud of you. Look at you. So gorgeous, I can hardly stand it.” Not just her body, though that’s exquisite, but the way she gives herself over to pleasure without pretense or performance.
She’s turned our world upside down this week. Taken all the mundane gray and turned it into the same silver as her eyes. She sparkles brighter than any light or ornament. More than that, I’m happy in a way I don’t remember being. Not ever. And I’m positive it’s the same for Brax.
Braxton kneels behind her, staring down at her heart-shaped ass, his hands on her knees, gently spreading her legs wider. “Relax,” he murmurs, kissing each cheek. “We’re going to make you feel so good, Sunshine.”
Waverly tenses, then relaxes as I run the vibrator lightly over her stomach, circling her navel and then lower as Brax adds a second lubed finger into her.
Her whole body trembles. “Please,” she whispers, but staying upright with us doing this to her is growing impossible for her.
I nod at Brax and slip out of her so I can lie her down on her back and position her legs on either side of Brax. He leans down, places a kiss on her inner thigh, then looks up at me, waiting for permission. I nod, and he dips his head between her legs, his tongue finding her center. The sound she makes—part gasp, part moan—is almost enough to undo me. I guide the vibrator to her clit, letting it hover just above where Braxton’stongue is working and where his fingers slide back into her ass, scissoring.
“How does that feel?” I ask, though her arching back and grasping hands clinging to my arms tell me everything I need to know. I put her head on my lap, my wet cock resting against my abs, and run my other hand over her hair. Caressing her. Worshipping her.
“Amazing,” she manages between gasps. “Oh god, don’t stop.”
Santa and his eight fucking reindeer, along with Mrs. Claus and my goddamn grandmother, could park a sleigh in my living room right now, and I still wouldn’t stop. My cock pulses, leaking an unholy amount of precum on my stomach as I press the vibrator directly to her clit, and she cries out, her hips bucking against Braxton’s mouth and fingers. He holds her thighs, keeping her open and exposed as we work in tandem to drive her toward the edge. He rings her asshole with his tongue, and she flies off the handle.
Her first orgasm takes her like a wave, crashing through her body as she trembles and moans and shakes. I keep the vibrator in place, relentless, as Braxton continues lapping at her, drawing out her pleasure until she’s whimpering, oversensitive, and desperate.
Until her cunt is leaking into her ass. Brax adds extra lubricant where we’re going to need it most, pushing it into her. Only then do I pull the toy away, setting it aside for later. Braxton sits back on his heels, his chin glistening with her arousal, a satisfied smile on his face.
“My turn,” I almost demand, positioning myself between her legs. Braxton replaces me, cradling her head in his lap as I just was, stroking her hair as I line myself up with her entrance. She’s slick and ready, and I slide in with one smooth thrust that makes us both moan.
The feeling of her around me is exquisite, tight and hot andperfect. I establish a rhythm, slow and deep, watching her face as pleasure rebuilds.
“You feel incredible,” I rasp, my hands gripping her hips, pulling her into each thrust. “So wet for us.”
Braxton reaches down to play with her tits, pinching her nipples lightly, drawing fresh gasps from her lips. “She loves this,” he observes, his own arousal evident in his voice and the bobbing cock he’s fighting not to start jerking.
I increase my pace, feeling my control slipping as her body responds to mine. But I’m not ready to finish. Not yet. After a few more thrusts, I withdraw, breathing hard.
“Your turn,” I tell Braxton, moving aside.
We trade places smoothly, and Braxton enters her with less restraint than I showed, his thrusts immediately faster, more playful. Waverly responds in kind, her hips lifting to meet him, her hands reaching up to find his shoulders.
I watch them for a moment, struck by how right it feels to share her this way, to see my best friend finding pleasure in the woman who has become essential to us both. Then I reach for the lube, warming it between my fingers.
She’s ready.
“Waverly,” I murmur, drawing her attention despite Braxton’s continued movements inside her. “Remember what I said about both of us?”
She nods, breathless.
“Is that still what you want?”
“Yes. I want to feel both of you inside me.”
Motherfucker.
I shift her so she’s sitting astride Brax, and he’s fucking up into her. I pull her blindfold, wanting her eyes, wanting to see all of her. I work slowly, carefully, one finger pressing gently inward as Braxton slows his pace to accommodate her adjustment. She tenses at first, then gradually relaxes as I add more lubricant, more pressure.
